"Beautiful!"
"A fantastic steal!"
"It's Pierre again!"
"The third time he's taken the ball off Aguero!"
Zhan Jun was in disbelief.
"Clean and decisive!"
"He didn't even use his body! He stole the ball like a thief!"
Zhang Lu nodded in agreement but corrected him.
"Thief might not be the right word. It's more appropriate to call him a gentleman!"
"Yes! Haha…"
Zhan Jun was ecstatic. "That was brilliant!"
"Pierre has completely changed Liverpool's midfield since coming on. He's stolen the ball from Aguero three times already!"
"Zero mistakes!"
"This is incredible—he's like the reincarnation of Makelele!"
Ever since Pierre stepped onto the pitch, Liverpool's midfield had stabilized.
Their attacks came in waves, constantly pressing forward.
Manchester City, on the other hand, struggled to maintain their rhythm. Every time they tried to pass through Aguero, Pierre was there to intercept.
Without their usual passing flow, City was forced onto the defensive.
Three times in a row, Pierre won possession and played it out wide to Mane.
Mane, using his dribbling skills and Firmino's clever movement, wreaked havoc on City's defense.
Zhan Jun couldn't contain his excitement.
"With this level of defensive ability, it's a shame he couldn't be naturalized!"
"I really don't understand what the Football Association is doing! What on earth are they thinking? Every day it's—"
Realizing he was getting carried away, Zhan Jun caught himself mid-sentence.
He had almost exposed the incompetence of the Football Association on live television.
Fortunately, Zhang Lu quickly interrupted, covering for him.
"His performance has been outstanding!"
"As for naturalization, I'm sure the Football Association had their reasons. And as for him supposedly having a bad attitude… well, haha…"
Zhang Lu's forced laughter was telling.
Zhan Jun gave an awkward smile.
Meanwhile, online, fans were erupting.
[This Pierre guy is something else!]
[Not just something else—he's unbelievable! You know Kante? Even the best defensive midfielder in the world would struggle to do this!]
[Exactly! Aguero isn't some average player! Stealing the ball from him once is impressive—three times in a row? That's insane!]
[Why do I suddenly feel like something is off with the Football Association?]
[Yeah… I'm getting that feeling too.]
[Zhan Jun and Zhang Lu clearly wanted to say more but had to hold back.]
[It's not even subtle! They're practically shouting it between the lines!]
[The Football Association is definitely hiding something.]
[Are you kidding me? We had a player this good and we let him go?]
[Idiots! Absolute idiots!]
[With a talent like this, who cares if he has a big personality? He's earned it!]
[Stupid Football Association...]
What started as praise for Pierre quickly turned into a full-scale attack on the Football Association.
Years of frustration with their decisions had built up, and this was just the tipping point.
###
[Negative emotion value from Aguero +1300]
Pierre heard the familiar notification in his mind but didn't pay much attention to it.
He stayed focused on the game.
After his latest steal, he didn't see any immediate opportunities. Instead, he played it back to Firmino, who had dropped deep to receive the ball.
###
**On the Manchester City bench.**
Guardiola had been watching Pierre closely.
"He's got an incredible ability to win the ball back," he admitted.
"Klopp, where did you find a new Makelele?"
Even Guardiola had to acknowledge Pierre's talent.
Just then, his assistant coach leaned in.
"I found his background info. Turns out, he has a connection to you."
Guardiola raised an eyebrow. "A connection to me?"
"He came through La Masia," the assistant explained. "But he was forced to terminate his contract with Barcelona after just one month due to a conflict with the first team."
Guardiola's expression changed slightly.
"He's from La Masia?"
His assistant nodded.
"His fundamentals are excellent, but he lacks playmaking ability. He's just a defensive midfielder—he can't play as a number 4."
Guardiola's tone shifted to one of mild disdain.
He had never been a fan of purely defensive midfielders.
He disliked box-to-box midfielders even more.
That was why, during his time at Barcelona, he had sold Yaya Touré and built his system around Busquets, who was technically gifted and could dictate play.
But just as he finished speaking—
He was slapped in the face by reality.
###
Aguero received another pass, but this time he tried something different.
Instead of controlling the ball, he let it roll past him and spun around, hoping to use his acceleration to get past Pierre.
It didn't work.
The moment Aguero let the ball run, Pierre reacted instantly.
He darted behind him and intercepted the ball before Aguero could even take his next step.
Another steal.
And he didn't stop there.
Using his ability to read the game, Pierre immediately spotted a weakness in City's defense.
Otamendi and Delph were slightly out of position.
Salah, lurking on the wing, noticed it too and started sprinting forward.
Pierre didn't hesitate.
With a perfectly weighted long pass, he sent the ball over the defenders and into Salah's path.
Panic set in.
Delph and Otamendi scrambled to turn around, realizing the danger too late.
Delph couldn't reach it.
Otamendi lunged into a desperate sliding tackle—
But Salah was too quick.
With a smooth first touch, he controlled the ball and adjusted his pace.
Then, with his left foot, he fired a powerful shot toward the near post.
Ederson dived.
His fingertips grazed the ball—
But it wasn't enough.
The ball hit the back of the net.
###
**GOAL!**
"The ball is in!!"
"After stealing the ball from Aguero, Pierre immediately launched a counterattack with a brilliant long pass!"
"He completely exposed Otamendi and Delph!"
"Salah timed his run perfectly, got in behind, and smashed it past Ederson!"
"Liverpool pull one back!"
"That was absolutely world-class!"
Zhan Jun's voice was electrifying as it echoed across millions of screens.
###
Inside Anfield, the crowd erupted.
"Salah!"
"Salah!!"
"Salah!!!"
The stadium shook as Liverpool fans went wild.
Salah, ecstatic after scoring, turned and ran straight toward Pierre.
He pointed at him, shouting excitedly, before wrapping him in a hug.
Firmino and the rest of the team joined the celebration, but Salah wasn't done.
He gestured to the crowd, pointing at Pierre's jersey, making sure everyone knew who had set up the goal.
The message was clear.
Pierre wasn't just some random substitute.
He was a game-changer.
And the fans got the message loud and clear.
"Pierre!"
"Pierre!!!"
"Pierre! I love you!"
"The interceptions! The composure! Aguero looks like a puppet in your hands!!"
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