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

West End, London.

Today, the world-renowned London derby features Arsenal playing away against Chelsea.

In the stands, the dark blue flags were still waving, but the shouts were mixed with an undisguised anxiety and unease.

There is no other reason.

Arsenal are back.

With the formidable reputation of having defeated Chelsea three times this season, the proud posture of the league leaders, and the 18-year-old red and white "supercar" Yan Yuan who makes the entire Premier League tremble.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Stamford Bridge! You are watching the 29th round of the Premier League, with Chelsea hosting Arsenal!" The commentator's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"This is the fourth time the two sides have met this season! Arsenal have achieved an incredible triple victory in the previous three encounters!"

Arsenal won 4-0 at home in the league and also won both home and away games in the League Cup semi-final!

Chelsea, this long-established London powerhouse, this opponent that once gave Arsenal a headache, has now become Arsenal's most familiar sacrifice!

Can Sarri's team defend their honor at home tonight? Or will Arsenal complete an unprecedented four-game sweep of their city rivals this season? The suspense is about to be revealed!

During the pre-match warm-up, Yan Yuan's gaze calmly swept over the familiar grass of Stamford Bridge.

He saw the unwillingness in Hazard's eyes, the determination on Kanté's face, and the complex looks he received from some fans in the stands.

There was anger, and there was fear.

He took a deep breath and stretched his ankle.

Quadra kill? Why not?

For the professor, for Arsenal, this victory is a must!

"Beep—!"

The referee blew his whistle, and the match began!

Arsenal kick off.

Without the slightest hesitation, Rodri launched the ball at his feet like a precisely calculated missile, tracing a low and rapid trajectory, instantly leaping across half the field, its target straight for Chelsea's heart of the pitch.

Yan Yuan had already started the attack the instant the whistle sounded.

He didn't sprint in a straight line, but instead keenly seized the fleeting gap in Chelsea's defense and made a high-speed diagonal incursion into the vacuum between Azpilicueta and Rudiger!

He ran wildly, raising his arms as he went.

He pointed forcefully at the open space on the right side of Chelsea's penalty area.

The voice echoed across the stadium, shouting, "Run!"

Aubameyang understood perfectly; the chemistry between top strikers exploded at that moment.

With astonishing explosive power, he shook off Christensen, who hesitated slightly in front of him, and thrust straight into the vital area that Yan Yuan's finger was pointing at.

Rodri's long passes are always precise and incredibly accurate, with pinpoint landing points.

Yan Yuan made a precise prediction while sprinting at high speed, and cleverly flicked the ball outward with the outside of his left foot!

The ball seemed to have been given a soul, obediently changing direction and rolling perfectly in front of Aubameyang's sprint path.

Kepa's figure rushing out of the goal instantly magnified in Aubameyang's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Arsenal's sharp striker acted decisively, calmly slotting the ball home with the instep of his right foot!

The ball leaped lightly, gracefully gliding over Kepa's desperately outstretched fingertips, and with an irreversible resolve, fell into the bottom corner of the goal behind him.

"GOOOOOOOOOOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!" The commentator's roar exploded in the silence.

"Just 16 seconds after kickoff! 16 seconds! A dream start! Rodri's precise long pass, Yan Yuan's ghostly run and brilliant assist, Aubameyang's decisive strike! Arsenal break the deadlock at Stamford Bridge! 1-0! The prelude to a four-kill run against Chelsea, did it come so quickly?!"

Yan Yuan and Aubameyang rushed towards the corner flag area to celebrate, their faces burning with the same excitement.

As the coach stepped up, Wenger clenched his fist and swung it forcefully in the air, his face filled with barely suppressed excitement.

The lightning-fast goal conceded was absolutely devastating for Chelsea.

However, the Blues' pent-up desire for revenge was not extinguished, but instead ignited completely, transforming into an even more turbulent and ferocious offensive wave.

Hazard, the heart and soul of Chelsea's attack.

He began to dance gracefully in the narrow space on the left flank, his feet skillfully maneuvering the ball.

Achraf used his youthful speed and explosiveness to keep him on his toes, but the Belgian's rhythm was unpredictable. With a light croquet move, he feigned an inward cut before suddenly accelerating to the outside.

Ashraf's center of gravity was slightly shifted, and in that tiny gap, Hazard slipped through like an eel and cut into the baseline!

The low, rapid cross, skimming the grass like a viper's tongue, pierced straight into Arsenal's six-yard box!

Near the penalty spot, Giroud's solid body firmly pinned Pepe down.

He leaned against Pepe, and just as the ball was about to roll, he deftly flicked his left heel backward as if it had eyes.

This was an imaginative "scorpion kick" pass.

The ball changed direction mysteriously, rolling diagonally towards the far post of the six-yard box.

At this critical moment, Monreal made a fatal mistake.

The experienced Monreal, facing Jorginho's seemingly harmless run forward, instinctively stretched out his left foot to try and intercept the pass.

But it was too late.

His toes barely grazed the edge of the ball, failing to clear it and instead altering its trajectory, causing it to deflect strangely into the most dangerous gap in the center of the penalty area.

Hazard arrived just in time! He didn't stop after the cross, but cleverly cut into the penalty area and caught the ball as it changed direction.

Unmarked and in the blink of an eye, Hazard made no adjustments and pushed off with the instep of his left foot!

The ball went into the net with a thud!

Martin didn't even have time to make an effective save.

"AZAAAAAAAAAR!!!" The Chelsea commentator roared wildly, and Stamford Bridge was instantly ignited! The blue volcano, which had been suppressed for more than ten minutes, erupted violently, and the huge sound wave almost lifted the roof off.

"1-1! Chelsea equalize! Hazard! The heart of the Blues! He never gives up! A sharp breakthrough and cross, Giroud's brilliant backheel flick, Monreal's unfortunate own goal assist! Hazard's keen touch! The flames at Stamford Bridge are burning again!"

Monreal stood frozen in place, his hands covering his head, his face filled with regret and disbelief.

Yan Yuan ran over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Cheer up, this is just the beginning, we still have a chance."

Martin retrieved the ball from the net and kicked it long towards the center circle, dispelling the gloom of conceding a goal with his action.

After equalizing, Chelsea's momentum was unstoppable.

Their midfield battles became increasingly fierce.

Kante's omnipresent sweeping covered the entire area around the center circle, each interception as precise as a surgical scalpel, cutting through Arsenal's attempts to organize ground passes.

Jorginho, meanwhile, orchestrated the attack, his precise, centimeter-level passes repeatedly tearing apart Arsenal's defensive line.

Arsenal's key to success, rapid ground attacks, has been severely hampered.

Odegaard was under immense pressure in the midfield, with Barkley and Kovacic acting like two mobile fortresses, taking turns pressing him closely.

He tried to break free several times, but was pushed aside by fierce resistance.

Rodri and Maddison had to drop deeper to receive the ball, and Arsenal's attacking formation was flattened, leaving Yan Yuan and Lacazette isolated in the front.

The match devolved into a fierce hand-to-hand combat.