We made you the King of Prisoners, and now you've become the King of Football?

A bizarre scene unfolded at White Hart Lane, a stadium that holds 36,000 people.

In that instant, the entire stadium fell completely silent, like a library.

You could hear a pin drop.

"..."

"..."

"YEAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The Monaco fans who had traveled from afar could no longer contain their surging emotions.

A small group of just over two thousand people managed to unleash a roar powerful enough to lift the roof off.

Some waved flags in support, some had tears in their eyes, and some even broke down in tears.

They truly witnessed what belonged to their team...

"miracle!"

Zhan Jun slammed his hand on the table and abruptly stood up from his chair.

"If that comeback in Istanbul was a miracle..."

"Then tonight's game was simply a miracle!"

"3-4!!"

"Monaco, a team that was already broken up in the first half."

"They scored four goals in the second half! They snatched the qualification spot from Tottenham Hotspur!!"

"And Jiang Ming's last goal! My God! That was an absolutely fantastic goal!"

"Peach blossoms fall, shadows fall, divine sword flies!"

"Perhaps only this line from a martial arts novel can truly capture the brilliance of this goal!"

……

In domestic live chat rooms, the comments were so numerous that the screen crashed.

"66666666666!!"

"Holy crap! Monaco really pulled off a comeback!"

"A four-goal comeback victory? Are these players even human?"

"Big 7 wins! Boss Jiang scores one goal and provides three assists! Awesome!!"

"Single-handedly saving the team, this is truly a god descending to earth, creating four miracles in one fell swoop!!"

"Come on! Where's that Kuroko who liked to jump around in the first half? Say something!"

"Brother, it's always good to be forgiving. He's probably regretting it now..."

"Damn it, you only insulted him and not you, huh? Get the hell out of here!"

……

Jardim, standing on the sidelines, has lost count of how many times he has said he can't describe the current team.

He held his head in his hands, his face beaming with excitement.

He could only stare blankly at the players celebrating wildly on the field.

Especially the young Chinese boy who was surrounded by his teammates.

What kind of match was this exactly?

What kind of player is this kid?

……

Jiang Ming finally managed to break free from the crowd of his teammates.

He rushed to the sidelines and ran straight to the away team's stands.

"JIANG!!"

"JIANG!!"

As soon as he approached, Monaco fans chanted his name in unison.

Jiang Ming didn't hide his emotions either.

He spread his arms wide, like a king.

It was as if he wanted to embrace his people.

……

On the pitch, the Tottenham players seemed to have all their energy drained.

Alderweireld rested his hands on his knees, head bowed, and remained silent.

Lloris retrieved the ball from the net, kicked it away, then turned around and spread his hands in front of his own defense.

Bentaleb crouches at the edge of the penalty area.

He pressed against Jiang Ming for a full forty minutes, using his knees to push against him and his elbows to support him.

They tried to exhaust the young Chinese man's strength as much as possible, but in the end, they still couldn't stop him.

Son Heung-min stood near the center circle, hands on his hips, his chest heaving violently.

He chased after it twice with all his might.

One long-range shot was saved, and another was a sliding tackle during defense.

He has done everything he could.

Son Heung-min looked at the Chinese boy in the away team's stands, who was also Asian and had his arms outstretched.

He just sighed in the end.

Pochettino stood motionless in front of the substitutes' bench.

He didn't know what to say.

He had studied Jiang Ming before the match and devised a close marking strategy, replacing the exhausted Dale with Bentaleb to closely mark that Chinese kid.

They even referenced Frings' successful defense against Riquelme.

Logically speaking, he did everything right.

But that young Chinese player still managed to score the winning goal.

A strange sense of powerlessness welled up in Pochettino's heart.

……

After Monaco finished celebrating, both teams returned to the field.

Even the referee, Ivan, had never experienced a match like this in his entire career.

Five minutes later, he finally blew the whistle to end the game.

3-4, that's the final score of the match.

"Monaco has advanced!! They've made it to the Europa League Round of 16!!" Zhan Jun shouted excitedly in the CCTV5 live broadcast room.

"In the end, thanks to Jiang Ming, who came on as a substitute in the second half, contributing one goal and three assists and being involved in four goals, Monaco managed to turn the game around!"

"Tottenham Hotspur, having lost, were surprisingly pushed out of the top two of the group by Anderlecht due to their inferior head-to-head points, officially exiting the Europa League!"

"Before the match, everyone expected Tottenham to advance easily; some were even ready to celebrate with champagne at halftime!"

"But that's football! In the end, Monaco had the last laugh."

"Okay, thank you all for watching this Europa League group stage match between Tottenham and Monaco. This is Zhan Jun, see you next time!"

As the live stream ended completely, Zhan Jun rubbed his numb throat, picked up his phone, and prepared to post a Weibo message...

……

Half an hour later, at the post-match press conference at White Hart Lane.

What else can I say?

Pochettino sat in front of the microphone with his shoulders slumped and let out a heavy sigh.

"I can't blame my players, nobody can blame them, everyone gave it their all."

"We were 3-0 up at halftime! You get the idea? 3-0!! And they were Monaco, not Liverpool!"

"But, sigh..."

"That Chinese kid on the other side? Yes, he definitely dominated this match."

"His performance tonight was superstar level! I also heard that his contract expires in a month."

"If he's willing, Jiang, I'm saying this right here today: if he comes to Tottenham, you'll be the core player!"

As soon as Pochettino said this, the cameras and microphones at the scene flashed all over the place.

Jardim, who had been leaning against the door waiting for Pochettino to step down, widened his eyes upon hearing this.

Damn, if you lose, you're just poaching people, right?

If you can't beat them, buy them?

After saying this, Pochettino left the reporters with only a forlorn silhouette.

Next up was the winner, Monaco's manager Jardim.

"Mr. Jardim, how would you rate today's match?"

"Let me say something outrageous: a person may watch many games in their lifetime, but if you've seen this one live, you'll have no regrets for the rest of your life." Yardin's lips curled up, his tone tinged with smugness.

"Could you talk about what you discussed in the locker room during halftime? Why did you seem like a completely different team at the start of the second half?"

"Besides adjusting tactics, we focused more on providing psychological support to the players. As you all saw, my lads withstood the pressure."

"The MVP of this game is undoubtedly Jiang Ming, this 17-year-old youngster. How would you rate his performance tonight?"

"If I had to put it in my opinion, Jiang is to our team what Lionel Messi is to Barcelona and Cristiano Ronaldo is to Real Madrid."

"I heard his contract expires in a month. Will the team let him leave as a free agent?"

"We absolutely cannot let go of such a gifted genius; a new contract is already in the works..."

Jiang Ming, who had just finished tidying up his things, was walking in the players' tunnel.

He rubbed the back of his right thigh, feeling a slight soreness and swelling there.

"Could it be a muscle strain?" Jiang Ming murmured.

He suddenly remembered that he had used Carlos's powerful shot technique when he took that last shot.

At that moment, he felt a sudden, jerky sensation in the back of his thigh.

"Is this what the system meant by physical strain?"

Jiang Ming reached out and pressed it, feeling that there was nothing seriously wrong.

Just in case, we should go back to the base and see the team doctor.

Just then, a man in a suit and tie suddenly walked out from the front.

He handed over a business card and said with a smile, "Hello, Jiang, I'm Jorge Mendes."