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

The dressing room tunnel at Old Trafford is like a world of contrasts.

The atmosphere inside Arsenal's dressing room was both enthusiastic and focused.

Professor Wenger is giving his players instructions for the second half.

"Lads! You played brilliantly in the first half! 2-0! But it's only halftime! The second half at Old Trafford is always the eye of the storm! Mourinho will launch a furious counterattack! They will press forward and will do anything to score!"

He pointed to the tactics board and said.

"First 15 minutes of the second half! Defend! Stay solid! Drop back! 4-4-2! Xhaka, Lacazette, you need to drop deep! Support the midfield! Xhaka, Rodri! You are the shield! Hold the edge of the penalty area firmly! Pepe, Monreal! Focus on aerial balls! Lukaku is their target man! Don't give him comfortable jumping opportunities!..."

Do you understand?

"Understood, boss!" the players replied in unison, their eyes resolute.

However, the atmosphere in Manchester United's dressing room, which is just a wall away, is like an icebox.

Mourinho stood in the center of the room, his face ashen, suppressing his raging anger.

He stood with his hands on his hips, his gaze like a cold knife, sweeping over every dejected player, finally fixing on Rashford.

"A disgrace, the first half was an absolute disgrace!"

Mourinho's voice was deep and imposing.

"0-2! We got thrashed like this by Arsenal at Old Trafford! Do you deserve these jerseys? Do you deserve the fans in the stands?!"

He suddenly took a step forward, almost touching Rashford in front of him.

"Marcus! Tell me! Were you sleepwalking on the field?! That one-on-one! And that mistake! What were you thinking?!"

Are you thinking about which nightclub to party at with Pogba after the match?! Tell me, where is your discipline?! Where is your focus?!

Rashford lowered his head, his hands gripping the hem of his jersey tightly, his knuckles white. His lips moved a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Because what Mourinho said was true.

Rashford knows he has disciplinary problems, but he just can't seem to change.

There's no way around it, Manchester's nightlife is just too vibrant.

The teammates were terrified and the Manchester United dressing room was deathly silent; no player dared to speak.

Mourinho looked at Rashford, his chest heaving violently. Finally, he turned abruptly away from everyone and let out a heavy, weary sigh.

"well……"

That sigh was filled with disappointment, anger, and a deep sense of powerlessness.

Mourinho stopped talking and just stood there silently.

The locker room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, and all the Manchester United players could feel the manager's almost explosive despair.

Manchester United are currently in a precarious situation.

……

"Beep—!"

The whistle blows for the second half.

The atmosphere at Old Trafford was even more somber than in the first half.

The Manchester United fans' chants were filled with sorrow, while the Arsenal away supporters' cheers were even louder, brimming with a desire for victory.

At the start of the second half, Mourinho made a desperate move, replacing the underperforming Fred with the technically gifted midfielder Mata.

His intention was clear: to strengthen the organization and connection in the attacking third and provide ammunition for the forwards!

After Manchester United kicked off, they seemed to be injected with a powerful stimulant, instantly unleashing an amazing offensive.

The formation became extremely aggressive.

Ashley Young and Luke Shaw, the two full-backs, were like two sharp knives, positioned extremely high, almost like wingers.

Matic moved forward, forming a midfield trio with Herrera and Mata, pressing high up the pitch relentlessly.

With Rashford and Martial tucked inside and Lukaku leading the attack, Manchester United adopted a desperate 3-4-3 attacking formation.

"Manchester United have changed their formation! Mourinho is going all out! Ashley Young and Luke Shaw are pressing very high up the pitch! This is going to be a fierce battle!" the commentator exclaimed.

Despite Manchester United's furious counterattack, Arsenal players remained completely calm.

Wenger's pre-match strategy was clear and effective, with the formation instantly dropping deep to compress space.

Pepe and Monreal firmly anchored themselves in the center-back positions, like two insurmountable towers, focusing on marking Lukaku and contesting high balls.

Cancelo and Achraf dropped back to their positions, no longer making easy runs forward, prioritizing the width of the flanks. Xhaka and Rodri acted like two mobile gates, firmly blocking the key area in front of the penalty area.

Yan Yuan and Lacazette dropped very deep, almost becoming wingers, assisting the full-backs in defense.

The overall formation forms an extremely compact and impenetrable 4-4-2 defensive wall.

Big Martin became the last insurmountable barrier, defending the area with great skill and composure.

In the 47th minute, Manchester United delivered a high cross, and he roared as he rushed out, punching the ball hard out of the danger zone with both fists.

In the 52nd minute, during another long-range shot from Manchester United, he made a diving save to tip the ball over the crossbar with one hand. Every save and roar from him greatly boosted morale.

Manchester United's strong attack was not without its chances.

Mata demonstrated his value after coming on.

In the 55th minute, he received the ball in the middle and skillfully turned to get rid of Rodri and Xhaka's double-team.

Immediately, he keenly spotted a momentary lapse in Arsenal's defense, and Rashford quietly launched his attack, successfully beating the offside trap.

"Mata! Through ball! Beautiful! Rashford! Offside trap! One-on-one!!!" the commentator exclaimed.

Rashford accelerated and instantly left Monreal behind.

He dribbled into the penalty area, creating a clear one-on-one opportunity.

All that remained in front of him was the attacking Martin; the angle wasn't great, but there was enough space.

He could have chosen to calmly shoot into the far corner or delicately chip the ball over the goalkeeper.

however.

Perhaps the embarrassing mistake he made in the first half was still lingering in his mind, perhaps the immense pressure caused him to lose his composure, or perhaps he still couldn't forget the woman who had given him such pleasure just two days ago.

Rashford hesitated noticeably when dribbling.

He glanced up at Martin's position, then looked down and adjusted his pace...

Looking up again... time had already slipped away in hesitation.

"I don't know why, he should have been more decisive at this point, Rashford made too many adjustments!" the commentator couldn't help but shout anxiously.

Just as Martin was about to pounce on them.

A flicker of panic crossed Rashford's eyes.

Instead of opting for the most reasonable push shot or chip shot, he forcefully swung his left foot from an almost zero angle and fired a powerful shot into the near corner.

A powerful shot.

"Bang!"

The ball moved like a wild horse, whistling through the air.

But absurdly, it grazed the outside of the near post and flew out of bounds at high speed.

Heading straight for the corner flag area!

The ball didn't even glide past the goalpost.

"Oh noooooooooooooo!!!" A huge, incredulous sigh and a cry of disappointment erupted throughout Old Trafford.

Far away in the East, Wang Yunqi, a die-hard Manchester United fan, was watching the live broadcast late at night and started cursing.

"Rashford, you son of a bitch! Even my grandma could have scored that goal!!"

Manchester United fans in the stadium held their heads in their hands, their eyes filled with despair! A golden opportunity had been missed!

Rashford stood frozen in place, his hands covering his face, his body trembling slightly.

He pulled his jersey over his head forcefully to cover his pained expression.

This missed one-on-one chance not only dashed his hopes of leveling the score, but also acted as the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely shattering his already fragile mental defenses.

"It's a real shame. This was a goal even an old lady could have scored, but their mentality collapsed... Rashford's mentality completely collapsed..." the commentator sighed. "This goal should have been the start of Manchester United's counterattack, but it became the final blow that crushed their morale!"

In the 58th minute, Manchester United won a corner kick. Mata took the corner, and the ball flew in an arc towards the center of the penalty area.

Belgian striker Romelu Lukaku displayed his power, overpowering Pepe as he leaped high and unleashed a powerful header.

The ball hurtled towards the goal with a whistling sound.

But the angle was too straight, and Martin stood firmly in position, like a rock, holding the ball tightly in his arms.

The ball remained completely still.

At this point, Manchester United's attack was already running out of steam.

Under the double blow of Arsenal's impenetrable defense and Rashford's missed opportunities, they gradually lost their edge.

Arsenal players grew more confident in their defense, displaying excellent teamwork and a solid formation, repeatedly thwarting Manchester United's attacks.

In the 61st minute, having withstood Manchester United's fiercest counterattack, Arsenal, like experienced hunters, began to regain control of the game.

Provided the formation is appropriate, we should revert to the familiar 4-2-3-1.

Xhaka and Rodri firmly controlled the midfield pivot, passing the ball around at a leisurely pace.

Yan Yuan would sometimes drop back to midfield to receive the ball, and sometimes roam to the flanks to provide support.

Ødegaard orchestrated the attack through the middle, while Lacazette used his running and link-up play to constantly stretch Manchester United's defense.

Arsenal's passing was precise, fluid, and patient, like weaving an invisible net that wore down the remaining energy and fighting spirit of Manchester United's players.

The morale of the Manchester United players was clearly low.

He was no longer enthusiastic about running, and his eyes were filled with confusion and frustration.

Mistakes began to increase, passes became inaccurate, and the defense showed signs of laxity, with weaknesses starting to emerge.

In the 66th minute, Arsenal patiently passed the ball around in midfield, and Rodri received the ball on the right flank. Facing the pressing Herrera, he calmly passed the ball across to Yan Yuan, who was in a better position.

Yan Yuan received the ball on the right flank near the center line.

Instead of rushing to dribble past the defender, he looked up and observed. His vision was like a radar, and he keenly spotted the fatal gap exposed in Manchester United's defense during the transition from attack to defense.

That area was the junction between Lindelof and Luke Shaw; the two had briefly separated while tracking back after their earlier attack.

More importantly, he spotted Odegaard quietly starting up in the middle and cutting diagonally towards that open space.

Yan Yuan stretched the outside of his right foot and delivered a precise through ball.

The ball obeyed perfectly, skimming the grass and precisely penetrating the defensive gap between Lindelof and Luke Shaw.

Roll towards the open space near the penalty spot.

"A through ball!!! It's pierced the defense!!! Manchester United have let the ball through again!" the commentator shouted.

Odegaard was ready. He successfully beat the offside trap and, unmarked near the penalty spot, easily stopped the ball.

Odegaard's one-on-one chance.

He used the inside of his foot to curl the ball towards the far corner of the goal, the ball arcing smoothly and precisely around De Gea's block.

At a relatively small angle, it successfully lobbed the shot into the blind spot.

"GOOOOOOOOOOALLL!!!!" The commentators erupted in jubilation! "Goal!!! Arsenal 3-0 Manchester United! Odegaard! A composed finish! Yan Yuan delivered a masterful through ball! Their combination is always so sharp; the Yan-Odegaard link-up has happened far too many times this season!"

After scoring, Ødegaard excitedly rushed to the corner flag and slid on his knees to celebrate, and Yan Yuan ran over to hug him with a big laugh.

The two gave each other a high five in excitement.

This goal sealed Manchester United's fate in this match.

The clock struck 75 minutes, and Mourinho was standing on the sidelines, glancing occasionally at the stands and then at the entire stadium.

He seemed to be saying goodbye.

Mourinho offered his final solution, replacing the lackluster Martial with Sanchez.

The former Arsenal star has returned to Old Trafford, but things have changed drastically. His appearance is like a drop in the ocean, unable to change anything.

Arsenal were now three goals ahead, and the game was essentially over.

Professor Wenger began making substitutions.

He replaced Lacazette with the young and energetic Saka, and replaced the exhausted Rodri with the experienced Ramsey.

Arsenal's formation retreated further, solidifying their defense, controlling possession, and running down the clock.

The players maintained a high level of focus, made accurate passes, and made active runs, giving Manchester United no chance to capitalize.

The Gunners' goal was clear: to secure a clean sheet! A perfect finish.

As time went on, Manchester United's attack became increasingly chaotic and disorganized.

Frequent passing errors and numerous defensive lapses.

There was a lack of communication between the players, and some even blamed each other. Boos and insults began to rise from the stands at Old Trafford.

In the 80th minute, Arsenal launched a long counter-attack from their own half, and Aubameyang successfully beat the offside trap using his speed, creating a half-chance opportunity.

Unfortunately, Lindelof's desperate pursuit disrupted his shot, and his final push went slightly wide of the far post, missing a chance to add to the score.

In the 85th minute, Sanchez, the former Arsenal player, received a weak back pass from his teammate just outside the penalty area.

He was more than 30 meters away from the goal, with no obvious openings around him.

Perhaps wanting to prove himself, or perhaps overwhelmed by suppressed emotions, he made no adjustments and unleashed a powerful long-range shot with his right foot!

"Sanchez takes a long-range shot!!!" the commentator roared.

The ball flew like a cannonball, accompanied by a whistling sound.

But it flew high and ridiculously high towards the stands behind the goal!

Head straight for the third-level stands!

"Ohhhhhhhhhh..." Old Trafford erupted in a huge, mocking, and angry chorus of boos.

Immediately, a torrent of insults swept in like a tsunami.

"Get out of here, Sanchez! You're a spy sent by Arsenal!!"

"Useless! Overpaid and incompetent!"

"Sanchez, are you trying to prove your loyalty to your old club?? Go back to Arsenal!"

"Mourinho out! Mourinho out!"

"Mourinho, you are not fit to be the manager of Manchester United!"

The harsh insults echoed clearly in the air above the stadium, some directed at the players, others at the coach.

Sanchez lowered his head, expressionless, and silently turned and ran back to his half of the field.

Mourinho stood on the sidelines, hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet. He was speechless. The Manchester United management was against him, the players were against him, and now the home crowd was against him too.

This outrageous long-range shot and the ensuing barrage of insults became the most glaring footnote to Manchester United's disastrous night.

It utterly shattered the last vestiges of Manchester United's dignity, signaling the team's complete collapse in both spirit and tactics.

During stoppage time, Arsenal players easily passed the ball around in their own half.

Pepe passes to Monreal, Monreal passes back to Xhaka, Xhaka passes across to Ramsey, Ramsey then passes to Saka on the wing...

Manchester United players made a few symbolic presses before giving up entirely.

They stood there, watching the ball flow smoothly from Arsenal players' feet, seemingly detached from the situation.

Many Manchester United fans had already left the stands at Old Trafford, and those who remained mostly remained silent, with only a few boos and sighs.

"Beep—! Beep—! Beep—!"

The referee finally blew the final whistle three times to end the match!

Arsenal 3-0 Manchester United!

The moment the whistle blew, Old Trafford finally fell silent.

Manchester United players seemed to have their souls ripped out, collapsing to the ground, some covering their faces and sighing, others looking around blankly.

Mourinho stood on the sidelines, expressionless.

He didn't look at the scoreboard, the players, or Wenger.

He just stood there quietly, staring blankly at the distant stadium where the noise had subsided.

The stadium lights cast a long shadow of him, making him appear exceptionally lonely and forlorn.

This is his third season at Manchester United. He's tired, he's exhausted.

Mourinho took a deep breath, turned around, and walked heavily toward the players' tunnel.

The once spirited and unruly "madman" now appears with a poignant sense of loss, a hero's decline.

Mourinho knew this might be the last time he would stand on the sidelines at Old Trafford as Manchester United manager.

Wenger glanced at Mourinho's retreating figure from afar, and the two legendary managers "bid farewell" in this way.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Arsenal players were celebrating.

They rushed onto the field, hugging, high-fiving, and roaring with joy.

Xhaka excitedly jumped onto Ramsey's back, and Aubameyang and Odegaard hugged each other tightly!

Yan Yuan and Saka gave each other a high five and smiled. Professor Wenger stood on the sidelines with a gratified and composed smile on his face, hugging and high fiveing ​​each of his students who came off the field.

He walked to the Arsenal fans' stand and waved to the Arsenal fans who had traveled from afar.

Tonight, red and white flags wave proudly in the Old Trafford night sky.

The song "North London Forever" resounded through the sky.

Arsenal players walked hand in hand, lined up, and headed towards the Arsenal fans' stand, bowing deeply to thank them for their support.

That night, Old Trafford was no longer the Red Devils' fortress.

It was completely conquered by a younger, sharper, and more united gunners.

This was a resounding 3-0 victory.