After Paris Saint-Germain was removed from the list, I led England to victory!

In the fourth round of the Champions League group stage, Arsenal will host Swiss team Young Boys at home.

This was not an evenly matched contest.

But the Champions League stage is always full of ritual and anticipation.

Inside the players' tunnel, Yan Yuan took a deep breath, feeling the familiar, exhilarating atmosphere of the home stadium.

His gaze swept across the stands, finally settling precisely on a spot in the first row near the corner flag area.

Lin Jianwei arrived at the appointment on time today.

She seemed to sense Yan Yuan's gaze.

Upon seeing Yan Yuan, she nodded slightly to him, a faint, encouraging smile appearing on her lips.

Yan Yuan felt a warmth in his heart, nodded in that direction as well, and secretly gave a thumbs up.

"Beep—!"

The referee blows the whistle! The match begins!

As predicted before the match, the game, despite the significant disparity in skill levels, proceeded exceptionally smoothly.

Arsenal took control of the game from the start, keeping Young Boys firmly pinned in their own half.

In the 15th minute, Arsenal launched an attack down the left flank, with Lacazette and Odegaard playing a brilliant one-two.

After dribbling inside and drawing the defense, Ødegaard delivered a subtle through ball with the outside of his left foot.

The ball penetrated the defense.

Aubameyang understood perfectly, successfully beating the offside trap! One-on-one with the goalkeeper, he calmly slotted the ball into the far corner!

1-0!

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOALLLL!!" The Emirates Stadium erupted instantly! Aubameyang celebrated with an excited knee slide!

In the 28th minute, Arsenal pressed high up the pitch and won the ball back.

Saka received the ball on the right wing, and facing the defense, he skillfully created space and delivered a precise cross.

The ball flew towards the far post!

Yan Yuan surrounded them perfectly like a ghost!

He leaped high! Overpowering the opposing defender, he unleashed a powerful header! The ball swished through the net!

2-0!

"Yan Yuan!!! Header into the goal!" the commentator shouted.

After scoring, Yan Yuan immediately ran to the sidelines, his eyes fixed on that familiar spot in the first row.

Lin Jianwei was clapping enthusiastically, a joyful smile on her face.

Yan Yuan nodded to her, his smile equally bright.

In the 40th minute, Arsenal made a series of passes around the edge of the penalty area.

Ramsey passed the ball to Odegaard at the top of the box.

The Norwegian prodigy made a slight adjustment and curled a perfect shot with his left foot.

The ball flew past the goalkeeper's fingertips and nestled into the top corner of the goal.

3-0!

"World-class goal! Odegaard! A perfect arc! Arsenal have secured the victory in the first half!" the commentator exclaimed.

At halftime, Arsenal led 3-0.

There was no suspense in this match; the biggest question was how many goals Young Boys would lose.

The crowd at the Emirates Stadium is immersed in a sea of ​​joy.

As Yan Yuan walked toward the players' tunnel, he looked in Lin Jianwei's direction again.

She remained seated, but her face seemed paler than at the beginning, and she hugged herself as if trying to ward off the cold.

But she still gave Yan Yuan a smile.

Yan Yuan was too far away to notice Lin Jianwei's unusual state.

During halftime, Lin Jianwei sat in his seat.

She gradually felt a chill rising from the soles of her feet, and the dull pain in her head became clearer, as if a needle was constantly poking near her temple.

She tried her best to immerse herself in the exciting goals and enthusiastic atmosphere of the first half, cheering for every touch and brilliant performance by Yan Yuan.

But when Yan Yuan looked at her after scoring, she forced a smile and clapped her hands hard, but felt her arms getting heavier and heavier.

All around, the Arsenal fans erupted in deafening cheers.

At this moment, it seemed somewhat unclear to her.

She even felt her vision blurring slightly, and her whole body felt dizzy.

"Young lady, are you alright? You don't look too well," a kind-hearted middle-aged female fan asked her with concern.

Lin Jianwei forced a smile: "It's nothing, Madam, thank you for your concern. I'm just... a little excited."

She took out her thermos, drank a few sips of warm water, and tried to relieve her discomfort.

But the physical exhaustion and the heaviness in her head felt like heavy shackles, making it difficult for her to break free.

Lin Jianwei closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and hoped to take a break during the ten-minute halftime break.

At the start of the second half, Arsenal continued their relentless attack.

Bern's youth have completely collapsed and are left struggling to keep up.

In the 55th minute, Achraf made a high-speed run down the right flank, received a pass from Rodri, and crossed the ball from the byline.

The ball landed precisely.

Yan Yuan received the ball on the edge of the six-yard box and chipped it over the goalkeeper – another beautiful shot! The ball slammed into the net! 4-0! A brace!

"A brace! Yan Yuan! Number one on the top scorer list! Unstoppable!" The commentator went completely wild.

Yan Yuan rushed to the sidelines again, habitually looking towards Lin Jianwei's position.

Lin Jianwei struggled to stand up, clapped vigorously, and tried to maintain a smile on her face, but her body swayed slightly and was promptly supported by the female fan next to her.

Yan Yuan noticed that Lin Jianwei seemed a little unsteady on her feet, but because of the distance, he assumed that Lin Jianwei had just been sitting for too long.

In the 68th minute, Arsenal won a corner kick.

Odegaard took the corner kick.

Pepe outjumped the opposing defender and headed the ball into the net.

5-0!

The Portuguese center-back also joined in the goal celebration.

In the 88th minute, the match entered its final stage.

Lacazette dribbled into the penalty area and was tripped by the opposing defender.

The referee promptly awarded a penalty kick.

Lacazette himself took the penalty.

Calmly slotted the ball into the bottom left corner and scored!

6-0!

"Beep—!" When Lacazette scored his penalty, making the score 6-0, the referee blew the final whistle!

"Match over! Arsenal thrashed Young Boys 6-0 at home! With two group stage matches remaining, Arsenal are poised to advance with a perfect record!" the commentator announced the victory.

The Emirates Stadium erupted in deafening cheers.

All the players rushed to the center of the field and hugged each other in celebration.

The fans were shouting, jumping, and waving scarves wildly.

The joy of victory, like the finest wine, permeated every corner of the stadium.

However, amidst this boiling sea of ​​red, the commotion in one corner abruptly ceased.

The first row, near the corner flag area, is where Lin Jianwei is located.

Just as the final whistle blew and the stadium erupted in its loudest cheers.

Perhaps the cheers at the end were too loud, because Lin Jianwei, who had persevered for ninety minutes, finally couldn't hold on any longer.

Her body suddenly went limp, like a puppet with its strings cut, and she fell straight forward without warning.

"My God!" The female fan next to her was the first to notice and let out a terrified scream.

The female fan reacted quickly and pulled Lin Jianwei back.

Lin Jianwei had already fainted by this time.

"Someone has fainted! Help!"

"Doctor! Where is the doctor?!"

The surrounding fans reacted instantly.

Two female fans behind her reacted quickly, immediately crouching down and supporting Lin Jianwei's limp body from both sides to prevent her from falling to the ground.

At this moment, Lin Jianwei's face was frighteningly pale, his eyes were tightly closed, his breathing was weak and rapid, and fine beads of cold sweat were seeping from his forehead. He seemed to have lost consciousness.

"Make way! Make way! Call medical personnel!"

"Stretcher! Quickly, bring a stretcher!"

"What happened?"

"It looks like that girl! She's been sitting here the whole time; she just fainted!"

Chaos and screams quickly spread in that small area.

The nearby security personnel and the on-site medical team reacted quickly, rushing over immediately with stretchers and first aid kits.

The crowd was cleared to create a passage, and medical staff quickly conducted a preliminary examination on Lin Jianwei.

……

At this moment, in the center of the field, Yan Yuan was embracing his teammates to celebrate their victory.

With a victorious smile on his face, he habitually turned back again.

He looked toward where Lin Jianwei was, the corner he had been thinking about throughout the entire match.

When he turned around this time, he didn't see Lin Jianwei; he only saw medical staff carrying a stretcher past.

Yan Yuan's smile froze instantly.

What he saw was no longer the smiling, clapping figure, but a chaotic crowd and medical staff kneeling on the ground, busy at work.

"Oh My God!!!"

Yan Yuan was startled. Without hesitation, he ran out of his teammates' celebration circle.

"Hey... Yan, what are you going to do...?"

"Yan, the celebration isn't over yet..."

Yan Yuan's teammates watched as he charged toward the sidelines like an arrow released from a bow.

He was moving incredibly fast, his eyes fixed on that direction.

Yan Yuan didn't even bother to go around. When he was about the same distance from the stands, he suddenly accelerated, his body leaping into the air. He braced himself on the edge of the GG sign with one hand and performed a clean and neat flip.

Yan Yuan simply flipped over the nearly 1.5-meter-tall GG sign.

"Yan!!!" The teammates were stunned by this sudden change and hurriedly called out to Yan Yuan.

"Go and see what happened to Yan." Professor Wenger also told the players to go and check.

Saka, Aubameyang, Ramsey, Pepe...

Everyone realized what was happening and immediately rushed over.