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

Tonight, the 17th round of the Premier League features a top-of-the-table clash.

League leaders Arsenal will host last season's champions Manchester City at home.

With only a two-point difference in the standings, this match is full of tension and decisive significance.

The roar of 60,000 people at the Emirates Stadium nearly lifted the roof off.

The red and white flags fluttered in the early spring chill.

The voice of Sky Sports' senior commentator came through the microphone with extreme excitement.

"Ladies and gentlemen! A crucial battle! League leaders Arsenal host defending champions Manchester City! Can Wenger keep the Gunners on top of City in the standings? Guardiola's Citizens will not give up easily! Let's wait and see!"

Inside the players' tunnel, the atmosphere was as heavy as the calm before a storm.

Manchester City players, dressed in their dark blue away kits, appeared calm and confident; Arsenal players, on the other hand, had sharp eyes and high fighting spirit.

"Beep—!"

As soon as the ball was launched, it immediately stuck firmly to the feet of the players in dark blue jerseys.

De Bruyne received the ball near the center circle, habitually looked up, and his sharp eyes swept across the frontcourt; his observational skills were his terrifying instinct.

But in front of him, the young Rhodes, like a hungry wolf smelling blood, instantly closed in and blocked his space to turn towards the inside.

De Bruyne could only quickly pass the ball back, with Bernardo Silva behind him.

"Manchester City have possession as usual, but Arsenal are clearly well-prepared for this match!" the commentator's voice pinpointed accurately.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we can see this formation. The Gunners have retreated into a compact 4-4-2, with Lacazette and Aubameyang forming the first line of defense."

Wenger also instructed Yan Yuan and Iwobi, both technically gifted wingers, to drop deep into defense and protect the flanks!

Wenger's intentions were clear tonight: he planned to concede some space and lock down Manchester City's heartland!

Manchester City's patience is suffocating.

The ball was passed back and forth between Walker, Laporte, and Fernandinho, searching for an opportunity to start.

Left wing-back Delph pushed up to overlap, seeking to combine with Aguero, who was constantly lurking on the edge of the penalty area.

Aguero skillfully weaved between Pepe and Monreal, but the two experienced veterans held their positions firmly, working together seamlessly to close the gap and avert danger time and again.

On the right flank, Ashraf faced Sterling's agile and unpredictable attempts to cut inside, but with the brute force and explosiveness of his young body, he held his ground without giving an inch.

He was like a moving stone wall, forcefully pushing the happy boy out of bounds several times with his body.

Sterling shook his head, somewhat dejected; the game hadn't been very enjoyable.

Twenty minutes passed quickly, and Manchester City's possession rate jumped to an astonishing 62% on the stat sheet.

On the sidelines, Guardiola, with his shiny bald head, was wearing a well-fitting black long-sleeved shirt as always.

Today, he stood like a statue of a thinker at the edge of the command area, his brow furrowed and his face solemn.

In this situation, it seemed that Blue Moon was in control of the rhythm, but it was as if they were constantly hitting an invisible, elastic net, unable to penetrate even an inch.

"As you can see, the opening was dull, but it was fraught with danger for both sides!" the commentator analyzed.

"Arsenal united to withstand Manchester City's first wave of attacks. How will Wenger play his cards? Can he continue to allow his team to be on the defensive like this?"

After about 20 minutes of silence, the gunmen had polished their cannons; they were about to fire.

Wenger stood on the sidelines with his hands in his coat pockets, seemingly calm and collected.

But he frequently gestured to the field, pointing to the open space in Manchester City's backfield, and then forcefully waving his arm forward!

The instructions are very straightforward: [Intercept the ball! Pass it through! Speed ​​up! Don't waste time on unnecessary dribbling; the ball must cross the halfway line as quickly as possible and smash it into the opponent's heart of the defense! Especially on the right flank!]

Wenger's gaze was fixed on his beloved disciple, Yan Yuan, who had black hair, a tall stature, and was exceptionally agile!

Yan Yuan's name began to be mentioned frequently in the commentary booth.

"For Arsenal, their right flank is always a perfect target. The Gunners know that as long as Wenger gives the order to fire, the side with the most intense firepower will definitely be the side where Yan Yuan is!"

In the 30th minute, a Manchester City corner kick was caught by Martin with a diving save without hesitation.

Martin glanced around the field a few times and instantly spotted the tempting vacuum on his team's right flank.

He restarted the game, and the ball whistled through the chaotic crowd, landing precisely at the feet of the rapidly advancing Cancelo!

As the Portuguese defender started his run, Yan Yuan on the right wing, like a rocket brimming with energy, leaned forward, his muscles tense, and sprinted ahead towards the open space!

His eyes were incredibly bright, and his aggressive desire was terrifyingly high.

Cancelo understood immediately and, without hesitation, delivered a quick, half-high through ball to Iwobi near the center circle.

The Nigerian midfielder displayed his understated yet astonishing artistic talent at this moment.

He didn't even stop the ball to adjust; he simply stretched out to meet the incoming ball, his body slightly turned to the side, the outside of his right foot resembling a crescent moon!

The entire movement was seamless and fluid. With a gentle flick of his wrist, the ball traced a beautiful yet deadly arc in the air, precisely piercing through the gap in Manchester City's defensive flank!

That was exactly Yan Yuan's planned running trajectory!

"Iwobi! Outside-of-the-foot pass! A miraculous penetration!" The commentator's voice almost cracked. "Yan Yuan is sprinting at full speed! An opportunity!"

Delph turned to give chase, but it was too late.

Yan Yuan's red and white number 7 was the most eye-catching figure in this game.

He sprinted for more than 35 meters, and Delph couldn't catch up with him at all, leaving him mercilessly behind, stretching out his arms in vain.

After entering the right edge of Manchester City's penalty area, Laporte stood in front of Yan Yuan. This top Spanish center-back was the last line of defense for the Citizens.

Yan Yuan's sprinting pace did not slow down at all.

He suddenly made a fierce feint to the left, cutting inside the penalty area, and his body weight shifted violently!

His sway was so large and so convincing that Laporte's mind was completely fooled, and he instinctively took a step inward.

In that split second, Yan Yuan seized the opportunity and fiercely struck the ball towards the baseline with the outside of his right foot!

He unleashed another burst of speed, completely overwhelming Manchester City's key center-back Laporte!

Just before the ball rolled out of bounds, Yan Yuan tensed the arch of his right foot and, facing the immense forward momentum of his body, forcefully delivered a sweeping shot!

The ball, like a low arrow, hurtled towards the penalty spot in the penalty area.

While everyone's attention was drawn to the low, triangular cross, the commentator spotted the even more deadly back post.

"Yan Yuan crosses in! At the far post... Iwobi!" the commentator announced.

Iwobi arrived just in time, and without any adjustment, he met the ball and smoothly pushed it into the bottom right corner of the goal with an extremely fluid motion.

Ederson's reaction was so fast it was like a goalkeeper descending to earth. He practically leaped out from another direction, his body stretched to its limit, and his right fingertips barely touched the ball.

The ball changed direction slightly and slammed hard into the inside of the goalpost.

With a loud thud, it didn't roll out of bounds or crash into the net, but instead bounced back to the edge of the penalty area in a heart-stopping manner.

This is a place that makes people nervous and anxious.