"You have to understand what this means!" Casillas roared.
"A decisive goal-line clearance!"
"Álvaro stood firm, and Lin made sure the ball could never cross the line with that clearance!"
"Spain are united as one, and they still hold a two-goal lead over England!"
After the goal-line clearance, Leo Lin lay on the turf clutching his waist, rolling back and forth. The Spanish team doctor rushed onto the pitch at once.
Leo Lin leaned against the doctor's knee, catching his breath, and called for a teammate to bring him some water.
He wasn't injured at all. He was simply using the moment to disrupt England's rhythm, which had just begun to flow again.
Across the major livestreams:
"Attacks when it's time to attack, defends when it's time to defend—this is what a true all-around midfielder looks like!"
"I'm telling you, that missed penalty will completely kill England's momentum!"
"War god! Leo Lin is the real war god of this match!"
"Congratulations to Spain on gaining a crucial new force—reaching the top of the world is only a matter of time!"
The broadcast cut to Lopetegui in the stands. Unlike in previous matches, seated beside Barnett, Lopetegui's face was filled with unrestrained excitement.
He could no longer hide it. Faced with such a powerful young talent, Lopetegui only wanted one thing—to call him up to Spain's senior national team as soon as possible.
To the many legends watching the broadcast, it was as if only Leo Lin existed on the screen.
Spain as a whole had played superbly—but Leo Lin was even more than superb.
"Honestly, I'm suddenly looking forward to a title-decider against a Liverpool with Lin in it," Aguero said.
"You've seen plenty of great midfielders in Spain—Iniesta, Xavi, you know," he added, turning to David Silva.
"Do you think they were this good when they were young?"
"No," David Silva replied, as straightforward as ever.
"I think the Spanish national team needs him."
The entire Manchester City squad was watching the final, originally to support youngsters like Foden and Palmer.
No one expected the match to unfold like this.
On the other side, Chelsea were watching as well. They had come to focus on Gallagher, yet everyone's eyes inevitably settled on Leo Lin.
The Premier League's traditional powerhouses suddenly realized that a Liverpool with Leo Lin could very well become their biggest rival this season.
Leo Lin's goal-line clearance lifted Spain's morale enormously. After play resumed, Spain gradually regained control, once again displaying their formidable ability to dominate possession.
Their attacks flowed from the middle to the flanks, repeatedly battering England's wide areas.
Both sides' tactics clashed head-on.
One attacked down the wings.
The other did the same.
The match grew more and more intense.
73rd minute!
"Spain make a substitution—left-back Victor comes on to replace Miranda."
"Victor offers more going forward. Denia is clearly looking to suppress attack with attack!"
79th minute!
"England still don't want to go through the middle. Ocho launches it long from the back toward the flank, looking for Foden."
"He brings it down cleanly, turns, and drives forward—Foden's dribbling looks superb!"
"One-on-one with Victor, tries to power his way down the line!"
"He can't get past!"
"Victor, fresh off the bench and full of energy, recovers quickly, gets his body in the way, and muscles Foden aside to win it back!"
"A straight ball down the wing—Spain have a counterattacking chance!"
"Gómez bursts forward to receive it and sweeps a pass across the middle!"
"Shot!!!"
"Ruiz's effort is blocked by Ocho, who throws himself in the way!"
"The goalkeeper gathers it—England escape again!"
"Ocho has been outstanding for England today, making several crucial blocks. Like Leo Lin, he also came through Liverpool's youth academy!"
Time ticked away, and the tension on England fans' faces was plain to see.
85th minute. The midfield turned into a battlefield once more. Using his powerful frame, Leo Lin forced Gallagher aside and shielded the ball with his back to goal.
"He looks like someone who shouldn't even be playing in the U17 World Cup—he belongs on the stage of a full senior World Cup."
"Whether it's his awareness, physique, strength, or dribbling, this is a complete mismatch."
In Chelsea's viewing room, Hazard couldn't help discussing it with his teammates.
His close friend Gallagher was being completely overrun by Leo Lin—utterly dominated.
The clock soon reached the 90th minute. On the touchline, the fourth official raised the board: three minutes of stoppage time.
With just three minutes separating them from the title, Leo Lin was still sprinting relentlessly, throwing himself into every block to squeeze England's space.
On the sideline, Denia repeatedly made calming, downward gestures with both hands, even as the young players on the bench could barely contain themselves.
92nd minute!
"This is England's final chance! Everyone is forward—Spain drop deep with the entire team!"
"Anderson carries the ball out of his own box, waving everyone ahead into Spain's penalty area."
At this moment, nearly everyone except Anderson was packed inside Spain's box.
Leo Lin had been stationed in midfield and was about to drop back to defend.
But when he saw Anderson advancing with the ball, he suddenly turned and sprinted straight at him.
Anderson wasn't under pressure at first and wanted to move closer before passing to improve the odds.
But Leo Lin came flying in. Anderson rushed his kick, and the ball lacked power, dropping only to the edge of the box!
Beitia boots it clear!
All eyes immediately turned to the referee.
"Beep."
"Beep."
"BEEP!!!"
Leo Lin pumped his fist and roared in triumph!
Every Spanish player sprinted toward him!
The crowd erupted!
A deafening roar swept through Salt Lake Stadium!
"Full time!!!"
"The match is over!!!"
Derek Rae said with excitement:
"Football fans!"
"Here at Salt Lake Stadium, witnessed by a hundred thousand fans in the stands and hundreds of millions watching around the world!"
"The 2017 U17 World Cup has officially come to an end!"
"We came together to enjoy this footballing feast!"
"To marvel at the beauty of the game, to be stunned by the Gallic Rooster's attack, to shout for Croatia's indomitable spirit, to cheer for Mali's fierce storm!"
"But in the end, we were captivated by Spain's elegant dance, and conquered by Leo Lin's heart—a heart that embodies the very life force of football."
"Leo Lin represents the very image of youth!"
"Football fans, I'm Derek Rae. It's been an absolute pleasure sharing this magnificent final with you!"
...
The stadium plunged into total celebration!
Spanish fans surged toward the front of the stands, roaring with joy!
The young Spanish players hugged their teammates tightly!
Taking in everything around him, lost in the scene before his eyes, Leo Lin smiled with quiet satisfaction.
At that moment, only one thought filled his mind:
My football youth has truly begun.