Selhurst Park Stadium!
Thirty thousand fans on-site fell into sudden silence.
Every pair of eyes was fixed on the football soaring from behind the halfway line.
No one knew whether Kai's kick was a pass or a shot.
All they could do was stare in disbelief as the ball cut through the sky—
—soaring straight toward Burnley's half!
On the sidelines, Burnley's head coach widened his eyes and clutched his head.
In that instant, a deep sense of dread struck him.
But soon, confusion took over.
How was this possible?
Kai had struck the ball from at least 60 meters away from the goal!
Meanwhile, up in the stands, the Manchester United scout's eyes glazed over.
The same stadium.
A similar position.
Fifteen years ago, on a bright afternoon,
another spirited young man had stood in the same spot—
about 65 meters from goal—
and launched a furious strike toward the net.
Old memories came flooding back.
A beautiful past, pulled violently into the present.
On the pitch—
under the disbelieving gaze of 30,000 spectators—
the football drew a perfect arc across Selhurst Park's sky.
It crossed the entire Burnley half.
And then—
it reached its peak.
Suddenly—
it began to drop!
A shiver ran through the away fans' hearts.
The ball was heading straight for Burnley's goal!
In front of it stood goalkeeper Grant, drenched in cold sweat.
The ball, tracing an unbelievable curve, plummeted toward his goal.
This can't be real!
A lobbed shot from over halfway across the pitch?!
By the time Grant processed it—
the ball was already in front of him!
With no time left to think,
he leapt instinctively, hands outstretched!
Countless fans held their breath—
watching the ball plummet!
To his credit, Grant managed to graze the ball with his fingertips…
But it didn't matter.
The ball soared over his head—
skimming just under the crossbar—
and smashed into the back of the net!
WHAM!!
The net exploded.
The ball spun violently, lodged in the mesh.
Grant crashed to the ground.
For a moment, his mind went blank.
He didn't know what had just happened.
He only knew that at the 93rd minute, in the very last second of stoppage time—
his goal had been breached.
A 60-meter lob.
A strike from the halfway line.
Had utterly destroyed Burnley's defense!
The stunned silence broke in an instant.
And then—
A roar like thunder shook the entire stadium!
Selhurst Park Stadium—
erupted!
The deafening shouts echoed through the skies.
It was like an earthquake had hit the grounds!
"GOALLLL!!!!"
"WTF!!!"
"It's in!! A miracle!!"
"4–3!!"
"This is divine! This is the work of a god… THE BALL'S IN!"
"A super lob from midfield—50 yards out—right at the final minute!"
"Crystal Palace's super genius has done the impossible AGAIN!"
"Oh my god!!"
The commentators were losing it.
"Words fail me! Kai has once again led Crystal Palace to a last-minute kill shot!"
"This goal is going to send his market value skyrocketing!"
"You want to talk about instant fame? Fifteen years ago, Beckham showed us once. And now—"
"Kai has revived the spirit of genius!!"
One commentator tossed his mic away and leapt onto the table, roaring with his fists raised.
The whole stadium drowned in an ocean of thunderous screams!
The fans chanted with everything they had:
"Kai!!"
"Kai!!"
They had pulled off a last-second winner.
They had defeated Burnley—
right at the death!
Their winning streak lived on!
The euphoria was indescribable.
"Unbelievable!"
"A miracle has happened before our eyes!"
"Kai's name is shaking the stadium!!"
In the Chinese broadcast room, commentator Zhan Jun was moved beyond words.
The atmosphere from the live feed seemed to burn through the screen.
Even his blood felt like it was boiling.
"I must be dreaming!"
"He's done it! We've killed Burnley at the last second and taken all 3 points!"
"My god! Our super genius did it again!"
On the sideline, coach Holloway was practically vibrating with adrenaline.
He waved his arms wildly, overwhelmed with emotion.
The Crystal Palace bench was in total chaos.
The substitutes stormed the pitch, ignoring the assistant referee, sprinting wildly.
The scoreboard reading 4–3 shattered all remaining composure.
On the pitch, the starting players dropped to their knees, screaming with joy.
The goal had gone in! 4–3! Another last-minute winner!
Kai had pulled Crystal Palace back from the edge—again and again—
delivering divine performances each time.
Under the roaring stands,
Kai pumped his fists in the air,
slid on his knees,
and screamed to the sky!
Game-winner.
One of the most blood-pumping words in sports.
And he had done it.
Again.
Crystal Palace's players swarmed toward him,
wrapped him in a massive hug,
and hoisted him high—
throwing him into the air!
In that moment—
on this sunny afternoon at Selhurst Park—
Kai had become a god to the players and fans of Crystal Palace.
A 60-meter lob from midfield.
One single strike.
That brought tears to the Manchester United scout in the stands.
Maybe it was the electric atmosphere—
or maybe…
he remembered another afternoon, 15 years ago.
Yes—15 years ago, right here at Selhurst Park—
David Beckham, the Red Devils' prodigy midfielder,
had scored a legendary midfield lob against Wimbledon.
And now, 15 years later—
another genius had done it again.
"We have to tell Sir Alex Ferguson," one scout muttered, choked up.
"David was once his favorite, even after the infamous boot incident. Sir Alex treated him like a son."
"If he sees another 'Beckham' has appeared… I swear, he'll bring this kid to Old Trafford."
Another scout whispered in awe,
"Our king Cantona—was once Sir Alex's favorite too."
"But in this boy, I see shadows of both Red Devils legends wearing the number 7 jersey."
"If Ferguson finds out, he won't be able to sleep from excitement!"
...
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP—!
Back to the pitch.
The final whistle blew.
The stadium exploded once more.
Crystal Palace had overturned the game 4–3 at home, with a stunning last-minute strike!
Five wins in a row in the league!
Sunshine.
Afternoon.
Youth.
Everything beautiful in football—
happened today at Selhurst Park!
Kai waved to the fans.
And was met with a tsunami of cheers.