Fifteen minutes in the locker room felt like an eternity to everyone.

Wenger continued to emphasize discipline and focus in a calm tone.

"A one-goal lead is the most dangerous score. Forget the overall score, focus on every minute! Defend like a rock, counter-attack like lightning..."

In the away team's locker room, Tuchel was practically roaring, demanding that the players show more aggression and determination.

The second half began with the teams switching sides.

Paris launched an even more aggressive attack, attempting to seize the initiative and reverse their disadvantage.

The connection between Neymar and Mbappe is becoming more and more frequent, as they try to forcefully create a gap with their individual abilities.

In the 52nd minute, an unexpected event completely changed the course of the game.

Neymar received the ball on the left flank in Arsenal's half, facing close marking from Yan Yuan.

The Brazilian star attempted to break free with his signature dazzling dribbling, a quick stepover followed by a change of direction.

However, Yan Yuan's defense was exceptionally focused and tough, his footwork closely following, always maintaining a frontal position, and never backing down in physical confrontation.

Neymar is one of the core players in Paris' midfield. If Neymar is contained, Paris' attacking play will be disrupted.

In a reasonable collision that wasn't particularly intense and was purely for the sake of gaining position, Yan Yuan used his shoulder to hold Neymar back, trying to prevent him from turning around.

At the same time, he also tried to tackle Neymar to steal the ball from his feet.

Compared to other players defending Neymar, Yan Yuan's defensive actions were much more civilized. He didn't bump into him from behind, nor did he use any underhanded tactics that implied violence.

Yan Yuan's sheer physical toughness is enough to give Neymar a run for his money.

Neymar lost a bit of his balance in the ongoing confrontation with Yan Yuan.

Just as Neymar was about to dribble and pass the ball out.

His left ankle landed on a small patch of uneven grass.

"what!"

With a muffled groan of pain, Neymar collapsed to the ground, clutching his left ankle tightly with both hands, his face contorted in agony!

The referee immediately blew his whistle to stop the game.

Yan Yuan is the player closest to Neymar.

His first reaction wasn't to celebrate the successful defense, but to immediately crouch down and ask with concern.

"Neymar! How are you? Are you alright?" His expression was full of concern, but without a trace of malice.

The intensity of this confrontation was definitely within the normal range.

Moreover, it was very clean; Neymar's injury was purely accidental.

His Paris teammates, Mbappe, Verratti, and Thiago Silva, quickly gathered around, and the atmosphere instantly became tense and solemn.

The team doctor quickly ran onto the field.

The camera was focused intently on Neymar, who had fallen to the ground, and the players surrounding him.

Yan Yuan did not leave immediately. He remained squatting to the side, his brows furrowed, watching the team doctor conduct the examination.

This scene was captured clearly by cameras broadcasting live worldwide.

"Neymar looks quite badly injured... Yan Yuan rushed over to check on him immediately, which was a heartwarming detail. Yan Yuan and Neymar have interacted quite a bit at previous events, and they seem to have a good relationship," the commentator remarked.

"Although they are opponents on the field, the care and concern between the players reflects the spirit of sports."

Moreover, as we all know, Yan Yuan came from the Paris youth academy. Although he has left, he still has a good personal relationship with some players in the PSG team. His personal charm is well-received wherever he goes.

After brief treatment, Neymar was diagnosed with a sprain and was unable to continue the match.

With the help of the team doctor and staff, he limped toward the sidelines, each step appearing extremely difficult.

Tuchel was extremely anxious on the sidelines, his face looking grim. His protégé's injury was undoubtedly a heavy blow to him.

He reluctantly substituted Neymar with Draxler.

The departure of the key player in the attacking third was like removing the spine and soul of Paris's attack.

Their offensive remains fierce, but they have lost their most incisive creativity and their most lethal passing imagination.

The momentum on the field had irreversibly and completely shifted in Arsenal's favor.

Without Neymar, Paris Saint-Germain seemed to have lost its way, while Arsenal seized the opportunity to firmly control the midfield.

No longer content with defensive counter-attacks, they began a sustained siege of the heart of Paris.

In the 68th minute, Arsenal's patient passing finally paid off once again.

The ball was quickly passed from the right flank to the center and then to the left flank, eventually reaching the feet of left-back Cancelo.

Instead of launching a high cross as usual, he calmly observed the situation in front of the penalty area.

He saw the young Saka roaming around the edge of the penalty area in PSG's half, temporarily unmarked.

Without hesitation, Cancelo took a step forward and delivered a precise 45-degree diagonal pass with his right foot, bypassing the defender's head!

The ball spun, soaring over the numerous figures in the penalty area, and fell towards the vicinity of the penalty spot!

Saka understood immediately and sped to the right, heading towards that location.

He judged the landing point and did not choose to stop the ball.

Instead, he swung his right foot and unleashed a powerful shot just as the ball bounced off the ground and was about to fall!

"Bang!!!"

A dull yet explosive bang.

The ball, like a cannonball, flew with almost no spin, hurtling towards the top right corner of the goal at astonishing speed.

Areola made a desperate dive to the side, but it was too late!

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!! Saka!!! A world-class goal! A stunning volley! Arsenal have extended their lead! 4-1 on aggregate! Paris Saint-Germain are probably doomed!" The commentator's voice was hoarse with extreme excitement.

Evilsakar excitedly slid on his knees in celebration, and his teammates rushed over and tackled him to the ground.

"That shot was awesome, Bukayo!" Yan Yuan patted Saka's chest.

Wenger applauded his players' brilliant performance from the sidelines, a pleased smile on his face.

This goal virtually killed all suspense.

After conceding two goals and falling behind by three on aggregate, the Paris Saint-Germain players completely lost their composure.

They pressed forward aggressively, leaving huge gaps in their defense. And this is exactly the kind of tempo Arsenal excels at.

In the 75th minute, Paris's attack was cleared by Kolasinac's header, Rodri got the second ball and quickly passed it to Ashraf, who was making a high-speed run down the right flank.

"Counter-attack! Arsenal's counter-attack is here! Achraf! He's too fast!" the commentator shouted.

Ashraf surged forward like lightning down the right flank.

He used his superior speed to outpace Kurzawa, who was trying to track back, and dribbled the ball straight towards the byline.

Mbappe was equally active in tracking back, and he was about to catch up with Hakimi.

At this moment, Yan Yuan had already run towards the center and raised his hand to ask for the ball.

"Hakimi! Forget Mbappe! Pass the ball directly!"

Yan Yuan's running route was unpredictable and deadly, heading straight for the heart of the Paris penalty area!

The two understood each other.

Achraf, near the byline, did not choose to send a high cross, but instead delivered a very fast, low, triangular back pass!

The ball crossed the penalty area and rolled towards the penalty spot.

Yan Yuan arrived in a flash, and Paris center-back Kimpembe, in a desperate move, made a frantic sliding tackle to try and block the shot!

In the critical moment, Yan Yuan demonstrated his top-notch ball control and composure.

He met the ball, feigning a direct shot with his right foot, but just before touching the ball, he made a Neymar-esque dribble, pulled the ball back with his right foot, and then, halfway back, added a perfect backheel with his right foot.

This extremely subtle change in rhythm came very quickly.

Kimpembe, who was going all out with his shovel, was completely fooled.

His body weight shifted like a sandbag being emptied, and he completely lost control, slipping and falling to the ground in a sorry state. He could only watch helplessly as Yan Yuan calmly adjusted himself!

After knocking Kim Pengbei down, Yan Yuan found himself in an open area.

Without any hesitation, he braced his body with his left foot to maintain his balance, aimed the instep of his right foot at the goal, and unleashed an incredibly precise shot!

The ball hugged the grass, as if calculated precisely, bypassing all the defenders and the desperate Areola, and entered the Paris Saint-Germain goal for the third time!

3-0! Final score 5-1!

"Goal again!!! Yan Yuan!!! He's sealed the victory! A perfect individual performance! A calm dribble, a precise shot! He has completely destroyed Paris Saint-Germain! Kimpembe was completely outmaneuvered by him! The game is over! The suspense has been completely killed!" The commentator stood up.

After scoring, Yan Yuan did not celebrate excessively. He simply opened his arms, smiled, and accepted the thunderous adoration from the fans.

His teammates swarmed around him again, surrounding him completely.

The rest of the time was completely wasted.

Arsenal maintained control of possession and ran down the clock, while Paris Saint-Germain players looked dazed and lacked fighting spirit.

When the referee blew the final whistle, the Emirates Stadium turned into a sea of ​​red with joy.

Arsenal players on the bench rushed onto the field, hugging, jumping, and roaring.

They accomplished what seemed like an impossible task, defeating Paris Saint-Germain twice and advancing strongly into the Champions League quarterfinals!

Yan Yuan remained the brightest star of the match, contributing one assist and one goal, dominating the attack, and actively participating in the defense throughout the game.

His face was a mixture of sweat, extreme exhaustion, and immense joy as he hugged and celebrated with each of his teammates.

Amid the celebrations, he spotted Mbappe looking dejected not far away.

Yan Yuan took the initiative to walk over and extended his hand.

Mbappe paused for a moment, then reached out and shook his hand.

"You played very well, Kylian. Let's compete again next time," Yan Yuan said in French, his tone sincere.

Mbappe forced a smile and nodded.

"Congratulations, you played a great game."

This conversation between the two future superstars was filled with respect.

The camera lingered on Yan Yuan for a long time.

That night, he not only led the team to victory with goals and assists, but also won the respect of the entire stadium with his sportsmanship and care for his opponents.

The Chieftain's Battery roared, announcing the Gunners' official return to the top European stage!

The road to glory shines brightly beneath their feet.

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