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

The scoreboard read 3-0, with a 6-0 aggregate score looming over Barcelona.

For Barcelona today, the Emirates Stadium is not a precipice.

It's already an abyss of despair.

The second half.

When the Barcelona players stepped back onto the pitch, their steps were heavy, and even Messi's usually calm face began to show signs of tension.

Wenger's instructions were clear and ruthless:

Maintain the intensity, seize opportunities to counterattack, and tear Barcelona's wounds even wider.

Valverde stood on the sidelines, hands in his pockets, like a stone statue whose soul had been emptied.

The "Messi kneeling" TIFO is still hanging high on the sidelines.

After Barcelona kicked off, their attack appeared rushed and disorganized.

Suarez was almost invisible under the constant marking of his old friend Pepe, and Coutinho's long-range shot attempts were weak and ineffective.

Arsenal played a defensive counter-attacking style, with Xhaka and Rodri acting as two mobile fortresses, firmly guarding the midfield.

Yan Yuan continued to roam the right flank.

Every touch of the ball elicited a deafening roar, his eyes fixed intently, scanning for every possible crack in Barcelona's defense.

In the 50th minute, a Barcelona corner kick was caught by Martin.

Martin delivered a powerful throw, accurately finding Ashraf near the center line on the right flank.

The Moroccan Express immediately sped off, dribbling the ball and racing along the sideline!

Barcelona's formation was pushed forward due to a corner kick, leaving their backfield wide open.

Alba tried desperately to catch up, but the young man Ashraf was clearly much better in terms of physical fitness.

Achraf dribbled the ball forward for more than 30 meters. When he was close to the corner of the Barcelona penalty area, he made a sudden stop and change of direction in the face of Alba's block, and passed the ball across to Ødegaard who had made a run into the middle.

Odegaard didn't stop the ball; he saw a wider area to his right.

Yan Yuan has already made a diagonal run towards the right side of Barcelona's penalty area!

Odegaard delivered a penetrating through ball with his left foot.

The ball rolled precisely in the direction Yan Yuan was sprinting!

However, just as Yan Yuan was about to touch the ball, a red and blue figure came chasing back from the side and rear with incredible speed and determination!

Huh? It's Messi!

The commentator's voice suddenly rose, filled with immense astonishment.

"My God!!! Messi! Leo Messi! He's back on defense! You read that right, Messi actually tracked back!!! He sprinted all the way from near the opponent's penalty area back to the corner of his own! This is truly rare! It seems he doesn't want Yan Yuan to do whatever he wants anymore!"

Messi was breathing rapidly, his face showing a rare mix of determination and exhaustion.

He finally blocked Yan Yuan's path just as Yan Yuan was about to step into the penalty area.

The noise at the Emirates Stadium reached its peak at this moment.

Interspersed with harsh boos and even louder shouts of "Messi, kneel down!"

at last.

The new king and the old king will face off one-on-one again.

In the first half, Messi was on the offensive and Yan Yuan was on the defensive.

This time, Yan Yuan was on the offensive, and Messi was on the defensive.

Yan Yuan remained calm despite Messi's defense; in fact, he even gave a cold smile.

He repeatedly feinted with his right foot above the ball, making a Neymar-esque feint, and his body weight swayed from side to side, as if he was about to force his way down the wing.

Messi was completely focused, and his center of gravity unconsciously shifted towards the baseline!

Messi's legs spread apart.

In that instant, Yan Yuan's right heel moved like a magician's cane.

With extreme concealment and dexterity, a gentle tap was made on the inside of the ball!

"Snap!" The ball obediently changed direction.

It rolled from the front of Messi's body between his legs to his back!

At the same time, Yan Yuan's body suddenly released like a taut spring.

He slammed his left foot down.

With an incredibly swift change of direction, he moved from Messi's left side and met the ball!

During this process, Yan Yuan also used his arm to block Messi from turning around immediately.

The ball returned to Yan Yuan's feet.

Messi turned around awkwardly and tried to chase back.

Yan Yuan's explosive power after activation is extremely terrifying.

Messi is much shorter than Yan Yuan, and his leg length is far inferior.

Yan Yuan increased the distance between the two with just one step of acceleration!

Although Messi has a fast pace, speed has never been his strength.

What's more, he's facing a sports car now.

Messi could only watch in vain as the red number 7 figure disappeared into the distance.

"It's over! Yan Yuan! He's shaken off Messi! A beautiful backheel flick to change direction! Messi's completely left behind! He can't catch up!" The commentator's voice was filled with awe. "I think this is a moment Messi will never want to remember! It's also a perfect display of Yan Yuan's individual ability! The King of Barcelona has bowed to the King of Arsenal!"

At that moment, shouts of "King!" could be heard from the sidelines.

After Yan Yuan outmaneuvered Messi, he did not take credit for himself.

He glanced around and saw that Odegaard had arrived at the penalty spot in the middle, completely unmarked.

Barcelona's defense was completely torn apart by this high-speed counter-attack.

Yan Yuan gently pushed with the instep of his right foot, delivering a perfectly weighted cross.

The ball rolled precisely to Odegaard's feet, skimming along the grass.

The Norwegian prodigy had a wide-open goal in front of him; he only needed to adjust his position and easily slot the ball home with his left foot!

The ball rolled into the net without any doubt!

Goal!

The commentator's voice burst forth after a brief moment of holding his breath:

"Gooooooooooal! Odegaard! 4-0! An assist from Yan Yuan! He snatched the ball from Messi as he tracked back, then calmly assisted his teammate! Barcelona's nightmare continues! 7-0 on aggregate!"

The Emirates Stadium erupted into frenzy once again.

Messi stood with his hands on his hips at the edge of the penalty area, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his face onto the grass.

He looked at the celebrating Arsenal players, and at Yan Yuan surrounded by his teammates, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Anger, frustration, resentment, and exhaustion.

Valverde kicked a water bottle hard on the sidelines, and Wenger smiled and applauded, his eyes showing a calm and composed demeanor.

Barcelona's attack resembled a cornered beast, growing increasingly impatient.

In the 60th minute, they pressed forward aggressively, trying to salvage some pride, but the emptiness in their backfield was like an open door.

Dembele attempted to break past Cancelo on the wing, but the latter cleanly intercepted the ball.

Cancelo quickly passed the ball to Xhaka, who had dropped back to receive it.

Xhaka looked up and delivered a precise long pass to Rodri near the center circle.

Rodri backed down Rakitic, who was pressing forward, and used his body to shield the ball. Then, with a clever half-turn, he passed the ball to Yan Yuan, who was unmarked on the right front.

Yan Yuan received the ball near the center circle, with his back to the Barcelona goal.

The moment he received the ball, he keenly noticed Ter Stegen's positioning.

Because Barcelona's entire team was pushing forward, the German goalkeeper was positioned a few meters further forward than usual!

The opportunity is coming!

Yan Yuan acted decisively; he didn't even stop the ball to adjust!

Just as the ball bounced off the ground, before it had fully landed, his body tilted slightly to the side, his left leg firmly planted on the grass as his supporting leg.

His right leg, like a fully drawn bow, slammed into the lower middle part of the ball with all his strength and explosive power!

boom--!

The ball transformed into a beam of light, hurtling along the grass at an unbelievable speed, hurtling straight into the bottom left corner of the Barcelona goal.

Ter Stegen reacted to make the save the instant Yan Yuan kicked the ball!

He leaped to his right with all his might.

His fingertips almost touched the ball!

But the ball was too fast! And the angle was too tricky!

The ball grazed Ter Stegen's fingertips in his despairing gaze.

It slammed hard into the inside side netting of the goal!

The net trembled violently!

The commentator's voice was briefly cut off due to extreme shock, and then he roared in an almost hoarse tone.

「goooooooal！！！！！世界波！惊天世界波！严渊！帽子戏法！他在距离球门至少35米开外的地方！凌空抽射！打出了一记无解的贴地斩！特尔施特根鞭长莫及！5-0！总比分已经8-0了！

My God! We're really about to witness history!!!

The Emirates Stadium has gone mad.

The red tide surged and swelled, all voices converging into one word, a title that resounded through the heavens and shook London.

"King! King! King! KING YAN! KING YAN!"

"Strict God! Strict God! Strict God!"

Tens of thousands of arms pointed at the figure who stood proudly in the center of the field, arms outstretched, celebrating.

At this moment, Yan Yuan exuded an aura of dominance, as if he were ruling the world.

He surveyed the entire audience, basking in the thunderous applause and deafening cheers.

His teammates rushed towards him, engulfing him in a sea of ​​red.

Aubameyang patted him on the back excitedly.

"You're a monster! Yan! You're absolutely a monster!"

Saka's eyes were filled with admiration: "Brother Yan, I could never have taken a shot like that!"

The Barcelona players were stunned.

Ter Stegen knelt on the door line, his hands covering his head.

Vermaelen slumped to the ground in the penalty area.

Messi stood in the center circle, staring blankly at the wildly celebrating Arsenal players, the huge shouts of "King" lashing at his heart like a whip.

Barcelona fans also want to call them "Kings," but their team has lost its fighting spirit after being beaten by Arsenal.

Valverde had already returned to the bench, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Perhaps this will be his farewell match.

At this moment, the competition has completely lost its competitive meaning.

It turned into a one-sided massacre and the coronation ceremony of a new king.

The massacre continues.

Barcelona's morale completely collapsed, and the players' movements began to distort, displaying a kind of desperate ferocity.

In the 71st minute, Yan Yuan dropped back to the right flank of his own half to receive a short pass from goalkeeper Martin.

He had just stopped the ball at his feet and was about to turn around to observe the front field when a figure pounced on him from the side and behind like a mad dog!

Alba is here!

The Spaniard was clearly on a mission; his eyes were fierce, and his target was clear.

Besides straight red card fouls

We must stop Yan Yuan from activating it at all costs!

Alba ran over at top speed.

His left hand was like an iron clamp, gripping Yan Yuan's waist tightly!

Yan Yuan shook his body forcefully, almost throwing Alba off his grasp.

Alba grabbed Yan Yuan's jersey once again.

The immense force nearly tore Yan Yuan's jersey apart.

At the same time, he lunged fiercely at Yan Yuan, trying to foul him and bring him down!

"Foul! Absolutely a foul, Albara! A very obvious tactical foul!" the commentator shouted.

However, what happened next left everyone speechless.

The moment Yan Yuan was grabbed, his body stiffened slightly, and he couldn't help but mutter a sentence.

"You're trying to drag me down, aren't you? I'll make sure you don't get dragged down today."

Yan Yuan unleashed his full core power.

His jersey, stretched to its limit, made a tearing sound.

His jersey was a mess, but Yan Yuan didn't give up.

He hadn't even completely lost his balance.

He seemed oblivious to the dragging behind him, pushing the ball forward with his right foot and then slamming his left foot into the ground!

accelerate!

Speed ​​up!

Keep accelerating!

He dragged Alba, who was hanging on him, and began to sprint forward!

Alba was like an accessory to Yan Yuan at this moment.

He had no idea that Yan Yuan's strength and explosive power were so terrifying!

He felt as if he wasn't pulling a person, but trying to hold back a heavy truck that was running at full speed.

Alba's feet pounded futilely on the grass.

His body was dragged forward by Yan Yuan's powerful forward momentum, almost being pulled along.

One step! Two steps! Three steps! ...