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

The soundproofing in the Stamford Bridge locker room is indeed quite good.

Even so, it couldn't stop the overwhelming cheers for the Blues from the stands, like a surging tide.

The fifteen-minute halftime break.

For the away team's locker room, it's a time to catch their breath, to adjust, and a brief moment of calm before an even bigger storm.

Wenger stood in front of the tactics board, speaking slowly but with every word carrying immense weight.

"Guys, taking a one-goal lead away from home is an advantage, but also a target." His gaze swept over each player.

"Chelsea will come out in full force; what we need is nerves of steel and discipline even tougher than steel. Defense is no longer just the responsibility of the back line; it's the first line of defense, starting from the forward line!"

"Yan, your support on the right flank is crucial. Pepe, Monreal, you are the cornerstones. Ramsey, Rodri, protect the edge of the penalty area and don't give Jorginho and Kovacic any more easy chances to shoot."

Yan Yuan wiped the sweat and rain from his face with a towel, his eyes sharp, and nodded heavily.

The other teammates nodded in agreement, and each drank water and ate bananas to replenish their energy.

In the locker room on the other side, Sarri's voice was accompanied by intense Italian gestures, clearly indicating his extreme dissatisfaction with the team's dominance in the first half, which resulted in a decisive defeat instead of a goal.

After the whistle blew to start the second half.

Hazard and Willian switched positions more frequently.

Giroud slammed into Arsenal's penalty area like a heavy battering ram.

A long pass and cross, a strong breakthrough on the wing, a long-range shot from outside the penalty area...

The blue waves surged one after another, as if trying to completely devour that stubborn red.

Arsenal's defense was like a rock in a storm, enduring one fierce blow after another.

Pepe after a fierce collision with Giroud.

Blood even seeped from his forehead, but he simply wiped it away casually and continued fighting with a fierce look in his eyes.

The monk is still the same monk he was back then.

Monreal, on the other hand, repeatedly kept the crosses out of the net with precise positioning and anticipation.

Martin made numerous saves, directing the defense.

In the 55th minute, Kante, the man who could cover the entire earth, received a pass from Rüdiger in the heart of midfield.

He habitually shielded the ball and turned to find a passing spot.

Kante's ball control is world-class, which usually means safety for Chelsea.

But this time, the moment he received the ball, he felt an unusual pressure coming from his side and behind!

It wasn't a reckless collision, but a powerful and aggressive close-quarters pressure!

Yan Yuan chased all the way back from the forward position to this spot!

Instead of blindly lunging for the ball, he used his body to stick close to Kanté, using his powerful core strength and impact to fight back!

The two men, their muscles clashing against each other, made a dull thud on the slippery grass.

Kanté clearly hadn't expected Yan Yuan's defense to be so aggressive and tough.

Under Yan Yuan's continuous and skillful close interference, the rhythm he had been adjusting his footwork became slightly disrupted.

It's just a fraction of a second of gap.

Yan Yuan keenly seized the opportunity.

Using his explosive power, he took a step forward with his right leg, shifting his body weight forward at the same time. His right toe, like a precise scalpel, swiftly and accurately pierced the gap between Kanté's legs where he was controlling the ball.

Because of his height and build, he was much taller and bigger than Kanté, and when he kicked out, he used his arm to protect him, which was very effective.

"Snapped!"

The ball was poked away by Yan Yuan's toe, escaping Kanté's control.

"Yan!!!!" The commentator's voice was instantly filled with disbelief and horror. "He stole the ball from Kanté's feet! My God! He actually managed to steal it from Kanté! What a strong physical confrontation! What precise timing! It's like snatching food from a tiger's mouth!"

Yan Yuan made the steal without hesitation.

He casually pushed the ball forward, revealing a wide-open space in front of him.

Chelsea's defense appeared somewhat loose due to their pressing forward.

Take the kick now!

It was about 28 yards from the goal.

Yan Yuan swung his right leg, his body like a fully drawn bow, and unleashed a powerful long-range shot!

"Bang!!"

The ball, like a cannonball, tore through the rain and hurtled towards the top right corner of the goal with a whistling sound!

The ball was incredibly fast.

Kepa once again demonstrated the reflexes of a world-class goalkeeper on the goal line.

He almost instinctively lunged to the side, stretching his palm to its limit.

"Bang!" The fingertip barely grazed the ball.

That tiny touch changed the ball's trajectory by a mere millimeter!

The ball slammed into the junction of the crossbeam and the post with a deafening thud, then bounced out of bounds!

"God!!!" The entire Stamford Bridge erupted in a huge gasp of relief, mixed with sighs of regret.

"A brilliant tackle! An even more brilliant long-range shot! Just a hair's breadth away! Kepa has done it! He denied Yan Yuan's goal! But Yan Yuan's long-range shot was of extremely high quality! The power and angle were impeccable! He single-handedly turned Chelsea's defense upside down!" the commentator exclaimed.

Yan Yuan looked up at the sky, raindrops hitting his face.

He casually shook the rain off his head, his face showing little annoyance, only a slight regret, before immediately getting back into his defensive position.

"That kick should have been a bit stronger..." he muttered to himself.

Although this attack did not result in a goal, it greatly boosted the Gunners' morale and served as a bucket of cold water on Chelsea's frantic attack.

Time ticked by, and the score remained 1-0.

The mentality of Chelsea players is beginning to change.

The anxiety of being unable to break through for so long clung to their hearts like vines.

Mistakes often arise in this kind of anxiety.

In the 72nd minute, Azpilicueta, Chelsea's legendary captain, received the ball on the right flank of the backfield near the touchline.

Saka immediately followed closely, harassing and pressing the opponent.

Azpilicueta attempted to control the ball, turn, and find a passing option.

Just then, Yan Yuan, who had been lurking nearby, suddenly sprang into action, like a shark that had smelled blood.

He approached at high speed from the side and front, forming a brief double-team with Saka against Azpilicueta!

Under pressure, Azpilicueta made fatal hesitations and mistakes in his handling of the situation.

He could have chosen to clear the ball with a long kick or to pass it back to the goalkeeper with difficulty.

However, he opted for a weak ground pass, intending to pass to Jorginho, who had dropped back to receive the pass in the middle.

The ball rolled limply toward the open space in the middle, where there was no blue figure.

Only one black lightning bolt.

That was the reassuring Gabon striker Aubameyang, whose acceleration was on full display at that moment!

He was like a heavy truck tearing through the defense, intercepting the ball before any of the Chelsea defenders could react!

A one-on-one! A complete one-on-one! Facing Kepa head-on!

"Azpilicueta, a huge mistake! A massive mistake!" the commentator exclaimed in shock. "Aubameyang's chance!!!"

Aubameyang dribbled into the penalty area, his composure breathtaking.

Kepa once again rushed out of his goal, trying to narrow the angle.

Aubameyang gave him no chance.

Observing Kepa's movements while running, he gently pushed with the arch of his right foot.

A precise low shot, the ball slid past Kepa's outstretched foot and rolled straight into the far corner of the goal!

0-2!

"GOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLL!!! Aubameyang!!! A fatal and enormous punishment! Azpilicueta has committed an unforgivable mistake!"

Aubameyang will not miss such a New Year's gift! Calm and efficient! Arsenal are two goals ahead away from home! They have an incredible two-goal lead at Stamford Bridge! They have one foot in the final at Wembley! The commentary box erupted in cheers.

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

All the Arsenal players, including goalkeeper Martin, rushed across the field to hug him.

Yan Yuan laughed and jumped onto Aubameyang's back. This goal almost killed all suspense in the game.

Sarri stood on the sidelines, angrily waving his hands, his face ashen.

Azpilicueta held his head in his hands, staring incredulously at his own goal, his eyes filled with regret and despair.

Trailing by two goals, Chelsea's attack descended into a frenzy, even somewhat reckless, state.

They pressed forward with all their players, Giroud constantly contesting headers in the penalty area, while Hazard and Willian took turns unleashing long-range shots from outside the box.

Arsenal, united as one, retreated to the front lines and formed an impenetrable defensive wall.

Yan Yuan transformed into a defender, repeatedly dropping back to the edge of the penalty area, and even once headed a cross over Giroud's head out of bounds.

Pepe and Monreal acted like two guardian deities, defusing crises time and time again.

Martin made several crucial saves, keeping the goal intact.

Even Lacazette and Odegaard frequently tracked back to the edge of their own penalty area.

With eight minutes remaining in the game, Chelsea's offensive pressure gradually weakened due to fatigue and impatience.

Arsenal then began to exploit Yan Yuan's weakness to launch a counterattack and waste time.

In the 88th minute, Yan Yuan received a clearance ball in the backfield.

Facing Kanté's pressing, he didn't pass the ball, but instead gently poked it and used his superior speed to beat him.

They began a long run down the right flank of midfield!

"How does he still have energy?! Yan's running distance in this game has reached 12.4 kilometers!!! There are less than two minutes left in the game, can anyone tell me why he still has energy?!" The commentator stood up and shouted.

The sports car sped across the grass of Stamford Bridge.

Chelsea players chased back desperately, but could only watch helplessly as his figure receded into the distance.

Unfortunately, Chelsea's defense held strong until the final whistle, and Yan Yuan was brought down by a tactical foul from Luiz just outside the penalty area.

"Beep—beep—beep—!!!"

Stamford Bridge fell into a deathly silence when the referee blew the final whistle three times.

Only in that small red corner did a deafening, ecstatic shout erupt.

The commentator gave the final review.

"Match over!!! Arsenal! Arsenal have secured a resounding 2-0 victory over Chelsea away from home! An extremely hard-fought yet incredibly brilliant win! Yan Yuan's world-class goal was breathtaking! Aubameyang capitalized on a fatal mistake!"

Arsenal's entire team stood united! They deserved this victory! Wenger's team held an absolute, almost irreversible advantage in the League Cup semi-final!

Arsenal players embraced each other wildly.

Yan Yuan was the first to rush towards Ashraf, who had made a last-ditch save on the goal line. The two hugged tightly and patted each other's backs forcefully.

All the pressure and fatigue transformed into boundless ecstasy at this moment.

Wenger high-fived each of his assistants and substitutes on the sidelines, a relieved and contented smile finally appearing on his face.

His tactics and his players provided the perfect response.

Arsenal have firmly grasped the initiative in advancing, and the road to Wembley Stadium is largely illuminated.