[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-start-with-r9-template":3,"chapter-start-with-r9-template-start-with-r9-template-chapter-104":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Start with R9 Template",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1388670,1840,"Chapter 104 - 104","start-with-r9-template-chapter-104",104,"\u003Cp>\"He's isolated him!\" Gary Neville shouted. \"He's gone past Delph like he wasn't there!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The cutback is perfect!\" Martin Tyler screamed as the ball rolled across the box. \"Lingard is arriving... AND IT'S THERE!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"MANCHESTER UNITED LEAD IN THE DERBY!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The buildup to this goal is absolutely unbelievable,\" Neville analyzed breathlessly. \"It starts with Rojo's brave header at the back. Then Ling—one-on-one—he tears through City's flank. And look at the composure to pick out the pass. Jesse Lingard slots it home in one swift motion!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In this top-of-the-table clash, the Red Devils draw first blood!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the gantry, Neville looked down at the pitch with pure awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The replay of Ling's breakthrough played on the monitors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It satisfied a primal desire for conquest, showcasing the raw speed and power of the Premier League.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he wasn't on air, he would have been screaming along with the Stretford End.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twitter (X) Trending: #MUNMCI #JLINGZ\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>@RedDevil_99: LING IS UNREAL! He hasn't played for two weeks, how is he this fast?! ⚡️\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>@TacticalTim: Mourinho masterclass. He knew Delph was the weak link. He put Ling on the right specifically to target him. Tactical genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>@CityZen: I am done with Delph. I'm actually done. He's a midfielder playing left-back and it shows. He just got cooked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>@UnitedStand: Look at the replay! Lingard bullied Fernandinho to get to that spot. Fighting spirit is BACK at Old Trafford! Tears in my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>@StoreMUFC: Update: We are sold out of 'LING 7' jerseys. Please stop refreshing the page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>@PunditPat: Don't celebrate yet. City are wounded animals now. Pep will have tricks up his sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Trafford erupted like a volcano.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Glory, glory, Man United!\" \"As the Reds go marching on, on, on!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the bitter winter cold, the fans felt a fire coursing through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some shed their heavy coats, waving their arms and screaming the anthem into the snowy sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the pitch, Jesse Lingard sprinted over to Ling, high-fiving him violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ling! That dribble was sick, but my finish was slicker!\" Lingard laughed, adrenaline pumping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aren't you going to dance today?\" Ling asked with a grin, feigning confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, I almost forgot the main event!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingard snapped out of his daze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled Ling toward the corner flag, and together they broke into Lingard's signature, quirky hand-sign dance—the 'JLingz'.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the United squad swarmed them, burying them in a pile of red shirts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the huddle broke, Ling turned and waved enthusiastically toward the VIP box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, the Manchester City players looked dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the pundits predicted, their record-breaking winning streak had bred a hint of complacency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This goal was a bucket of ice water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on! Heads up!\" Vincent Kompany roared, clapping his hands to rally his troops. \"We do not fall here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fabian Delph wore a troubled expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wiped sweat from his forehead. If they didn't adjust the tactics, he was going to be torn to shreds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That explosive acceleration... just thinking about it made his legs feel heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sterling and Sane glared at United's number 7, a flicker of defiance rising in their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the sidelines, Pep Guardiola buried his face in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood Mourinho's trap now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pep had planned to pin United back, forcing Ling to defend deep, which would protect Delph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he hadn't anticipated United's resilience, Pogba's press-resistance, and most of all—Ling single-handedly destroying the flank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Pep recovered quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strode to the touchline, barking orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attack. Attack more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no turning back now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other bench, Jose Mourinho pumped his fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been stewing over the media criticism all week.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he felt vindicated. His boys were executing the game plan perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But more than the goal, he loved the aggression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mourinho's eyes drifted to Romelu Lukaku.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The big Belgian was quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'He needs to be meaner,' Mourinho thought. 'He's letting Otamendi bully him. If he doesn't wake up, Zlatan comes on in the second half.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well done! I told you the lad would create something, but none of you listened!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sir Alex Ferguson led the applause, his eyes twinkling as he watched Ling's sprinting figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reminded him of the old days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Giggs days. The Ronaldo days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Paul Scholes shifted awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been critical of Mourinho in the press recently, but Jose was currently on a 20-match unbeaten run in the league.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was getting harder to complain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's got the United DNA,\" Ferguson murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling Changzheng was waving his arms excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Dalian Shide disbanded years ago, his passion for football had died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But watching his son gallop across the turf at Old Trafford? The fire was back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you for sending him to Manchester United,\" Ferguson said, extending a hand toward Ling's father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling Changzheng froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurriedly shook the hand, overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Holy crap,' he thought. 'That's Sir Alex Ferguson. The Godfather. And he's shaking my hand? No one back in China is going to believe this.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Lanxia watched them, her heart swelling with a pride she had never known.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The match resumed, and the dynamic shifted instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stung by the goal, Manchester City shifted gears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stopped using the wings and began to overload the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David Silva and Kevin De Bruyne began to link up at frightening speeds, swapping positions and playing one-touch passes that defied logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The famous \"Pep-ball\" was in full flow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>United's man-marking system began to crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The half-spaces were flooded with blue shirts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling was forced to drop all the way back to his own penalty area, acting as a second right-back to help the team survive the onslaught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>City were relentless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They used horizontal passes to stretch United, probing for a gap, finding space between the lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The equalizer felt inevitable. The United goal was living on borrowed time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep! Beep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Referee Michael Oliver blew the halftime whistle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The collective sigh of relief from the Manchester United players was audible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had scored in the 37th minute, and though only eight minutes had passed since then, it had felt like an eternity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>HT: Manchester United 1 - 0 Manchester City\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Read 30 chapters ahead and support me on patreon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patreon (.)com\u002FNewbietranslator\u003C\u002Fp>",1033,"2026-06-05T22:48:23.062Z",1,"novelbin.me","c19b8a0a25506d30305c7e6b8a3eda348ea3b06153037afa69b0c90d9ac5f5eb","start-with-r9-template-chapter-2","start-with-r9-template-chapter-103",371,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstart-with-r9-template-cover.jpg"]