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

The atmosphere in the locker room was exceptionally relaxed.

Wenger didn't give a long, impassioned speech; he simply made some brief arrangements.

"Stay focused, lads, victory is only a matter of time, but don't let your guard down! Enjoy the game, finish with a perfect performance, and then go home to reunite with your families."...

Meanwhile, the Brighton dressing room was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Hugh slammed his hand on the tactical board, his voice filled with a do-or-die determination.

"Down by two goals, we must change things up in the second half! Attack! Only attacking gives us a chance!"

He made a decisive substitution: replacing Murray with the tall Swedish center Djerkreish.

Dzekereish was signed by Brighton from Brommapojkarna in January of this year for one million euros.

So far this season, he has only made two appearances for Brighton's first team, once as a substitute and once as a starter.

This is his third appearance.

With the introduction of Dzekeresh, Brighton's formation changed.

With one center-back removed, the team reverted to a familiar four-defender system, with Duffy and Dunk in the center, Bernardo Silva returning to the traditional left-back position, and Montoya at right-back.

The four midfielders are positioned in a parallel formation, with Dzekeresh and Locadia partnering up front, creating a more impactful 4-4-2!

As the second half began, Dzekeresh became like a moving iron tower, frequently challenging for headers in front of Arsenal's penalty area, trying to provide support for his teammates or create scoring opportunities directly.

Gross's passes also became more penetrating, making several attempts to get behind Arsenal's defense.

The sounds of muscles colliding between veterans Pepe and Monreal were clearly audible.

The commentary captured the changes.

"It seems Brighton are going all in! Newcomer Dzekeresh is leading the charge; let's see if he can break through Pepe and Monreal's defense?"

However, the spectators and Arsenal players soon noticed an interesting phenomenon.

This newly introduced Swedish center forward seems to care a lot about his hairstyle.

"Dzekeresh wins the header again! Pepe wins the header... Oh, let's look at this new striker, he seems a little unhappy with the landing point, but his first action is... smoothing his wind-blown sideburns?" The commentator said with a hint of amusement.

Gross attempted a through ball to Dzekeresch, but with a bit too much power! Dzekeresch couldn't control it properly... He shook his head in frustration, quickly brushing the stray hairs from his forehead back with both hands!

"Hey guys! I think we're seeing an on-field hairstylist!" the commentator quipped, seizing the opportunity.

"Currently, Dzekeresh has touched the ball 4 times, and the number of times he's flipped his hair... well, I guess it's more than 4 times, right?"

Scattered bursts of laughter came from the stadium stands.

Brighton manager Hughton stood on the sidelines.

He initially focused on Dzekeresh's role as a pivot and Gross's passing lanes, but gradually, the frequency with which the striker styled his hair also caught his attention.

Hugh's lips twitched slightly, and his brows furrowed with annoyance and helplessness.

Brighton's tactical change not only brought in the somewhat active "hairstyle icon" Dzekeresh, but also their targeted containment of Arsenal's left-wing striker Saka.

After Saka demonstrated his abilities in the first half, Brighton noticeably intensified their defense against him, with Montoya marking him closely and Gross providing exceptionally active support.

Saka's ability to receive the ball and make breakthroughs became extremely difficult.

But Hughton forgot, or underestimated, that Arsenal's true super engine was operating in another dimension.

Yan Yuan's turbocharger is not yet fully activated; it is just waiting for the right opportunity to kickstart it.

In the 58th minute, Brighton's attack advanced to the left flank.

Montoya made a powerful cross from the byline; the ball had a great arc and was spinning sharply as it flew toward the near post.

Pepe is the rock-solid anchor of Arsenal's defense!

He withstood the attempts of the Mopai to interfere, accurately judged the landing point, leaped high, and executed an extremely powerful lion's head shake.

"Bang!" Pepe headed the ball hard out of the penalty area, sending it flying high and far.

The ball will land on the right side of midfield, near the sideline.

"Headed out! Possession..." The commentator's words hadn't even finished.

A red figure, like a red arrow released from a bow, had already anticipated the landing point and quickly retreated from the midfield position to its destination.

It was Yan Yuan who had returned to provide backup.

He didn't choose a complicated maneuver like chesting the ball down; in the face of absolute speed, any movement that slows him down would be a waste.

Yan Yuan lifted his left foot precisely, using the inside of his foot to gently deflect the rapidly falling ball.

The soccer ball obediently landed half a meter in front of his feet.

Without pausing, Yan Yuan suddenly leaned forward and fiercely bounced the ball forward with the outside of his right foot.

Like a sports car launching from a standstill.

The supercar starts up, engine roars!

The instant the ball left his foot, Yan Yuan transformed into a streak of red lightning that tore through the air.

Pure, ruthless explosive power was unleashed to its fullest extent at this moment.

Brighton midfielder Stephens, who was trying to intercept him immediately, only saw a flash of red before his eyes.

His anticipated tackle had barely begun when the ball at Yan Yuan's feet had already passed right in front of Stephens' outstretched toes.

At the same time, his figure had already sped past Stephens from the outside.

"My God, they ate it raw again!" the commentators exclaimed.

Next up was a pure straight-line acceleration performance.

Yan Yuan was the fiery steed of the Emirates Stadium, and he began his iconic long-distance run along the right flank.

The cameras on the sidelines could only capture a red afterimage, while the fans in the stands had to strain their eyes to follow the red trail.

Proper, who came to cover, discovered in despair during his chase that his all-out sprint was only causing the distance between them to widen.

Bernardo, the left-back who had been tormented in the first half, gritted his teeth and tried his best to catch up, but the gap continued to widen.

"Brighton are chasing! But they can't catch up! They can't catch up at all!" the commentator roared excitedly. "The supercar is going full throttle! Look at this solo run! The Emirates Stadium is trembling for him! Lightning fast!"

Yan Yuan dribbled the ball toward the right side of Brighton's penalty area.

Duffy, Brighton's last line of defense, sprinted frantically from the middle to try and block the shooting angle.

Goalkeeper Ryan also moved quickly and nervously, rushing out to block the near post.

Everyone thought Yan Yuan was about to unleash a powerful and devastating shot!

But Yan Yuan once again showed the world his composure and brilliance.

He consciously and almost artistically transformed the absolute speed of his sprint into control in the two steps before entering the penalty area.

His steps became extremely precise, with his right foot supporting his weight and his body slightly tilted to the right.

Seeing Duffy rushing towards him and the wide-open goal behind him, Yan Yuan made a decision that made everyone hold their breath.

His left instep was taut.

He curled a beautifully curved shot towards the junction of the bottom and side of the ball.

The ball speed wasn't the fastest, but the angle was exceptionally tricky.

With a visible spin, it drew an elegant, deadly parabola, deftly bypassing goalkeeper Ryan's fingertips as he stretched them upward with all his might.

It grazed the inside of the far post and gracefully spun into the net.

"GOOOOOOOOAL!!!" The commentary booth erupted! "Yan Yuan!! My God! He received the ball in the backfield and started his run! He dominated the entire right flank! He made a long run of nearly seventy meters! That left-footed curler bypassed Ryan's fingertips! An extremely tricky curve! He single-handedly stormed into the enemy's lair! An absolute superstar! A textbook example of individual ability!" The commentator's voice was hoarse, filled with unparalleled shock.

The entire Emirates Stadium was instantly ignited.

The roar, like a volcanic eruption, shot straight into the sky.

The shouts of "Yan, Yan, Yan! Supercar Yan!" were unified and resonated across the earth.

Yan Yuan spread his arms and charged along the sideline toward the section of the stands where Arsenal fans were most concentrated.

With a few final steps, he leaped slightly into the air, bent his knees, and slid steadily to his knees on the slippery grass with an extremely smooth and elegant movement.

This is a standard Henry-style slide.

After his knee slide, Yan Yuan blew a kiss to the home fans.

Wenger clapped enthusiastically on the sidelines, his face beaming with uncontrollable pride.

Hughton, his face ashen, closed his eyes in anguish, put his hands on his hips, and turned away. Brighton's fate was sealed.

With a three-goal lead, Arsenal players played more relaxed and their passing combinations became smoother.

But Saka was struggling to break free of Montoya's close marking on the left wing, and he didn't have many opportunities to get the ball.

Yan Yuan, the eye of the storm on the right flank, became the most terrifying source of the storm in Brighton's eyes.

When he started again, he quickly advanced along the right flank.

Bernardo and Propper almost instinctively scrambled forward to try and stop the runaway horse on the side of the road.

Yan Yuan keenly perceived the enemy's intention to encircle and annihilate him.

As he approached the corner of the opponent's penalty area, he suddenly stopped and changed direction.

He skillfully pushed the ball gently through Bernardo's legs with his right foot.

With another spin, the ball flew between the two players!

Yan Yuan deftly bypassed the two players on the outside, completing an extremely smooth pass between the player and the ball.

But this time, his goal was not to achieve a breakthrough.

The moment Yan Yuan bypassed Bernardo, he showed no intention of moving forward. Instead, he decisively and swiftly cut laterally into the middle lane.

Like a sharp blade tearing through the defenses, it instantly sliced ​​open the area where Brighton's right flank and central defenses met.

"Yan Yuan cut inside! He just drew a double team! And he took Bernardo and Propper with him! My God!" The commentator captured the crucial moment.

Yan Yuan plays a crucial role as a tactical magnet; he is not only on the offensive, but also drawing enemy fire.

He kept at least two Brighton defenders firmly by his side.

Just as Yan Yuan dribbled the ball inside, a large area on the left was suddenly exposed to the open.

Where is the ball right now?

The players, whose attention had already been drawn to Yan Yuan, didn't notice immediately that the ball had been quickly moved to the center, to the better-positioned Odegaard!

Without any hesitation, Odegaard delivered a precise pass that opened the floodgates.

The ball flew through the empty stadium and found Saka, who was unmarked on the left wing!

"The opportunity has come again!!! Saka!" the commentator shouted.

Young Saka was like a cheetah that had been freed.

Facing this hard-won vast grassland, Saka calmly unleashed a long pass.

He saw that Montoya, who was defending him, had only just realized what was happening and was frantically chasing back from a distance, with space right in front of him.

Saka did not dribble excessively.

He took two steps, dribbled the ball towards the inside, and just as he stepped onto the edge of the penalty area, he no longer hesitated.

With his supporting foot firmly planted on the grass, his body leaned to the side, and his right leg was suddenly released like a fully drawn bow!

"Boom!!!" A dull and loud explosion.

The ball transformed into a white lightning bolt, almost invisible to the naked eye, tearing through the air with a powerful downward arc, and plunged headfirst into the absolute top right corner of the goal, leaving all Brighton players and even goalkeeper Ryan in a stunned and dumbfounded state!

Brighton goalkeeper Ryan stood frozen in place, unable to make any effective saves.

"GOOOOOOAL!!! Saka!!! A world-class goal!!! An unparalleled world-class goal!!! Saka has scored his first brace in the Premier League!!! 4-0!!!" The commentator was speechless, only able to marvel.

"Arsenal are on fire! Saka's shot is just unbelievable! But this space was created by Yan Yuan drawing all the firepower! He's the unseen creator!"

Saka slid to his knees in a passionate gesture, pointing towards Yan Yuan and Erdegaard in the distance, who had created space for him, as a gesture of respect.

The suspense of the match had long since vanished.

In the 78th minute, Brighton capitalized on a free kick opportunity in the attacking third.

Gross's cross to the far post was headed out of the penalty area and landed right at the edge of the penalty arc.

Substitute midfielder March, who had been holding his breath since coming on, charged forward to meet the ball! Before the ball even hit the ground!

"Bang!!!"

March unleashed a powerful left-footed volley.

The ball, as if struck by a hammer, whistled towards the top left corner of the goal. The angle and power of the shot were both excellent, and the quality was superb; even Martin couldn't reach it.

The ball went into the net! 4-1!

March didn't celebrate much; he just ran back to the center circle with his head down, a small act of dignity belonging to Brighton.

In the final ten minutes, the game entered a pure "clocking out" rhythm.

Brighton's morale has collapsed, and their attack can only rely on simple and crude long balls to find Dzekeresh's height in the attacking third.

However, Dzekeres did not gain much advantage against the tall Pepe and the experienced Monreal.

What's even more impressive is...

During this period, Zhekeresh became increasingly engrossed in another "career," which was managing his hair.

Almost every touch of the ball failed, or was just a brief pause when the ball was not in play.

Zhekeresh's hands would unconsciously and frequently rise up, forcefully brushing back and to the sides the seemingly unruly blond hair on his forehead, sides of his ears, and back of his head.

Moreover, his movements became increasingly exaggerated, and he flipped his hair more and more frequently.

"Oh, okay, folks, Djerkreish is fiddling with his hair again! Looks like he's worried his hairstyle won't look perfect on camera... This was practically the most recognizable sight of Brighton in the second half!" the commentator joked humorously.

His partner couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"I wonder if he was showing off his hairstyle to his girlfriend or fans? Or was he worried about the quality of his conditioner? Perhaps this will become one of the new baffling behaviors in football."

Arsenal fans in the stands didn't hold back their laughter and whistles.

"Brighton has a striker with hair gel!!"

"Hey! Brighton's big guy, you've probably flipped your hair about 100 times this game!!"

"Brighton's hairdressers deserve a raise!!!"

At this moment, Brighton manager Hughton stood on the sidelines, his hands deeply tucked into his trench coat pockets, his face ashen.

His lips were pressed tightly together, almost forming a bloodless line from the effort.

He watched as Djekeresh, after failing to contest the top again, expertly and impatiently brushed back his proudly parted sideburns, and Hughton abruptly lowered his head, as if suppressing some kind of impulse.

He took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, his eyes were filled with a chilling coldness.

Hughton secretly vowed that once the winter transfer window opened, Dzekeresh must be loaned out!

He was absolutely convinced that this decision was the right one.

"Beep—beep—beep—!!!"

Three long final whistles sounded like the end of the workday.

4-1!

The scoreboard, frozen in time, reflected the sea of ​​red amidst the jubilation at the Emirates Stadium.

Just then, the melody of Christmas carols began to play over the stadium's loudspeakers.

The upbeat rhythm of "Jingle Bells" instantly ignited the entire stadium.

Yan Yuan became the MVP of the match again with 1 goal and 2 assists, and he was embraced tightly by his teammates who rushed up to him.

A classic long-range world-class goal, two deadly assists with absolute vision, and an invisible pull that led to Saka's goal.

Yan Yuan deserved the MVP award. He enjoyed the thunderous cheers of the "supercar" drivers, his smile as bright as the winter sun.

The Arsenal players were all smiles, relaxed and happy.

Wenger shook hands and patted each player on the shoulder as they left the field. When he walked over to Yan Yuan, his face radiated the composure of a victor and the satisfaction of a wise elder.

"This is absolutely the perfect Christmas present, son. Your running tore through their defenses, and your mind determined the direction of the attack." He gently patted Yan Yuan on the shoulder.

"You deserve the best rest during this three-day holiday."

"You too, Coach, by the way..."

On the way back to the locker room with Mr. Wenger, Yan Yuan suddenly remembered the professor's question about tea.

"I brought you the tea you mentioned last time. It was given to me by my partner. It's top-quality West Lake Longjing tea, one of the most famous teas in China. I'll bring it to you when I get back to the club."

"Oh...this...my goodness, thank you so much, Yan. When you get back, please thank your girlfriend for me. I saw your photo on the cover of a weekly magazine. She and you are a perfect match. You must bring her to visit the club sometime." Wenger smiled kindly.

"Of course, Coach, absolutely." Yan Yuan smiled and said okay.

Previously, when Yan Yuan helped Lin Jianwei move, he discovered that there were many high-quality teas produced locally in Hangzhou.

Mr. and Mrs. Lin are natives of Hangzhou and cannot live without tea.

They sent their daughter so much tea—pre-rain Longjing, Tieguanyin, Jiuqu Hongmei, Tianmu Qingding—all of them the most expensive premium teas.

Lin Jianwei couldn't finish the drink by herself, so she asked Yan Yuan to help her share.

Yan Yuan couldn't share too much of the burden, so he brought some tea for Mr. Wenger this time as well.

On the other side of the passage, Hughton had already strode into it, as if behind him was not a noisy football field, but a disaster scene that he needed to escape as soon as possible.

Arsenal players returned home with a resounding victory and a three-day holiday, perfectly clocking out of get off work.