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

On match day, the Emirates Stadium was as noisy as ever, reaching its peak half an hour in advance.

More than 60,000 gun fans filled every corner with a red wave.

Huge banners that read "Come On You Gunners!" were passed between the stands.

With Christmas approaching, this is a banner that Arsenal fans spontaneously made for their team. Although it's not as big as a tifo during a major tournament, it's still quite spectacular.

The festive lights, wrapped around the edges of the huge ceiling, flickered and danced.

Today is the last battle before Christmas, the key to unlocking the short holiday.

Before the match, Professor Wenger had already given everyone three days off after today's game so they could go home and celebrate the holiday with their families.

Therefore, in addition to the familiar football atmosphere, the stadium today was filled with an eager anticipation and a relaxed feeling.

All the Gunners are hoping to win this game and have a good Christmas with three points!

"Ladies and gentlemen!" came the commentator's voice.

"A pre-Christmas party! League leaders Arsenal host Brighton! Can the Gunners deliver a spectacular victory as a Christmas present?"

We see the players have entered the field! Professor Wenger stands on the sidelines with a relaxed smile, seemingly quite satisfied with the team's recent form.

Brighton manager Chris Hughton appeared particularly serious, knowing that securing points at the Emirates Stadium requires more than just courage! Especially against this season's Arsenal!

The ball was placed at the center tee point.

Aubameyang lightly stomped on the grass, while Saka behind him pursed his lips, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

The young core player, Yan Yuan, was already standing on the right side. He jumped lightly to loosen his ankles, and his gaze calmly swept across the opponent's half of the court.

The holiday after the final whistle is like a delicious cake hanging in front of you, but only if you eat the dish in front of you first!

All the young men were determined to clock out smartly today.

"Beep—"

The referee blew his whistle, and the match began.

Aubameyang passed the ball back to Odegaard, and Brighton, wearing their green away jerseys, quickly retreated into their own half like a receding tide.

Today, Seagulls manager Hughton fielded a rather pragmatic five-defender system, with Dunk, Duffy, and Bernardo in the center, and Montoya and Bon as wing-backs.

The midfield four formed a diamond formation, with Propper and Stephens dropping back, Gross and March linking up play, and Murray at the very front. The intention was clear: to compress space, tighten the defense, and wait for counter-attack opportunities.

Arsenal did not hesitate and quickly regained possession in their own half.

Xhaka and Ramsey, the defensive midfield duo, calmly orchestrated the rhythm, not in a hurry to push forward.

The commentator said.

"As you can see, Brighton adopted a very low profile away from home, with their defense extremely tight, leaving almost no room for Arsenal's attacking trident to maneuver."

But this gave Arsenal's sharpest weapon, Yan Yuan, an opportunity on the right flank.

He has plenty of room to warm up!

Ten minutes later, the first real test of the knife came from Yan Yuan.

At that moment, Ramsey received the ball on the right side of the center circle and looked up to see that familiar red lightning bolt had already anticipated and sped towards Brighton's left-back Bernardo.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ramsey delivered a precise, flat, low through ball that bypassed Gross's attempt to intercept!

"Yan Yuan has received the ball! Look at Arsenal's attempt this time!" The commentator's voice suddenly rose.

The ball arrives and the player arrives.

Yan Yuan controlled the ball steadily on the right wing near the sideline, facing the ready Bernardo.

Bernardo spread his arms and lowered his center of gravity, even though this was his first encounter with Yan Yuan.

However, his manager told him that the English supercars have an incredibly fast acceleration, and he must be focused when defending.

However, experience sometimes seems so pale and powerless in the face of the absolute speed of talent.

Suddenly, Yan Yuan's upper body swayed slightly to the left.

Bernardo subconsciously shifted his weight half a step to the left.

Just this half step! In the blink of an eye, Yan Yuan's right foot had already powerfully poked the ball forward, slicing it past Bernardo's right side.

At the same time, his body, which had undergone rigorous training and seemed to be equipped with rocket boosters, suddenly started up as if breaking free of shackles!

This is pure speed burst!

Yan Yuan didn't even use his usual breakthroughs or dribbling skills; this time, he simply overwhelmed the opponent with pure speed.

From the start to shaking off the defender, it only takes two steps.

Bernardo felt a red gust of wind rush past him. He couldn't even make an effective push-off and turn, and could only watch helplessly as the number 7 figure disappeared into the distance, desperately trying to chase after it.

A gasp of surprise erupted from the commentary booth.

"Yan's start was absolutely explosive! Bernardo was like he'd been put on pause! A supercar is a supercar no matter where it is!"

Yan Yuan surged along the sideline like a rushing red torrent, heading straight for the baseline.

Brighton's center-back, Duffy, was forced to come out to block crosses.

"Yan Yuan has reached the bottom! Brighton's defenses have been breached by this surprise attack!" the commentator exclaimed.

Although it's going down, the speed doesn't decrease!

Just before Du Fei was about to close the angle completely, Yan Yuan raised his right foot.

All of Brighton's defenders and goalkeeper Ryan's attention was drawn to the impending cross.

But the instant his foot touched the ball, Yan Yuan's vision caught a glimpse of the figure briefly left unattended on the edge of the penalty area.

He gently hooked his ankle.

An extremely subtle change with a downward spiral force.

Instead of flying towards the goal area, the ball traced a low and swift overhead kick, bypassing Duffy at the near post and Propper who was rushing forward to block it. As if guided by precision, it spun rapidly and rolled towards the gap on the left side of the penalty area's arc.

"Inverted triangle!!!" the commentator roared as he pointed out the route.

The person lying in ambush there was Saka.

He astutely seized the defensive gap created by Yan Yuan's breakthrough and moved ahead of time to the most threatening area.

"Thwack!" Yan Yuan's low, inverted triangle ball landed like a precise pass, perfectly positioned half a meter in front of Saka.

Young Saka didn't even need to adjust his footwork.

He braced himself with his left foot, then unleashed a powerful shot with the instep of his right foot. The ball skimmed along the slippery turf, splashing water everywhere.

This shot, with its strong inward spin, flew straight into the bottom left corner of the goal!

Goalkeeper Ryan reacted with lightning speed, diving to the side as if by reflex, his right arm outstretched to its limit, his fingertips even feeling the rough texture of the ball.

But the ball's spin and tricky angle meant that even the slightest touch only changed its direction by a negligible amount.

"Whoosh!"

The ball grazed the inside of the left post and slammed into the net.

"GOOOOOAL!!! Saka!!!" The commentator completely ignited the Emirates Stadium.

"Perfect team attack! An unbelievable explosive moment! Saka opens the scoring, and the sharp blade that tears through the defense is still Yan Yuan! A pure breakthrough utilizing his speed talent, coupled with a god-like, precise triangular pass! The Seagull has been hit by the cannon! 1-0!"