"Roma is pressing forward."

  "Watch this py; they're passing to Pizarro up front, looking for a way through again."

  "Totti is retreating, raising his hand, asking for the ball."

  "All right, it's to Totti. Let's see how he pns to initiate the attack this time."

  "Vidal is right on him, stig close again!"

  "This Napoli pyer is fearless! He's not giving Totti any spad is f him to pass it to Vuic."

  "Beautiful! Biglia steps in with a interception!"

  "Napoli is ung a terattack immediately. Biglia surges forward with the ball."

  "The ter is quick look at the pao pass to Gervinho this time, it's sent to i instead."

  "i receives the ball sideways; the Roma defenders are on him, but i is physically dominant and tall. He couldn't break through both ter-backs, but he shields the ball and pys it out."

  "Here's Rakitic moving up! He lines up for a le shot!"

  "Long shot!"

  "It's in!!!"

  "Napoli scores again! Rakitic with the sed goal!"

  "2-0!!"

  "This young talent from Switzernd has doubled Napoli's lead. The aggregate score is now 3-2, and Napoli have pleted the eback!"

  "We're only fifteen minutes into the match, and Napoli has already wo goals."

  "Roma's defenders are giving it their all, but Napoli's pyers are showing their skill. i, holding off two defenders with his strength, mao pass the ball out, and Rakitic's strike absolutely brilliant!"

  "A's not fet, Rakitic missed the first leg due to a suspension from accumuted yellow cards. It doesn't matter now he's scored a crucial goal for Napoli today."

  "Three to two on aggregate. The momentum has pletely swung in Napoli's favor."

  "The camera's panning to the sidelines, and there's the young head coach of Napoli only 26 years old."

  "Before the match, he boldly cimed that Napoli would score three goals at the Stadio San Paolo. At the time, everyohought he was out of his mind, that his predi was absurd. But now, only fifteen minutes in, Napoli has already scored two goals. That third goal seems iable."

  The broadcast switched to the Napoli bench, where the pyers celebrated wildly. Many of them ran toward the coag area to celebrate with their coach.

  "Well done, Ivan!" Gao Shen said with a grin as he hugged Rakitic.

  The young midfielder, only 18 years old, was steadily proving himself as a rising star. Gao Shen had once longed for Modric, but now, he couldn't help but aowledge that the team had struck gold with Rakitid Biglia. If Modric were to join, it would mean beng one of these promising talents, which felt almost cruel.

  Sometimes, it wasn't about amassing stars it was about building the right team with the right chemistry.

  Too many stars could disrupt the bance, cause internal u, or limit pyers' development. Instead, it was wiser to cherish the pyers in front of you.

  "And you, Edinson, you did great!" Gao Shen tinued, making sure to spread his praise.

  "Keep pushing, everyone!" He rallied the team, their spirits s.

  "Remember the promise I made before the game three goals. We're at two now, and there's plenty of time to get that third. Stay focused!"

  "Uood!" the Napoli pyers shouted in unison, their resped admiration fao Shen reag new heights.

  The momentum had shifted.

  Before the match, everyone assumed Roma's Serie A pedigree would be too much for Napoli to hahey believed Roma would walk away victorious from Stadio San Paolo.

  But nooli was not only holding their own they were dictating the pad dominating the game. Every terattack felt dangerous, every turnover was exploited ruthlessly.

  Roma, trailing on aggregate, couldn't afford to sit back. Spalletti was known for his attag philosophy, and it was clear that Roma wasn't going to roll over. They kept pushing forward, particurly on the left, where Mani tried repeatedly to break through.

  Despite a few promising moments, Mani's attempts to breaapoli's defense fell short. Roma shifted their focus, attag down the right through Taddei, hoping to find a breakthrough.

  But tonight, Napoli's left-back Vargas was in top form. He wasn't giving Taddei any space, f the Roma wio retreat and pass the ball ba frustration.

  That's when David Luiz, the eid uable Braziliaer-back, saw his moment.

  Napoli's defense was holding firm, but when Taddei passed back, David Luiz seized the opportunity. He stormed forward with a perfectly timed challeealing the ball from Vuic.

  Vuic tried to recover, immediately pressing Luiz in an attempt tain possession, but the Napoli defender was already ahead of him.

  "David, left!" A voice called out from across the pitch.

  Without a sed thought, David Luiz go his left ahe ball in that dire, finding Vargas already rag up the fnk.

  Vargas, seeing the open space ahead, surged forward, quickly crossing the halfway line. Roma's midfield scrambled to recover, but Vargas was too fast. In mere seds, he had crossed into Roma's half, bearing down on the 30-meter area.

  Roma's right-back Panucci, wary of Gervinho's speed, hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to cover Vargas or stay with Gervinho.

  Seeing the hesitation, Gervinho moved inside, freeing up the entire left wing for Vargas.

  Vargas, having pyed alongside Gervinho for most of the season, kly what the winger was doing. As Panucci rushed tervinho, Vargas passed the ball inside.

  Gervinho trolled it calmly, f Panucmit, but instead of driving fervinho executed a clever pass back behind Panucci's position.

  Vargas, who had tinued his run forward, tched onto the pass, now pletely unmarked on the left side of the penalty area. With a quice at the box, Vargas whipped in a perfect cross with his left foot.

  i was already on the move, timing his run perfectly.

  Roma's defense scrambled to catch up, but no one could stop i's momentum. Mex tried to mark him, but i simply outmuscled him, leaping high into the air.

  In one powerful motion, i ected with Vargas's cross, sending the ball into the bottom er of the with a precise header.

  Doni, standihe left post, dove to his right, but the ball was beyond his reach.

  GOAL!

  "Napoli scores again!"

  3-0!!

  "Unbelievable! It's been just 20 minutes, and Napoli has already fulfilled Gao Shen's bold predi!"

  "Three to zero! The aggregate score is now 4-2. Napoli is firmly in trol!"

  On the sidelines, Gao Shen had been watg Vargas's run with anticipation, nervous but hopeful.

  When Gervinho passed the ball back, Gao Shen had mentally shouted, "Pass it! Pass it!"

  As Vargas sprinted into spad delivered the cross, Gao Shehe oute was iable.

  When i leaped and scored the header, Gao Shen jumped into the air with him, r in celebration.

  The referee's whistle blew, signaling the goal, and the eadio San Paolo exploded in cheers once again.

  Gao Shen ched his fists and shouted in triumph as his coag staff rushed to his side, embrag and celebrating wildly.

  Napoli had do they had taken a anding lead, and the semi-finals of the Coppa Italia were now within their grasp.

  Gao Shen turo the cameras, a wide grin on his face, and held up three fioward the broadcast. His message was clear: I promised three goals, and I delivered.

  How do you like that? Does your face hurt now?

  He opened his arms and ughed in satisfa, reveling in the moment.

  Behind him, Carlo and Guardio exged amused gnces, shaking their heads. Gao Shen was bound to ruffle feathers across Italy with his antics, but it was impossible to deny the man had earhe right to be fident.

  Few had believed Gao Shen when he predicted three goals, but here they were, with only 20 minutes pyed and three goals already scored.

  And the game wasn't over yet.

  Napoli had more time and more opportuo scain.