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

"Ederson made the save! But Manchester City are still in danger!" the commentator exclaimed.

Guardiola kept his eyes fixed on the direction of the penalty area.

The trajectory of the ball bouncing back into the penalty area was anticipated by a swift red and white phantom.

The moment Yan Yuan completed the cross, he didn't pause for a second. His footwork almost defied the laws of physics as he forcefully twisted his body and sprinted toward the goal.

Just when everyone thought Iwobi had delivered the final blow, Yan Yuan had already pounced into the heart of the penalty area like a ghost.

He's a step ahead of any defender.

When the ball bounced back, he was facing a nearly empty goal.

Yan Yuan shifted his body weight forward, and calmly pushed forward with the inside of his right foot during the sprint.

The ball rolled lightly and effortlessly across the goal line, striking the deepest part of the net! 1-0!

The moment the goal was scored, Yan Yuan was tackled to the ground by Ashraf, Cancelo, and Monreal who were chasing from behind, and was instantly engulfed in a boiling red and white frenzy.

On the sidelines, Wenger suddenly raised his clenched fist, but in an instant he forcibly suppressed his turbulent emotions and returned to a deep composure.

"Gooooooal!!! England's supercar Yan Yuan!!!" The commentators went completely wild.

"Arsenal's lightning-fast counter-attack! From the goalkeeper's orchestration to the ball hitting the net, only 8 seconds! Exquisite goal-scoring strategy, gorgeous passing, Yan Yuan's unparalleled speed and relentless pursuit delivered the fatal blow! A classic Wenger-style counter-attacking aesthetic reborn at the Emirates Stadium! An incredible dream start!"

Guardiola nearly jumped up on the sidelines, his face grim. He raised his hands sharply towards the open space in his own half, roaring loudly, his tone filled with shock and anger at being caught off guard.

After being criticized, Taj immediately gave the players new instructions.

In the 34th minute, Martin delivered a low cross to Ramsey, who had dropped back to receive the pass.

The Welsh midfielder almost immediately sent a through ball upon receiving it, and Yan Yuan's sprint route was right in front of him.

The ball pierced through the midfield and accurately found Yan Yuan.

At this moment, Yan Yuan received the ball with his back to the goal in the right position of the center circle.

Walker, England's top right-back, is tall and strong, and his speed is lightning fast. He can instantly move up to defend, like an iron tower in front of you.

The pressure is immense.

Everyone thought Yan Yuan would choose to either pass back or play it safe and turn to pass across, but he didn't.

He used an extremely subtle control of the rhythm. The moment he received the ball, he pivoted on his left foot, feinted a turn to the right, and pretended to cross, causing Walker to lean his center of gravity slightly to the right.

In the mere 0.5 seconds that Walker's center of gravity shifted slightly, Yan Yuan suddenly pushed off the ground with his supporting foot! Like a taut spring suddenly released!

At the same time, he used the outside of his left foot, which was supporting the spin, to flick the ball to the outside of Walker's left foot, which was towards the baseline, with lightning speed and extreme concealment!

A perfect burst of pure speed and explosive power.

From start to complete separation, it takes less than a second.

Walker's massive body swerved to brake and twist, but the terrifying difference in starting speed had already widened the gap.

Yan Yuan forcibly devoured his national team teammate Walker!

Walker had witnessed Yan Yuan's speed before, but he was still quite surprised when he experienced it firsthand.

With this sports car-like acceleration, Yan Yuan once again created a deadly situation on the sideline.

He cut inside at high speed.

Aubameyang made a rapid forward run through the middle, creating a two-pronged attack.

Yan Yuan raised his head during his high-speed sprint, and in that instant, his vision opened up. The entire stadium was as clear as if it were in slow motion, giving him a feeling of being the Flash.

"Yan Yuan... he's crossing the ball!!!" the commentator shouted.

The ball left Yan Yuan's foot, drawing a tricky high-speed trajectory that skimmed the ground, heading towards Aubameyang's forward run near the penalty spot.

However, before the ball was passed, Yan Yuan's momentum had not completely dissipated, so the angle the ball was given was not optimal.

Aubameyang sprinted with all his might, sliding in to shoot, but his toe missed the rapidly spinning ball by a hair's breadth.

The ball slid past the goal, and Aubameyang, rushing forward at high speed, crashed into the goalpost, slamming his fist on the turf in frustration!

"Oh no!! What a pity! That pass was incredibly imaginative and fast enough, it was just a tiny bit short of a chance!" the commentator lamented. "But Yan Yuan's penetrating power and speed selection still showcased world-class vision and football intelligence. Wenger was still applauding firmly from the sidelines; the threat of the English supercar still hangs over Manchester City's heads!"

Guardiola was clearly still shaken. He pounded on the roof of the substitutes' bench and angrily berated Tazilz for the two huge lapses in the defense.

Then, he waved his hand forcefully, signaling the team members to press forward as a whole.

In the final 10 minutes of the first half, Manchester City's deep blue began a furious counterattack. De Bruyne unleashed his signature long, curved shot from outside the penalty area, tearing through the air like a cannonball and hurtling towards the top left corner of the goal.

At the critical moment, Martin reacted as if by reflex, stretching his body to its limit and leaping up like a sturdy shield.

The fingertip barely grazed the ball, abruptly changing its trajectory.

"Bang!"

The dull thud sent shivers down the spines of every Arsenal fan.

The ball grazed the glove and slammed against the top edge of the crossbar before bouncing out of bounds.

The shot went wide, and De Bruyne looked down at the grass in disappointment.

Immediately afterwards, a corner kick was taken, and Aguero shook off his marker, leaped up in the crowd, and headed the ball into the goal.

However, Monreal, the veteran, stood firm like a rock, stretching out his leg to block the ball out of bounds.

The dull thud once again elicited gasps from the crowd.

In the end, Arsenal's players, with their flesh and blood forming a defensive line, stubbornly held onto their one-goal lead until the final whistle of the first half.

All the players were drenched in sweat as they walked toward the tunnel, their wet hair clinging to their foreheads.

"Monreal, a crucial goal-line save!" the commentator exclaimed.

The whistle finally blew to end the first half, and Arsenal took a 1-0 lead over Manchester City thanks to Yan Yuan's rebound shot!

The locker room was filled with an atmosphere that was a mixture of intense tension and subtle excitement.

Wenger surveyed his warriors, his voice steady and powerful.

"We withstood the Manchester City storm in the last ten minutes, everyone did a great job! But always remember, this is Manchester City, and in the first ten minutes of the second half, we must be even more cautious and disciplined!"

The professor's gaze fell on the face of his young but determined student.

"Your defensive recovery is crucial, and your counter-attacks are still our fangs!" The professor nodded slightly, his eyes filled with undisguised appreciation.

"Remember, pressure must be calm and precise," he said, his finger tracing the tactical board until it stopped at the marker labeled "Yan Yuan."

"Especially in the area on your right flank, the flames of a counterattack will surely be ignited there, but when defending, your presence is one of our walls. You have that ability, son."

"Understood, Coach!" Yan Yuan nodded emphatically.

The professor paused for a moment, looking around the entire locker room.

"Listen up, everyone! Stay patient, stay fierce!"

In the away team's locker room, the eye of the storm had already gathered.

Guardiola's Spanish cut through the air with a razor-sharp edge.

"Those two times on the right flank! Twice!" He pointed to the area between Ashraf and Yan Yuan on the tactics board.

"Whose beach is that gap for? The second half! A full 45 minutes! I want to see the intensity and rhythm of molten steel pouring down! Sterling!" His gaze pierced Sterling.

"Your blade needs to be sharp! It needs to pierce Arsenal's throat! I won't allow you to make another mistake!" He slammed his fist on the table. "We're only two points behind Arsenal, there's no turning back in this game!!"