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

Every physical confrontation was accompanied by the dull thud of muscles colliding and grass clippings flying everywhere.

Lacazette was brought down by a vicious sliding tackle from behind by Rüdiger while breaking through on the wing.

Referee Atkinson only gave a verbal warning and did not issue a card, which sparked strong dissatisfaction from the Arsenal bench.

Yan Yuan is also in a predicament.

Azpilicueta stayed close, using his experience and toughness to push him towards the narrow area near the sideline.

Yan Yuan attempted to cut inside, but Azpilicueta's precise positioning, coupled with Christensen's constant support, made it difficult for him to comfortably receive the ball in dangerous areas.

Once, he managed to get past Azpilicueta using speed and feints, and just as he stepped into the edge of the penalty area, Jorginho, who came to cover, ruthlessly knocked him down from the side and behind.

Yan Yuan fell heavily onto the grass, and a chorus of boos erupted from Stamford Bridge, mocking him for "faking it."

The referee hesitated for a moment, then signaled no penalty and the game continued.

Yan Yuan then dusted off his clothes and got up again.

"Everyone hold your ground! Maintain formation!" Captain Ramsey's booming voice echoed through the midfield and backfield.

He kept directing his teammates' positioning, trying to stabilize the defense that had become somewhat scattered under Chelsea's relentless attacks.

He tried several times to find Yan Yuan or Aubameyang in the attacking third with precise long passes, but Chelsea's defense pressed forward as a whole, with a tight formation, and high balls were saved one by one by Rudiger and Christensen.

The first half drew to a close amid intense and close competition.

Every attack by both sides felt like trekking through thorns, their stamina rapidly depleting amidst the fast-paced offensive and defensive transitions and intense physical confrontations.

The score was still 1-1 at the end of the first half.

In the second half, both sides played more cautiously, but the intensity remained high.

The physical confrontation intensified, and the referee's whistle blew frequently.

Chelsea maintained possession, but Arsenal's defensive formation remained quite tight, and their counter-attacks were also very effective.

The rhythm of the game became somewhat fragmented due to declining physical fitness and frequent tactical fouls.

Arsenal's attack remained thwarted, and Yan Yuan dropped deeper, becoming more like a free agent in the attacking third, sometimes linking up play and sometimes attempting to create openings with individual breakthroughs.

On one occasion, he received the ball in the middle of the midfield and, facing a double challenge from Kanté and Kovacic, he used a series of changes of direction and a backflip to break through between them.

A gasp rippled through Stamford Bridge.

But just as he was about to start his charge towards the paint, Barkley, who was tracking back on defense, brought him down with a vicious tactical foul from the side.

The referee finally pulled out a yellow card.

Yan Yuan sat on the ground, his chest heaving, and looked up at the scoreboard at Stamford Bridge.

The 1-1 scoreline weighed heavily on every player's mind.

Both sides appeared somewhat exhausted; the intense confrontation had consumed too much energy, making each sprint exceptionally heavy.

Arsenal get a throw-in in their own half.

Rodri throws the ball to Madison, who has dropped back to receive it.

Under pressure from Jorginho, Maddison managed to pass the ball back to Ramsey, who was positioned further back.

The Welsh midfield maestro looked up to survey the attacking third, and time seemed to stand still the moment he did.

He saw it!

In the instant when Chelsea's defense relaxed slightly during the transition from defense to attack, and Giroud was unable to drop back in time, while Rudiger and Christensen were positioned somewhat aligned.

Yan Yuan was ready to provide backup.

Ramsey did not hesitate at all.

He adjusted his position, leaned back dramatically, and channeled all his strength into his right leg, unleashing a long pass that stretched over 40 meters!

The ball, like a cannonball, with intense spin and force far exceeding the norm, ripped through the noisy air of Stamford Bridge.

Flying towards the edge of Chelsea's penalty area!

"Ramsey! Long pass!" The commentator's voice suddenly rose, "This ball found Yan Yuan! But this pass... it's too powerful! It's a bit too far!"

Under the spotlight of everyone's attention, Yan Yuan launched the operation.

He sprinted towards the ball's landing point.

He was two body lengths faster than Rüdiger, who was chasing back!

But as the commentator said, Ramsey's long pass was powerful and landed a bit too deep.

The ball fell at an extremely high speed and its height exceeded Yan Yuan's comfort range.

In a flash, Yan Yuan made his judgment! He leaped slightly, straightening his chest!

"Bang!" A muffled sound.

The ball slammed into his chest, the force of which caused Yan Yuan's body to involuntarily lean back.

What's more troublesome is that, due to the ball's excessive force and strong spin, it wasn't perfectly controlled. Instead, it bounced high into the air, over his head, and continued flying backward!

Time seemed to stretch out at that moment.

Stamford Bridge, under the watchful eyes of thousands of fans on both sides.

Everyone's attention was focused on the ball that bounced up.

Its upward trajectory was somewhat erratic. After reaching its highest point, it began to fall, its position being just a step behind Yan Yuan, at a height of about a little above his head.

At this moment, Yan Yuan was facing away from the goal!

Rüdiger was aggressively ramming into us from the side, and Christensen was also running back at full speed to block him!

This should have been a completely out-of-control, harmless ball!

However, in the milliseconds that the ball began to fall, just as Rüdiger crashed in with a whoosh.

Yan Yuan with his back to the goal.

He made a reaction that sent everyone's souls leaving their bodies!

Yan Yuan did not attempt to turn around, nor did he try to stop the high ball in a conventional way.

He suddenly bent his knees to gather strength, his body like a spring compressed to its limit. Then, his waist burst out with amazing core power, driving his entire body.

Soaring into the air! Flipping backward!

It's not a barb!

It was an even more incredible goal, a signature goal that belonged only to Yan Yuan!

Yan Yuan's body stretched out in the air into a perfect backward somersault, and his gaze instantly reversed, capturing the ball that was falling to its ideal height.

The silhouette of the Stamford Bridge goal, Kepa's shocked face, the lower edge of the crossbar...

They all flashed by in his upside-down field of vision.

It's now!

At the moment when the body flips backward to its highest point, almost parallel to the ground.

Yan Yuan's right leg was like a battle axe imbued with immense power.

Using the terrifying kicking force generated by the backflip.

With the force of a thunderbolt, Yan Yuan slammed his right leg into the falling ball!

Yan Yuan leaped into the air, kicked his leg, and then landed on one knee.

"Bang!!!"

A loud bang, like a heavy hammer striking a drum, clearly echoed throughout the entire stadium!

The ball seemed to be imbued with destructive power the moment it made contact with Yan Yuan's instep, its speed and impact were terrifying.

It transformed into a white lightning bolt that was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.

It drew a bizarre arc in the air that defied the laws of physics, heading straight for the top right corner of the goal!

Kepa, a world-class goalkeeper, displayed exceptional reflexes at this moment.

The moment Yan Yuan flipped backward, he sensed an extremely dangerous aura. Kepa lunged to the upper right with all his might, his arms outstretched to their limit!

His fingertips seemed to brush against a bit of the rapidly spinning ball.

But this insignificant touch could not change the ball's determination to hurtle towards the dead end, which contained terrifying power and strange spinning.

The ball slammed into the upper inside corner where the crossbar and post met, making a loud "bang."

It then spun violently and bounced into the net.

The immense force even lifted the net high into the air.

After this shot went in.

Time seemed to have been sucked away, and sound was swallowed up.

The entire Stamford Bridge, tens of thousands of people, seemed to be frozen in place as if simultaneously under a spell.

The fervor on the faces of Chelsea fans, the tension of Arsenal fans, the anxiety of the coach on the sidelines, the players running...

All the movements and expressions were frozen in that one frame before the ball went into the net.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAALLL!!!!!"

The commentator's voice was like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years, erupting with the force of tearing apart his vocal cords.

This roar instantly ignited a silent powder keg.

"Yan Yuan!!!!" Taylor's voice was shrill and distorted with extreme excitement.

"My God! My God! What did I just see?! A sepak takraw-style backflip goal! Yan Yuan's Puskás goal in the Champions League group stage is back at Stamford Bridge!"

Just now, Ramsey's long pass was too powerful. Yan Yuan chested the ball down and bounced up, his back to the goal, and he had no chance at all...

But he created a miracle! A backflip! A volley! A cannonball! Kepa got a touch! But even God couldn't stop this goal! 2-1! Arsenal take the lead! A goal beyond imagination! I could watch this goal countless times and never get tired of it!

The silence at Stamford Bridge was shattered, replaced by a deafening roar from the away fans' stands.

A wave of red and white surged wildly, with flags waving like a forest.

Arsenal's bench was in complete chaos.

Professor Wenger could no longer remain calm. He suddenly clenched his fist, jumped up excitedly, and then incredulously clutched his head with both hands, his face a mixture of ecstasy and joy.

The gunmen on the field rushed towards the figure who had created the miracle like madmen.

Yan Yuan's backflip followed by his kneeling pose gave everyone the feeling of a superhero landing in an American TV show.

He quickly stood up, opened his arms and ran to the sidelines, welcoming the cheers of everyone!

His teammates pounced on him, piling him on top of each other.

Rodri excitedly imitated the bullfighter's movements, roaring towards the stands.

Monreal excitedly jumped onto Yan Yuan's back, while Aubameyang excitedly ruffled his hair.

Ramsey rushed over, pointing excitedly at Yan Yuan, as if shouting.

"Yan, my pass! Your goal! We did it! We did it!!"

The camera was fixed on Sarri on the sidelines.

The Italian's face was ashen, like a marble statue. He stared intently at the still-spinning ball inside the goal, as if he couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

A few seconds later, he suddenly turned around, kicked a water bottle off the bench next to him, splashing water everywhere, then put his hands on his hips and roared angrily at the air.

the fourth time!

Yan Yuan! It's Yan Yuan again!

That damn number 7!

Once again, in the most unbelievable way, he destroyed his tactics board!

Chelsea fans at Stamford Bridge slowly recovered from their shock and then erupted into a huge, emotionally charged uproar.

"Unbelievable...unbelievable..." the commentator muttered repeatedly, trying to calm himself down.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I recall the Puskás Award ceremony a few months ago, when that sepak takraw backflip goal first appeared on the big screen, and the gasps of fans around the world."

Tonight, in the crucial battle that will determine the course of the season, on the home court of their arch-rival, Yan Yuan! He replicated his miracle!

No! It even surpasses it! The power, angle, difficulty, and importance of this ball... it deserves all the praise!

To be honest, Chelsea's defense did its best in this match, but against such imagination, such physical control, and such shooting accuracy...

Chelsea were still powerless! This was a moment of genius, a hero's moment!

The game restarted amidst a frenzy of excitement, but time was running out.

After taking the lead, Yan Yuan dropped back more actively to participate in the defense, repeatedly thwarting Chelsea's attacks down the flanks.

His presence covered the entire right flank, demonstrating a dominant performance on both offense and defense.

In the final stages of the match, Chelsea had several set-piece opportunities, but they were all thwarted by Arsenal's tall defense.

Martin also made a crucial save, blocking Giroud's close-range header.

Four minutes of added time—a long and agonizing wait.

Chelsea fans at Stamford Bridge were still chanting, but their voices were now tinged with despair.

The away Arsenal fans chanted "We are top of the league!" their voices echoing through the sky.

"Beep—beep—beep—!!!"

Finally, the referee blew the final whistle three times to end the match.

Arsenal defeated Chelsea 2-1 away from home.

In the 18-19 season, Arsenal defeated Chelsea four times.

An unprecedented achievement!

When the final whistle blew, the Arsenal players hugged and celebrated wildly.

They rushed to the sidelines to share this historic victory with the away Gunners fans.

Yan Yuan was surrounded by his teammates in the center, raising his arms high to receive the fans' worship!

Sarri shook hands with Wenger with a helpless expression and left the field dejectedly.

Hazard stood with his hands on his hips, watching the celebrating Arsenal players with a complex expression.

Yan Yuan found Hazard in the crowd, and the two shook hands again.

Today, Yan Yuan doesn't plan to change his jersey because he promised a young fan on social media that he would give him the jersey after this game.

Then, Yan Yuan walked to the spot where the young fan was sitting on the sidelines, took off his jersey, and handed it to him.

"Yan, you're so cool!!! Quadra kill, we got a quadra kill, you're always so amazing!!" The little fan hugged his jersey and said to Yan Yuan with surprise.

"That's only a quadra kill. Believe me, there will be more opportunities in the future. Thank you for your support." After saying that, Yan Yuan bumped fists with the young fan and high-fived other nearby away fans before going back to celebrate with his teammates.

"Yan!!!! Keep it up!!!!" The young fan shouted loudly at Yan Yuan's retreating figure as he ran back to the field.