Why did Ter Stegen not react at all just now?

Because of what Te Shi said earlier, he didn't believe deep down that Yan Yuan could shoot while being defended by two people at the same time.

Following the goalkeeper's habitual thinking.

He subconsciously felt that clearing the ball or passing it was the best option when he handled the ball earlier.

After all, they were already defended so well by two players that even if they did shoot, it would be a very low-quality shot.

Unfortunately, Te Shi is not Yan Yuan, and Yan Yuan is not Te Shi.

After the commentators went wild, the Arsenal players went wild too!

They rushed in from all corners of the field and tackled Yan Yuan to the ground.

He started playing human pyramid with Yan Yuan.

Aubameyang responded to the Barcelona fans with a furious roar and a pounding of his chest.

Odegaard waved his fist excitedly, and even the usually composed Rodri roared to the sky in excitement!

Professor Wenger stood on the sidelines, his hands covering his head, his face filled with shock and ecstasy. The players and staff on the bench all rushed out.

After the deathly silence, Camp Nou erupted in a deafening roar, a cacophony of gasps, disbelief, and furious anger at the humiliation.

The sound was no longer the orderly insults at the beginning, but a chaotic, disordered roar.

Yan Yuan's goal was like a resounding slap in the face to every Barcelona fan!

An out-of-control volcano.

Trailing by two goals, especially after Yan Yuan scored the second goal in such an unbelievable way, the Barcelona players completely lost their composure.

Their movements became rough, and their eyes were filled with anxiety and hostility.

Especially Barcelona's defense.

Messi tried to control the tempo, but his teammates had already lost their composure.

In the 68th minute, Arsenal intercepted the ball in their own half. Maddison received the ball near the center circle and spotted Yan Yuan making a run down the right flank, delivering a precise through ball.

"Madison through ball! Find Yan Yuan!" the British commentator shouted.

Yan Yuan received the ball on the right side of the center line.

He had a wide open space in front of him. Without any hesitation, he pushed the ball forward, instantly accelerating to the maximum speed, and surged forward along the wing!

"Yan Yuan! He's picking up speed! He's still planning to overpower us!" The Spanish commentator's voice was tense.

Alba tried desperately to catch up, but Yan Yuan had already taken the lead by a body length thanks to his early start.

Just as a one-on-one situation was about to be formed, a tall figure rushed in at high speed from the side and rear.

Pique is here.

As the last defender, Pique had no choice!

Pique's eyes were fierce as he sprinted forward, leaping into the air the instant he approached Yan Yuan.

This time, Pique's right foot showed off its gleaming studs!

This was an extremely dangerous flying tackle aimed directly at Yan Yuan's supporting ankle.

The goal wasn't to steal the ball, but to injure someone!

Pique intends to settle old scores with Yan Yuan from the UEFA Nations League.

Let's also settle the scores from this match!

Even if I get a red card, I'll still cripple you.

"Pique makes a flying tackle on Yan Yuan! You can see from the camera that Pique has his studs showing, this is definitely a red card move!!!" the British commentator exclaimed, his voice filled with worry for Yan Yuan.

Yan Yuan seemed to have been prepared.

This is the opportunity he's been waiting for.

As Pique launched a flying tackle, Yan Yuan made a subtle adjustment in mid-air as he jumped to dodge Pique's attack!

When his supporting foot landed, it appeared to be for balance, but in reality, it was precisely with tremendous inertia.

He stomped hard on Pique's outstretched right ankle!

Yan Yuan didn't hold back at all when he stepped on him.

How harshly Barcelona fans criticized him.

Yan Yuan stomped on it as hard as he could.

"ah!!!!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream instantly pierced the sky above Camp Nou.

Pique clutched his right ankle, rolling and howling in pain on the grass, his face contorted, large beads of sweat instantly covering his forehead.

Yan Yuan, after completing the stomping action.

He himself carried a huge inertia, and he staggered several steps in an exaggerated manner before finally falling heavily to the ground!

It even rolled several times.

Yan Yuan was also clutching his calf, rolling around on the grass, his face filled with "pain"!

"Ahhhhhhh!!!! My legs hurt so much!!!!" Yan Yuan shouted loudly, his voice more heartbreaking than tears.

He was curled up.

And then, a strange scene unfolded.

Both Piqué and Yan Yuan collapsed to the ground, crying out in agony, each one more pitiful than the other.

Yan Yuan had been eavesdropping on Pike's shouts. If Pike raised his voice, Yan Yuan would raise his voice as well.

This is going to be interesting.

Players from both sides surged toward the scene like a tidal wave.

Achraf was the first to rush over, angrily shoving the Barcelona players who tried to approach Yan Yuan!

Aubameyang, Rodri, and others quickly shielded Yan Yuan behind them!

Busquets and Suarez surrounded the agonizing Pique, angrily protesting to the referee.

A deafening chorus of boos and curses erupted at Camp Nou, all aimed at Yan Yuan!

"Clash! A serious clash has broken out between Arsenal and Barcelona!" the Chinese commentator's voice was urgent.

"Pique just made a very dangerous flying tackle! But when Yan Yuan dodged, it seems... he stepped on Pique's ankle? Both of them fell down! Pique was stepped on, and Yan Yuan fell after being tackled; both of them look to be in a lot of pain!"

The referee blew his whistle sharply, separating the two teams of players who were agitated.

He first ran to Pique's side to check on him, and found that Pique's ankle was obviously swollen and broken, and he was in great pain.

The team doctor quickly entered the field.

The referee walked over to Yan Yuan again. With the help of the team doctor, Yan Yuan managed to stand up, clutching his leg, his expression still "painful".

Yan Yuan's teammates were all concerned about whether he was alright, and even the assistant coach came over to ask him.

Yan Yuan gestured to them with his eyes that everything was alright, and told them not to speak for the time being.

We'll talk about it after the referee's decision.

The referee signaled for both sides to calm down, then quickly ran to the VAR monitor on the sidelines.

The air at Camp Nou froze.

Everyone held their breath, awaiting the final verdict.

The VAR replay clearly shows:

Slow motion 1: Pique sprints at high speed, showing his studs, and makes a flying tackle on Yan Yuan's supporting ankle. This is an action that is undoubtedly a red card offense.

Slow motion 2: Yan Yuan jumps to dodge, but at the moment of landing, his left foot makes a clear downward stomping motion, landing precisely on Pique's ankle.

Slow motion 3: Pique's ankle deforms instantly under the stomp, and Yan Yuan also stumbles and falls down because he accidentally stepped on Pique's ankle.

This foul is like two cars on a highway.

The car behind tried to cut off the car in front, but the car in front seemed to be more forceful.

The car behind failed to cut off the car in front and was hit by the car in front, suffering significant damage and being totaled on the spot.

The car in front only had a slightly dirty front.

In this situation, the traffic police will still find the vehicle behind fully responsible.

Even if your car is smashed to pieces by the car in front of you, the car behind you is still fully responsible.

Why did you have to cut off other cars on the road for no reason?

Isn't this just risking your life?

The Spanish commentator defended Barcelona: "This... Pique's action was undoubtedly a red card! Too dangerous! But... Yan Yuan's stamp... that was definitely an additional action! It was intentional! He should also be sent off!"

The British commentator defended Arsenal: "Pique's action was designed to injure Yan Yuan! Yan Yuan jumped to avoid it while running at high speed, and in order to maintain his balance upon landing, he couldn't fully control where his foot landed! It was at most an accident! Pique has only himself to blame! Yan Yuan did nothing wrong!"

The referee reviewed the replays from several angles repeatedly, his expression serious.

He walked back onto the field and first showed a red card to Pique on the stretcher!

Then, he walked up to Yan Yuan and gestured for him to get up.

With the help of the team doctor, Yan Yuan "struggled" to his feet.

The referee stared at him for a few seconds, then shook his head, without taking out a card, but only gave him a verbal warning.

"Red card! Pique is sent off with a red card! The referee deemed his action a serious foul! As for Yan Yuan... the referee didn't show a card! He believed Yan Yuan's action was a natural reaction after being fouled, or... not enough to warrant a red or yellow card!" the British commentator explained.

"This is a devastating blow to Barcelona! Pique suffered a serious injury and was sent off! They will have to play with ten men!"

Pique was carried off the pitch on a stretcher, his departure accompanied by a huge chorus of boos from the Camp Nou.

After a brief "check" by the team doctor, Yan Yuan signaled to the referee that he could continue the game.

Yan Yuan limped a few steps before resuming normal running.

If you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way.

From then on, every time Yan Yuan touched the ball, the Camp Nou would erupt in a deafening roar of the most vicious insults and boos.

The sound seemed to tear him apart.

But Yan Yuan showed no fear on his face; instead, his eyes became even colder and sharper. He was more resolute every time he received the ball and more accurate every time he passed it.

The boos from the Barcelona fans fueled his fighting spirit!

The dust has settled.

With one less player and trailing by two goals, Barcelona's morale completely collapsed.

Arsenal completely controlled the game.

Instead of rushing to attack, they used their numerical advantage to patiently pass the ball around in the midfield and backfield, wearing down the Barcelona players' dwindling energy and willpower.

Messi and Suarez were isolated and helpless in the attacking third, looking extremely forlorn.

Time slipped away as Arsenal moved through the game with fluid passing.

In the 85th minute, the game-winning goal finally arrived.

After a dozen or so patient passes in their own half, Arsenal suddenly accelerated!

Rodri passed the ball to Yan Yuan on the right wing. Facing Alba's defense, Yan Yuan did not make a strong breakthrough, but instead passed the ball back to Ashraf, who had made a run down the wing.

Achraf crossed from the byline, but Lenglet headed the ball away from the penalty area.

At the edge of the penalty area, Odegaard appeared like a ghost at the landing point.

He chested the ball down, but no Barcelona player came to block him in time.

The Norwegian prodigy made a slight adjustment, glanced at the goal, and unleashed a powerful shot with the instep of his left foot!

boom! ! !

The ball slammed heavily against the lower edge of the goal crossbar like a cannonball.

The entire goal frame was shaking violently! The ball bounced back at high speed into the six-yard box!

"Odegaard! Shot! The crossbar bounced out!!!" the Spanish commentator exclaimed.

Just when everyone thought Barcelona had escaped a disaster, Aubameyang broke into the penalty area!

He seized this only chance for a rebound shot!

Just as Ter Stegen was falling to the ground while trying to save Odegaard's shot, Aubameyang easily leaped up and headed the falling ball gently!

The ball flew into the empty net without any doubt!

0-3!

"Aubameyang scores on the rebound! Goal! Arsenal seal the victory! 3-0! The game is over!" The British commentator's voice was filled with the joy of victory.

The Spanish commentator remained silent for a few seconds before speaking bitterly.

"0-3...a heartbreaking score. Barcelona has completely collapsed. Aubameyang's rebound goal put an end to this nightmare."

Aubameyang excitedly rushed to the corner flag area and slid on his knees in celebration.

Arsenal players embraced each other again.

On the sidelines, Wenger finally showed a relieved smile and high-fived his assistants in celebration.

Meanwhile, Valverde, the Barcelona coach, stood on the sidelines with a livid face, angrily slamming his water bottle to the ground!

In the final minutes, the outcome of the match was completely decided.

The Barcelona players ran mechanically, their eyes vacant.

Arsenal calmly controlled the ball and ran out of time.

When the referee finally blew the final whistle, Camp Nou fell into a deathly silence, except for a small section of the Arsenal fans' stands that erupted in deafening cheers and songs!

Red and white flags proudly fluttered in the Catalan night sky.

After the final whistle.

The players hugged and high-fived each other, enjoying this hard-won, exhilarating victory on their arch-rival's home turf.

Martin excitedly kissed the goalpost, Pepe waved his fist, and Aubameyang was still celebrating with his teammates by sliding on his knees.

Barcelona fans are still relentlessly criticizing Arsenal and Yan Yuan.

At this moment, Yan Yuan did not immediately join the revelers.

He stood near the center circle, wearing a yellow away jersey soaked with sweat.

The jersey clung tightly to his muscular body.

Yan Yuan lowered his head slightly, his chest heaving, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, Yan Yuan raised his head, his gaze sharp as he surveyed the entire Camp Nou stadium.

Yan Yuan made a move.

There was no sprinting, no roaring; he simply walked steadily and firmly towards the sidelines.

Yan Yuan walked towards the stands below the home team's fans who had vented the most malice on him.

Walk to the GG sign at the side of the field and stand still.

Then, under the gaze of 90,000 eyes and the focus of numerous cameras, he reached out and grabbed the hem of his jersey.

Yan Yuan took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a cold determination and pride.

He suddenly ripped his clothes up!

He cleanly and neatly took off the yellow Arsenal number 7 jersey from his head!

Sweat glistened under the light, highlighting the strong muscles of his upper body.

Then, Yan Yuan grabbed the shoulders of his jersey with both hands and raised his arms high, as if displaying a conqueror's flag!

He's at Camp Nou.

He made the same move that Messi did back then.

Drying jerseys.

Because of this action, more than 90,000 Barcelona fans were stunned, as if they had been collectively choked, staring dumbfounded at the eye-catching jersey.

Hanging high in their sacred homeland!

This was Yan Yuan's most extreme counterattack.

This is the most powerful response to all the insults, boos, and TIFO attacks against Arsenal and him personally before and during the match!

"Yan has made another stunning move!" The British commentator's voice was filled with shock and unbelievable excitement. "He's at Camp Nou! Just like Messi did at the Bernabéu! He's aired out his jersey! Number 7! Arsenal's number 7! He's planted his victory flag in the heart of Barcelona! It's a declaration! It's the gesture of a conqueror!"

After tonight, all of Catalonia, and the whole world, will remember this name!

The Spanish commentator remained completely silent for several seconds before letting out a sound that was almost a groan.

"A disgrace... This is absolutely a disgrace to Camp Nou..."

Yan Yuan finished hanging up his jersey.

Then, he picked up his jersey again, shrugged at the Barcelona fans in front of him, and turned and ran back to the team.

Throughout the entire process, Yan Yuan did not utter a single word.

His actions spoke louder than a thousand words.

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