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

"Beep!"

The whistle for the start of the second half was like pulling back the floodgates.

Manchester City's pent-up momentum surged forth with even greater ferocity, shattering the midfield axis.

The commentator's voice tightened instantly.

"Manchester City launched a counterattack, even more fiercely than at the start of the first half. Guardiola has clearly unleashed a storm in midfield!"

De Bruyne and Gundogan began to move significantly forward, like two sharp knives poised to block Arsenal's vitals.

On the wing-backs, Walker and Delph made almost insane runs forward, maximizing the width of the pitch – a tactic Guardiola often employs.

The ball, like a precision-guided cannonball, whistled towards the Arsenal penalty area countless times!

Pepe and Monreal, the duo, were instantly overwhelmed by a barrage of crosses from the football field.

"Another cross!" the commentator exclaimed.

Pepe leaped up fearlessly and, amidst the double-team of Fernandinho and Aguero, forcefully headed the ball out of bounds.

Sweat streamed down his resolute face, which was covered with fine lines.

"Veteran Pepe! He was a wall at Real Madrid, and he's still a wall at Arsenal!" the commentator exclaimed, praising the veteran's fighting spirit.

Immediately afterwards, Monreal also leaped high, overpowering Sané who had just come on as a substitute, and headed the ball away.

These two veteran center-backs fought tooth and nail for every inch of ground on the edge of the six-yard box, demonstrating the meaning of the last line of defense with their bodies.

However, Manchester City's sharpness is not limited to their head.

In the 55th minute, David Silva, the composed midfield maestro, and Delph, who made a run down the left flank, executed a textbook one-two pass on the left side of the penalty area.

Silva deftly cut inside, shaking off Ramsey's stumbling defense and penetrating deep into the penalty area.

Facing a formidable double-team of Pepe and Monreal near the six-yard box, Silva did not attempt a breakthrough; instead, he chose the most lethal option.

With a gentle push from the instep, a low, flat ball pierced through the chaotic crowd at the near post like a scalpel.

"Back post position!" the commentator hissed.

Sterling arrived at that location on horseback.

In a flash, he appeared precisely in the only, fatal gap on the right side of the door.

When Cancelo attempted a diving block, Sterling's sliding shot was already completed before he could react.

The ball, at a tight angle, skimmed along the grass and swiftly flew into the bottom corner of the near post.

"GOALLLLL!!! Sterling!!! Manchester City have equalized! 1-1!" The commentator's voice carried a barely perceptible gasp of amazement. "Absolutely perfect teamwork! Silva's passing timing and trajectory were flawless, and Sterling's positioning and shooting were impeccable! Even with all his abilities, Martin was powerless this time!"

The ball slammed into the net with a dull thud; Manchester City's counter-attack was fierce and swift.

Wenger frowned deeply on the sidelines, deep in thought.

Guardiola finally vented his anger, raising his clenched fists high above his head and slamming them down hard.

He burst out a string of rapid, Spanish-accented English, roaring excitedly towards the stadium.

In the 62nd minute, Arsenal's defensive midfielder Rodri charged down the right flank like a beast, and with a stunning sliding tackle that spanned half the field, he forcefully dispossessed Gundogan, who was trying to cut inside!

However, the very next second after completing this textbook defensive play.

Rodri clutched the back of his right thigh and collapsed onto the grass in pain.

"Oh no, Rodri!" the commentator exclaimed with concern. "My God! That move looks incredibly strenuous! Rodri has indicated he can't continue! This is a devastating blow for Arsenal! Hopefully, Rodri's injury isn't too serious."

The match was paused, and Arsenal teammates went over to check on Rodri's injury.

The team doctor quickly entered the field, and his solemn expression after the examination said it all.

Rodri pulled a muscle and was stretchered off the field. He will be out for at least three weeks.

After confirming Rodri's injury, Professor Wenger watched his protégé go off the field, then abruptly turned and pointed to the substitutes' bench:

Madison!

James Madison immediately jumped up, taking off his substitute vest while listening to the professor's rapid-fire instructions in his ear.

[Positioning forward! Sharing the ball distribution! Keeping the midfield from collapsing!]

Wenger is going through a painful period of being forced to make tactical adjustments.

Rodri's departure definitely had a significant impact; Arsenal's thickest shield in midfield was missing.

Maddison's skills are beyond doubt, but his partnership with Ramsey as a number 8 seemed somewhat weak against Manchester City's overwhelming midfield pressure.

Manchester City almost completely controlled the midfield pivot, and their ball movement was breathtakingly fast.

In the 65th minute, Delph broke through on the left and sent in a cross. The ball was headed on by Pepe at the near post, changed direction, and bounced strangely to the edge of the six-yard box.

Sterling arrived at just the right moment, in a position where he was almost facing an open goal.

The entire Emirates Stadium seemed to gasp in surprise.

"Sterling! This is a golden opportunity to open the net!!!" the commentator roared.

Sterling adjusted his footing, raised his famous golden right leg, and slammed it into the ball.

However, the next second, to everyone's astonishment, Sterling missed his target entirely.

The ball slowly slipped between his panicked, almost twisted legs!

Even more incredibly, Aguero, who was rushing towards the ball's landing point and ready to tap it into the empty net, met the ball with a vicious shot!

"Bang!"

Instead of flying towards the goal as expected, the ball hit Sterling squarely in the backside, who was looking bewildered and instinctively trying to dodge it!

Then it bounced off the baseline weakly!

Dead silence! A brief, utter dead silence!

Then came a huge gasp of astonishment and laughter of relief.

"My God! What happened?! Sterling miskicked! Aguero's follow-up shot hit Sterling's butt and bounced away!!!" The commentator's voice was filled with an incredulous, twisted laugh.

"Well, the world-class striker and... the happy boy teamed up to deliver a defensive performance with a distinctly British comedic style, and Guardiola completely lost it on the sidelines. He waved his hands and angrily kicked the water bottle rack away, while Wenger was probably silently thanking God."

At this moment, on the sidelines.

Guardiola watched helplessly as Sterling, from two yards out, inexplicably swung his multi-million pound right foot, which should have been his most reliable weapon, and missed the ball entirely.

Then they saw Aguero's determined, furious follow-up shot land squarely on Sterling's backside as he bent over, trying to dodge but unable to.

At that moment, Guardiola was struck hard by this ridiculous and absurd mistake, his body jerked backward, and he instinctively covered his head with his hands.

"NOOOOO!!!!!" A scream of extreme pain and loss of control, mixed with the most vulgar Spanish curses, burst from his throat.

"Sterling! Two chances! You ruined two shots! You should marry the goalpost! It's more useful than you!"

This dramatic turn of events acted like a shot in the arm, temporarily dispelling the gloom hanging over Arsenal, but only temporarily.

In the 70th minute, Arsenal cleared the ball from their own half with difficulty, and it landed right at Ramsey's feet.

Ramsey demonstrated valuable experience.

The moment at least two Manchester City players pressed him, he didn't hold onto the ball for long, calmly flicking it sideways.

The pass went to Yan Yuan, who was struggling to break free from Sterling's close "care" on the right wing.

The moment Yan Yuan touched the ball, Delph had already blocked his path to the byline.

In this extremely difficult and confined space, and with his body's center of gravity not being very stable while running at high speed, Yan Yuan did not choose to force his way past his opponent.

Yan Yuan's vision instantly penetrated Manchester City's entire pressing defensive line.

There, Aubameyang, the Black Panther, suddenly sprang into action, stabbing straight into the ribs.

Then, Yan Yuan steadied himself on the grass, and with the inside of his right foot acting like a highly accurate missile, he transformed his momentum into a diagonal pass over the top.

The ball flew precisely over Laporte's head as he surged forward, and plummeted into the empty space.

Aubameyang's speed was ignited to its limit at that moment.

Like an arrow released from a bow, he darted forward from the side, arriving first despite Laporte's desperate gaze.

This time, Aubameyang seized the opportunity.

"Yan Yuan passes the ball!!! A long ball!!! A killer pass!!" the commentator roared wildly. "Aubameyang! One-on-one! Offside trap broken!"

Ederson's choice was understandable; he abandoned his goal and expanded the area he blocked.

But Aubameyang, with his panther-like sprint, was extremely decisive. Facing the goalkeeper who was pouncing like a giant bird with outstretched arms, he cleverly poked the ball to the right with the tip of his right foot.

A simple yet perfectly executed ball-passing maneuver.

Edson's center of gravity was completely fooled, and he missed his target in a flustered attempt.

The empty Manchester City gates were laid out before Aubameyang like a canvas.

Aubameyang adjusted his position and gently pushed with the inside of his foot.

The ball went into the net cleanly and precisely.

"Gooooooal!!! Aubameyang!!!" The commentators erupted in cheers. "How concise! How efficient! What a deadly counter-attack! Yan Yuan's pass was like reading the entire battlefield! Aubameyang sealed the victory! Arsenal take the lead! 2-1!"

After scoring, Aubameyang rushed to the corner flag and performed his signature somersault celebration.

Wenger could no longer contain his excitement and clenched his fist.

The clenched teeth finally broke open.

Guardiola sat motionless, resting his chin on his hand in deep thought.

The joy of being in the lead did not last long.

In the 80th minute, Bernardo Silva received the ball on the right wing. Facing Cancelo's defense, he did not choose to break through, but instead very cleverly retreated a step back and then delivered a perfectly timed pass back.

The ball landed precisely on the right side of the edge of the penalty area, in the area where De Bruyne was rushing in.

The Belgian superstar's pent-up anger, which had been building up throughout the game, seemed to find an outlet at this moment.

De Bruyne's body was like a fully drawn bow; he swung his right foot and unleashed a powerful shot.

The ball, like a cannonball, flew with astonishing force towards the top left corner of the goal.

Big Martin reacted almost to his limit, stretching his body out and leaping forward.

"Bang!!!"

A loud bang echoed throughout the stadium as metal collided violently with a ball.

The ball slammed against the underside of the crossbar! It bounced back into the penalty area.

"The central pillar!!" the commentator exclaimed.

The ball bounced back near the penalty spot and was caught by a blue figure like lightning.

Aguero! This top striker never gives up!

He deftly bypassed the stunned and frozen Pepe, and leaped into the air.

Completely instinctively, he swung his flexible neck sharply.

"Thump!" The ball was struck as if by a hammer and went into the goal.

At this moment, Martin, who was still struggling to get up from the ground, was out of reach.

"Goooooooal!!! Aguero!!! Instant reaction! Equalized! It's 2-2 again!" The commentator's voice trembled. "Under duress, Manchester City never give up! De Bruyne's powerful shot! Aguero's instinct, that's the mark of a champion! The suspense of the match has increased dramatically! The truly nail-biting moment has arrived!"

Guardiola excitedly slapped the tactics board on the sidelines.

Time ticked by, and the air seemed to solidify into lead.

Every breath at the Emirates Stadium felt like a burning sensation.

Both teams were pushing every player to their physical limits.

Every offensive and defensive transition between the two sides was like dancing on a knife's edge, so tense it was suffocating.

In the 85th minute, Maddison received a back pass from Iwobi near the center circle.

He looked up and noticed a gap in front of him that wasn't completely sealed. Manchester City's defense had been compressed too much after the sustained high pressure, and the middle was a bit loose.

Iwobi, understanding the situation perfectly, darted past him from the side, and Madison, without hesitation, passed the ball to Iwobi and immediately surged forward.

Iwobi flicked the ball back with a graceful heel strike.

The classic "two-pass-one-through-the-wall" moment is repeated.

The ball came back to Madison's feet, this time about 25 yards from the goal.

The Manchester City players around him hesitated and did not immediately make a tackle, perhaps because they were wary of his playmaking ability as a rising attacking midfielder and were afraid of losing their positions.

This slight hesitation gave Madison room to adjust.

He took a step forward with the ball and looked up at the top right corner of the goal.

opportunity!

Madison unleashed a powerful shot with all his might, the ball flying like a cannonball into the top corner of the goal.

The ball speed was astonishing, and the angle was incredibly tricky!

"Madison!! He takes a long-range shot right away!!!" The commentator suddenly stood up, shouting hoarsely.

Brazil's goalkeeper once again demonstrated a world-class response.

He leaped sideways like a cheetah to make the save, his body almost forming a straight line in the air.

Ederson's large hand came in handy again, barely managing to graz the high-speed ball.

"They caught it!!!" The commentator was half regretful and half amazed.

The ball, its trajectory altered by Ederson's fingertips, was no longer heading straight for the absolute corner.

Instead, it continued to slam with tremendous force against the post at the edge of the penalty area, the second heavy thud of the goalpost sending chills down everyone's spines.

A red figure, like a vulture that had already smelled blood, swooped down from near the penalty spot.

It is Yan Yuan.

He started moving the moment Madison took the shot; Yan Yuan's instinct told him that Ederson would most likely touch the ball.

The only chance was a rebound shot.

As the ball hit the goalpost and bounced outwards, Yan Yuan had already thrown his entire body out.

Like a warrior charging headlong into battle, he channeled all his strength and direction into a leaping, fish-like ascent to the summit.

His forehead, imbued with immense force, slammed into the rebounding ball.

With a crisp "bang," the ball changed direction and darted into the bottom right corner of the goal with lightning speed.

Ederson was still crawling on the other side of the goalpost, reaching out in vain, only to become a tragic backdrop to this game-winning goal.

Yan Yuan's diving follow-up shot carried tremendous momentum, causing him to roll twice on the ground before coming to a stop.

Then, he quickly stood up and immediately recognized that the ball was spinning wildly inside the net.

The next moment, ecstasy swept through the entire Emirates Stadium like a tsunami.

"Goooooooal!!! Yan Yuan!!! A game-winning shot!!! A true game-winning shot!!!" The commentator went completely mad, his voice cracking to the point of almost losing its own.

"From Maddison's stunning long-range shot being saved, to the rebound off the post! And then Yan Yuan's fearless diving header on the rebound! A powerful shot! The decisive blow! Arsenal! 3-2! An incredible hero has been born! All the Gunners are going crazy!!"

Yan Yuan didn't even stop rolling before trying to get up and celebrate, but the strong inertia made him lunge forward again before he could finally stand up.

He roared as he charged toward the sidelines, following his teammates who came to celebrate, and headed straight for the corner flag.

The entire stadium was a sea of ​​red, and the deafening roar, like a volcanic eruption, shook the London night sky!

Guardiola looked ashen-faced, hands on his hips, staring intently at the scoreboard showing "3-2." It was a very unpleasant feeling.

A heavy sense of disappointment permeated the entire Manchester City bench.

The game is not completely over yet.

The long five-minute injury timeout has begun.

Manchester City launched a final, all-out attack.

All the Blue Moon players pushed across the halfway line, and even goalkeeper Ederson joined the attack.

De Bruyne seeks an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow amidst the chaotic crowd.

He spotted Aguero in the center of the penalty area.

De Bruyne raised his right foot, ready to deliver the game-changing pass.

A red figure attacked again, suddenly sliding in from the side!

This time it was Pepe; the veteran seemed to have squeezed out the last bit of her remaining fighting spirit.

His sliding tackles were clean, precise, and ruthless.

Just a fraction of a second before the ball took off, the toe barely touched it.

The ball changed direction and flew out of bounds.

De Bruyne and Aguero both gasped simultaneously.

Pepe slid in and landed heavily on the grass, but he immediately sat up, waving his fists and roaring like a wild beast toward the sidelines.

Without a single foul, a clean tackle worth its weight in gold, enough to decide the outcome of the battle.

"Pepe!!! A crucial clearance!!" the commentator screamed with his last ounce of strength. "He shattered Manchester City's last hope! The referee is checking his watch!!!"

Aguero held his head in his hands, his eyes filled with unbelievable despair.

Sterling kicked the turf hard.

The piercing whistle finally broke the last vestige of tension that enveloped the stadium.

"Beep—beep—beep!!!"

"Match over!!! It's over!!!" Only exhausted yet ecstatic shouts remained on the commentary stand. "A great match! A victory for Arsenal! Yan Yuan! Hero! Pepe! Iron will! A perfect symphony of youth and veteran! Arsenal hold onto their lead firmly!"

Wenger's era seems to have turned a new, exhilarating page! Guardiola and his Manchester City team could only swallow the bitter defeat, but let's not forget that both sides displayed fighting spirit and resilience in this battle! This season, the Premier League title race has become even more unpredictable!

As the final whistle blew, Wenger slowly exhaled the breath he had been holding in his chest for so long, and a tired yet incredibly bright smile finally appeared on his face.

He walked onto the field, like a marshal welcoming a victorious warrior, and embraced his disciples one by one.

When his palm patted Yan Yuan's shoulder, who was still panting heavily and whose chest was heaving, the professor's deep eyes were filled with satisfaction.

On the other side, Guardiola silently walked up and shook hands with Wenger.

"You have a great player that everyone wants, Wenger," Guardiola said.

As Wenger and Guardiola shook hands, Wenger looked in the direction where Yan Yuan was celebrating with his teammates and said this.

"Don't even think about it, Pep. This kid is a natural-born shooter. I'll watch him become our legend."