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

During halftime, Professor Wenger emphasized defensive discipline and counter-attacking sharpness in the locker room.

Everyone knows that the second 45 minutes will be hellish.

The whistle blew again.

Barcelona, ​​like a lion enraged, unleashed their sharpest attacking tactics at the start of the second half.

After they kicked off, the ball was firmly held by the red and blue striped players, and a breathtaking half-court offensive and defensive drill began.

Messi dropped even deeper, like an elegant commander, each touch of the ball drawing the attention of Arsenal's entire defense.

Busquets and Rakitic firmly controlled the midfield pivot.

The ball moved smoothly and penetrated within the 30-meter zone of Arsenal's half.

"Barcelona has completely taken control of the game! They're attacking Arsenal's defense wave after wave! Wenger's team is completely pinned back in their own half!" The Spanish commentator's voice was filled with unquestionable excitement.

"This is the Barcelona we know and love! Arsenal's first-half lead was more like a fluke! They can definitely turn it around in the second half!!!"

Arsenal's penalty area is under siege.

In the 48th minute, Messi received a pass back from Suarez at the edge of the penalty area, faked a shot with his left foot, cut inside, created space, and unleashed a powerful shot!

The ball, with great force, flew straight into the top right corner of the goal!

Martin leaped up like a spring, forcefully lifting the ball over the crossbar with one hand.

A collective gasp of regret echoed through Camp Nou.

"Martin! What a brilliant save! His towering figure has protected Arsenal's goal!" the British commentator exclaimed excitedly.

The corner kick is taken, and Pique outmaneuvers Pepe.

A powerful headbutt! It's Martin again!

He reacted with lightning speed, pinning the ball firmly to his body on the goal line!

Martin shouted loudly to his teammates, directing the defensive line's positioning.

But Barcelona's offensive was like a never-ending wave.

Wenger stood on the sidelines, his brow furrowed.

Monreal seemed to struggle against Suarez.

In the 52nd minute, Suarez made a clever turn to get rid of Monreal, but his shot from a tight angle was blocked by Ashraf's leg!

Danger lurked everywhere!

"No, Monreal can't hold on any longer." Wenger made a decisive adjustment, replacing Monreal with Kolasinac.

"Wenger has made a substitution! Kolasinac comes on for Monreal! It seems he wants to strengthen the defense to deal with Barcelona's attacks from the right and Messi's frequent movements," the British commentator analyzed.

Kolasinac's introduction temporarily stabilized the defense, but Barcelona's possession rate had already reached an astonishing 75%.

Rodri and James Maddison fought tooth and nail in midfield, slowing down Barcelona's advance with a series of fierce and precise tackles.

Yan Yuan and Lacazette also dropped deep, with the two wingers almost becoming full-backs, assisting Achraf and Cancelo in defense.

Arsenal's formation was compressed into a flat shape, like a piece of stubborn iron being repeatedly hammered, bearing immense pressure.

Time passed by, second by second.

Barcelona's relentless attack seems to have no end.

However, under Martin's command, Pepe's toughness, and the defense of Yan Yuan, Cancelo, Hakimi, and others, Arsenal's defense still has counter-attacking opportunities.

Every successful clearance and every thrilling save added to the Barcelona fans' anxiety.

In the 58th minute, Messi attempted a long-range shot from the edge of the penalty area, which was blocked by Kolasinac.

The ball bounced to Martin, and the Argentine goalkeeper bent down and caught it firmly in his arms.

After getting up this time.

Instead of launching a long ball, Martin scanned the attacking third with sharp eyes, signaling to his teammates.

Then, with a sudden burst of strength in his arm, he threw the ball out like a shot put!

"Martin throws the ball in, Arsenal's counter-attack is finally coming!" The British commentator's voice suddenly rose.

The ball seemed to have eyes, flying precisely towards Madison near the center line.

The England midfielder controlled the ball with his chest, and facing Busquets' challenge, he calmly turned and passed the ball to Lacazette, who was making a high-speed run down the left flank.

Lacazette dribbles forward at high speed.

After drawing Lenglet's defense, he didn't try to score himself, but instead passed the ball across to Aubameyang in the middle to receive it.

"Aubameyang! Arsenal's counter-attack speed is too fast! They reached the edge of Barcelona's penalty area in just a few passes!" The Spanish commentator spoke at lightning speed.

Aubameyang received the ball at the edge of the penalty area, but Pique and Rakitic, who was chasing back, had already quickly closed in.

The Gabon striker was double-teamed.

He did not choose to force a shot, as that was neither his forte nor the best option at the moment.

Forcing a shot would only waste this precious opportunity for a counterattack.

Before the two closed the goal, Aubameyang demonstrated his football intelligence.

He calmly tapped the ball backward with the instep of his right foot, while simultaneously shifting his body sharply to the left, drawing the defender's attention for a second or two.

The ball "escaped".

"Aubameyang chose to pass back; he saw the right flank!" The Spanish commentator's voice carried a hint of foreboding.

The ball obediently rolled to the right.

There, Yan Yuan was cutting diagonally upwards at an astonishing speed!

He sprinted all the way from his own half of the field and arrived just in time!

"Strict, strict, strict!!!" The shouts of Arsenal fans at Camp Nou instantly erupted.

For a fleeting moment, the volume of shouts for Yan Yuan's name surpassed that of shouts for Messi's name.

Yan Yuan is Arsenal's hero right now.

The ball rolled toward Yan Yuan, but Barcelona's defense reacted extremely quickly!

Pique abandoned Aubameyang and, like a moving city wall, fiercely pounced on Yan Yuan!

Alba also rushed over from the flank and rear to provide high-speed cover!

The two formed a pincer movement, and it looked like they were about to block Yan Yuan and the ball together at the edge of the penalty area!

In the blink of an eye, Yan Yuan unleashed his genius-level imagination.

He did something that left everyone speechless!

This was a sudden, impromptu action on his part.

Faced with the rolling ball, Yan Yuan neither stopped the ball nor attempted to dribble past it.

His right foot moved like a serpent towards the ball, the inside of his foot moving with an extremely soft yet controlled motion.

Following the incoming ball, it gently "sucked" the rolling ball!

It didn't feel like touching a ball; it felt more like sticking together.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Yuan's right ankle and calf muscles tensed up instantly, forming a clever "clamp" with the help of the instep.

He firmly "clamped" the ball between his ankles!

"Wait, what... what is this move? What is Yan doing?!" The Spanish commentator's voice was filled with disbelief.

Pique had already rushed up to him, his massive body carrying enormous momentum, and he reached out to snatch it.

Just as Pique's toe was about to poke the ball,

Yan Yuan's right leg, which was holding the ball, dodged backward as if dancing.

This dodge allowed Pique to avoid being caught off guard.

Piqué and Yan Yuan had an old grudge, so he took the opportunity to stab Yan Yuan in the stomach.

Yan Yuan felt a pain coming from his stomach.

But he didn't have time to worry about that. Now was not the time to retaliate. He had to get through this first.

Yan Yuan stretched his ankle back, shielding the ball to a safe position behind him.

Then, his ankle loosened!

The ball landed naturally!

The ball bounced after landing.

Just as the ball bounced up, its height barely exceeding his ankle, at that very instant...

Yan Yuan's right foot, which had just loosened its grip, struck out with the speed of a whip!

He struck the upper middle part of the ball precisely and powerfully with the instep!

"Snap!"

A crisp sound of the ball being struck.

The ball suddenly shot upwards, tracing a low, flat parabola.

It landed right next to Pique, who was leaning forward after his overly aggressive tackle, and to Lenglet, who rushed forward to block but couldn't stop in time due to inertia.

The ball grazed the two of them and flew past them inexplicably!

"It...it actually went past them! My God!!! Yan Yuan beat Pique and Lenglet in a completely new way! I swear, I swear Yan Yuan has never used this dribbling technique before! It's so imaginative—clamping the ball with his ankle and then striking it with the instep!!" The British commentator's voice was hoarse with excitement. "This move...it's unheard of! How did Yan come up with such a dribbling technique?!"

The entire Camp Nou fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned by this unexpected scene, even the Barcelona players were momentarily stunned!

In that very breath, the ball was still flying through the air.

Yan Yuan has completed the transition of his movements!

Using his left foot as a pivot, his body swiftly completed a magnificent 180-degree turn, much like a spinning top.

When he was facing the goal.

The ball is falling from the sky, at exactly waist height!

This position is perfect for shooting!

After being beaten, Pique and Lenglet turned around in a panic to chase back, but it was too late.

Ter Stegen stood on the edge of the six-yard box. His view was briefly obstructed. When he saw the ball cross the defense and fall, and Yan Yuan had already turned and was facing the goal, Ter Stegen's heart sank!

Yan Yuan didn't even look at the goal.

As the ball fell, his left arm naturally extended forward, subtly blocking Pique's outstretched arm as he attempted a final intervention.

At the same time, Yan Yuan's body had fully relaxed.

His right leg was like a fully drawn bow, with his thigh leading his lower leg, and his lower leg leading his foot.

Then, the instant the ball reaches knee height, swing it forward and upward with a sudden thrust!

boom! ! !

It was a dull yet powerful explosion!

Yan Yuan's right instep struck the lower middle part of the ball squarely!

The ball didn't even spin; like a white lightning bolt tearing through the air, it hurtled towards the top of the goal with terrifying initial velocity and a straight, slightly upward trajectory!

Ter Stegen didn't even make any save attempt.

He subconsciously raised his head, his gaze following the white light, and then watched in despair as it slammed into the inside of the side netting in the upper left corner of the goal.

The net trembled violently, as if it could not withstand this thunderous blow!

0-2!

silence.

Camp Nou fell into a more thorough and longer silence than when Yan Yuan scored his first goal.

9 fans, along with the Barcelona players on the field, and even Yan Yuan's teammates.

They all seemed to be frozen in place.

They stared in disbelief at the figure standing proudly on the edge of the penalty area, and the still-trembling net in the goal behind him.

"Holy fxxking shit!!!!!!!!! Goooooooooallll!!!!!!!!!" Even the British commentator couldn't help but swear.

"Incredible! Unbelievable! A divine skill! Yan Yuan! He has once again scored a goal worthy of the Puskás Award!"

From controlling the ball to getting past defenders and then shooting, every move was full of imagination, creativity and unparalleled skill!

He toyed with Barcelona's entire defense! Ter Stegen was completely unprepared! The Camp Nou was conquered by Yan alone! Arsenal take the lead against Barcelona!