As the game moved into the 80th mihe Napoli fans at the San Paolo Stadium were once again lifted into a frenzy.

  For the average spectator, football is a game of emotions, simple and passionate. But for the experts watg closely, their thoughts were far more plex as they realized something crucial: they had all been deceived by Gao Shen.

  That included Deschamps standihe visiting team's bench, the entators broadcasting the game, even football legends like Arrigo Sacchi iands basically, everyone.

  Gao Shen's first substitution was deceptively simple yet strategic. Deschamps had brought on Del Piero and Tomas Guzman, repg Giannichedda and Bojinov, signaling Juventus' io attack. After all, this was a knoatch, and they had no other choice but to push forward.

  But Gao Shen's response was ued. He subbed off Pelle for i, a move that fooled many into thinking that Napoli would tiag. However, for the experts like Sacchi and Deschamps, it became clear that Gao Shen wasn't pnning to attack he was setting up for a defensive terattack.

  i's speed and impa a ter-attag role were undeniable. And sure enough, not long after the substitution, Napoli executed a blistering terattack. Sanchez's cross from the byline found i, who slid in to score Napoli's third goal.

  3-0!. A dominant dispy.

  It was a clear signal of victory for Napoli. With that third goal, Gao Shen had all but secured the win.

  Juventus, meanwhile, struggled to mount a meaningful attack. Despite their vast resources and superior strength, they were uo pee Napoli's defense. Deschamps and his pyers found themselves in an aosition: they had been drawn out by Napoli's aggressive terattag style but cked the firepower to respond effectively.

  Juventus' famed defense was now only half the equation. Without a reliable offeo plement it, their strategy was like slow suffocation.

  By the 80th minute, Juventus made their third substitution, repg the aging Nedved with Mauro Camoranesi. It was a forced decision. Even st season, Nedved's age had begun to show, and this match, with Napoli's fast-paced, high-iy game, had left him exhausted.

  Yet, as soon as Deschamps made this adjustment, Gao Shen followed suit, introdug two fresh legs of his own. ángel Di María came on fervinho, who had performed admirably, while Arturo Vidal repced Rakitic.

  The entators were stunned. "What is Gao Shen trying to do now? Could it be that he still wants to attack?"

  ...

  In the chairman's stand, Juventus sp director Alessio Secco was restless. He wao leave early to avoid further embarrassment, but the thunderous cheers from the stadium stopped him in his tracks.

  When he g the field, he saoli making substitutions, with the fans' cheers apanying the annou. This left Secco fused.

  Who was ing on?

  "Gervinho has put in a solid shift," expined Marino with a smile to De Laurentiis. "His stamina isn't the best, but Di María is faster and more teically gifted. Though, he's still a bit young and cks the physicality."

  Marino tinued, "Vidal is versatile he py as a tral defender, but Gao Shen has been using him as a box-to-box midfielder."

  At this, Marino grinned. "Gao Shen intends to keep attag."

  Now, at the 80th minute, with Juventus physically exhausted and their morale shaken after a series of failed attacks, pressing forward seemed like the perfect opportunity to further extend Napoli's lead.

  "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Marino praised, clearly impressed by Gao Shen's tactical prowess.

  To Secco, it all made sense now, and he was struck with panibsp;

  Gao Shen wasn't just settling for a win; he wao crush Juventus pletely.

  ...

  On the sidelines, Gao Shen remaianding, his posture tall and anding, like a bea of fidence.

  Arrigo Sacchi, sitting iands, could only see Gao Shen's back, but he could vividly imagihe fidehat was radiating from the young coach.

  Once upon a time, Sacchi had also experienced suents of glory, where he masterfully trolled and maniputed games. It was a heady feeling, and seeing Gao Shen do it at such a young age filled him with both nostalgia and admiration.

  Gao Shen had developed so quickly.

  Even during his time at Real Madrid, he had shown glimpses of his strategic brilliance, like wheactically outwitted Rijkaard's Bara. But this match was on another level entirely.

  Sacchi couldn't help but be impressed. The way Gao Shen had used Pelle in the first half, not as a goalscorer but as a pivot to tire out Juventus' defense, was a masterstroke. Then, in the sed half, substituting i not to attack but to lure Juventus into thinking they could press forward, only to strike them with terattacks this was high-level tactical thinking.

  And just when everyone, including Sacchi, thought Napoli would sit bad defend the 3-0 lead, Gao Shen made another bold move. By bringing on Di María and Vidal, he was clearly going for the kill.

  Even Sacchi had been deceived.

  Sacchi had thought after the third goal that Gao Shen would settle into a defeance, proteg the lead. But Gao Shen wanted more.

  Sacchi shook his head, chug to himself. "These young coaches are ruthless."

  ...

  Deschamps realized he had been outsmarted.

  He thought Gao Shen would retreat into a defensive shell after the third goal, but instead, Napoli pushed even harder, f Juventus to stay on the back foot.

  Napoli's wingers, Di María and Sanchez, tio push forward. Hamsik and Vidal provided the extra attag impetus from midfield, leaving only Biglia and the defeo cover at the back.

  It was as if Gao Shen was daring Juventus to attack.

  But Juventus were no longer capable. The veterairing, their attacks disjointed and iive, and their deferetched thin.

  "Has Gao Shen been pnning this the eime?" Deschamps wondered.

  ...

  Oapoli's pyers were relentless.

  With the boss calling for them to press even higher, they didn't hesitate. Every pyer pushed forward, sensing the ce to put the game beyond any doubt.

  After a quick turnover, Bonucci passed the ball tas, whed forward and passed to Di María. The Argentine wiaking on Billindley, cut past the defender a a perfect cross into the box.

  i, ever the opportunist, beat both Kovad Chiellini to the ball and headed it on target. Buffon, in typical world-css fashion, made a save, but the ball rebounded out.

  Hamsik, unmarked, pounced on the loose ball and smashed it into the back of the .

  4-0!

  The stadium erupted in a deafening roar.

  ...

  Even after the foal, Gao Shen wasn't satisfied.

  On the sidelines, he tinued urging his pyers to press, to attack, to keep pushing Juventus to their limits.

  "There's still time!" he shouted, his voice carrying across the stadium.

  Napoli's pyers, inspired by their coach's relentless desire, pressed on.

  In stoppage time, Di María received the ball on the left and crossed it into the box. i, tightly marked, id the ball off to Hamsik, who quickly passed it to Vidal at the top of the box.

  Vidal took a touch, drove into the box, and fired a shot past Buffon.

  5-0!!.

  The San Paolo Stadium exploded once again.