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

Yan Yuan dragged Alba along, and they plowed a four- or five-meter-long track into the right flank of the Emirates Stadium.

Alba's face was contorted with effort as he tried his best to pull Yan Yuan down, but the other's steely core strength and determination to charge filled him with despair.

Ultimately, due to the immense inertia, Alba completely lost his balance and, like a heavy sandbag, was dragged to the ground by Yan Yuan with a "thud".

Only then did he loosen his grip on his jersey.

"My God!" The commentator's voice was filled with disbelief and shock.

"Absolute power! Yan Yuan was just dragging Alba along! Alba was dragged down by him! That's incredible! What terrifying core strength and determination that requires! Alba was like a decoration in front of him! Yan Yuan displayed terrifying physical abilities and willpower!"

Although Alba loosened his jersey, the referee's whistle blew immediately.

He quickly ran to the scene, pointed sternly at Alba who was still lying on the ground, and pulled out a yellow card without hesitation.

Yan Yuan stopped and expressionlessly straightened his jersey, which was severely stretched and almost torn.

He raised his head slightly, his cold gaze sweeping over Alba lying on the ground, over the stunned Barcelona players around him, and finally over the roaring stands.

The chants of "King" at the Emirates Stadium reached an unprecedented decibel level at this moment, carrying an almost fanatical adoration.

Alba struggled to his feet with the help of his teammates, his face filled with disappointment.

Time is running out, Barcelona's defense is practically non-existent, and their fighting spirit has completely vanished.

Unless all Arsenal players are fouled out, they have no chance of turning the game around.

Five minutes later, Arsenal's attack was on the gates again.

Yan Yuan easily broke through Roberto's defense on the right wing and dribbled the ball down the wing.

He looked up and delivered a precise low cross, the ball bypassing Lenglet at the near post and finding Odegaard unmarked in the center of the penalty area!

Odegaard didn't try to score; he calmly used the instep of his foot to gently tap the ball to the edge of the six-yard box.

There, Aubameyang arrived like a ghost!

Gabon's striker easily slotted a shot into the nearly open goal with his right foot.

Goal!

The commentator's voice was filled with shock: "Arsenal have another shot on goal, and Aubameyang adds another!!!! 6-0!!! Odegaard's assist, Yan Yuan's cross, Barcelona's goal was like a fortress, the aggregate score is now 9-0, I just want to see Arsenal score their 10th goal, I wonder if there's still a chance."

After scoring, Aubameyang simply gave Ødegaard a high five, without much elation on his face.

The massacre had already made the taste of victory somewhat bland.

The Barcelona players stood motionless, their eyes vacant.

Messi walked towards the center circle with his head down, his back view appearing incredibly lonely.

In the 87th minute, in the final moments of the match, Barcelona earned their last corner kick of the game.

This time, even goalkeeper Ter Stegen rushed into Arsenal's penalty area to participate in the corner kick attack, trying to seize the last opportunity to salvage some pride.

Right now, all the Barcelona players want to do is score a goal as soon as possible; they absolutely cannot be shut out.

The commentator's voice came through.

"Corner kick, this is Barcelona's last attacking chance. Goalkeeper Ter Stegen has also come up. Are they fighting for their dignity? Perhaps, it's just for a goal that can salvage their pride."

Corner kick taken!

Coutinho lobbed the ball towards the center of the Arsenal penalty area.

The middle lane is crowded!

In the crowd, a figure leaped high into the air!

Monreal braced himself against Suarez, interfering with his jump, while Pepe also blocked off the surrounding space for takeoffs.

At that moment, Achraf challenged for the header, outjumping Lenglet beside him, and forcefully headed the ball away.

The ball didn't fly far; instead, it soared high towards the vast open space on the right side of midfield!

All eyes followed the ball's trajectory.

Near the point where the ball would land, a red lightning bolt suddenly started.

Yan Yuan was already waiting here.

According to the tactical arrangement, Yan Yuan did not participate in the corner kick defense, but waited for his teammates to pass the ball out.

He is Arsenal's sharpest weapon.

A sharp blade's offensive attributes will always outweigh its defensive attributes.

Yan Yuan was the first to react, rushing towards the ball's landing point at an astonishing speed!

Behind him was an empty Barcelona half.

It was a huge, open doorway.

Ter Stegen was still inside Arsenal's penalty area, looking back in despair!

Yan Yuan stopped the high ball steadily with his chest, positioned slightly inside the center circle arc.

He even had time to glance back at the distant, empty Barcelona goal, and at the Barcelona players who were desperately chasing back, but were still twenty or thirty meters away from him.

The time has reached 89 minutes and 10 seconds.

The Emirates Stadium held its breath.

Tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on the figure standing near the center circle.

The entire audience stood up.

"Yan!!! Yan is about to launch Arsenal's final attack. Barcelona has lost its chance to save face. We can now see that the entire Barcelona team is charging towards Yan!!" The commentator also stood up.

Yan Yuan started first, so he's definitely much faster than those who started later.

He turned and dribbled the ball at high speed, running towards the center circle.

Just as the Barcelona players were about to catch up with him.

The time has reached 89 minutes and 34 seconds.

He immediately stopped the ball, adjusted his position, and placed his supporting foot firmly on the turf. He leaned back slightly, and with his right leg swinging like a golf club, he precisely brushed the ball with the inside of his foot against the lower middle part of the ball!

This was a shot brimming with imagination and absolute confidence.

Extremely long-range lob shot!

The ball soared into the air!

Unlike its previous explosive shots that sped close to the ground, it drew an extremely high and elegant parabola!

Like a precision-guided intercontinental ballistic missile, or a rainbow spanning the sky, it carries a strong internal spin.

They crossed the center line.

They overtook the Barcelona players who were desperately chasing after the ball.

After crossing the empty half of the field,

It plummeted rapidly toward the unguarded Barcelona goal!

Ter Stegen must be regretting it the most now. He regrets getting involved in the attack; he shouldn't have left the goal!

Time seemed to stand still throughout the stadium.

89 minutes 41 seconds.

89 minutes 42 seconds.

……

Everyone looked up, their eyes following the white streak that shimmered under the lights.

Ter Stegen has gone on a furious sprint, charging toward his own goal!

He had never run so fast in his entire life.

But how could his speed possibly keep up with that precise lob shot that spanned more than sixty meters?

The ball seemed to fly through the air for an eternity.

It carried the heartbeats of everyone in the stadium, the despair of the Barcelona players, and the ecstatic anticipation of the Arsenal fans.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of the world.

The ball fell precisely and lightly into the center of the Barcelona goal!

The net gently enveloped it once again.

Goal!

The commentator's voice, filled with extreme shock and excitement, ultimately transformed into a roar that pierced the heavens:

"gooooooooooooooallllll! Yan Yuan, Yan Yuan has become Barcelona's gravedigger. He filled in Barcelona's grave and stomped on it twice!!!!"

Listen to the cheers erupting throughout the stadium for the young king! The King of Arsenal, leading his men, has wiped away Arsenal's shame!

Yan Yuan has been crowned king at the Emirates Stadium!!!

Finally, the final whistle blew.

That sound was like lighting the final fuse!

The emotions that had been building up at Emirates Stadium erupted like a volcano.

The red wave instantly swept away the boundaries of the stands.

Countless fans surged into the stadium like a flood bursting its banks.

Their target was clear: the figure standing near the center circle, who had just completed an epic lob shot that would go down in Champions League history.

Yan Yuan!

Arsenal's new king!

The cries of "King! King! King!" were no longer just slogans, but a deafening declaration of faith.

"Yan!!! You are our king!!!"

"Yan!!! We love you!!!!"

The fans lifted Yan Yuan high and tossed him into the air again and again.

The red ocean completely engulfed him.

His teammates excitedly gathered around him, patting him and hugging him.

On the sidelines, Wenger and his coaching staff embraced tightly, their faces filled with ecstasy and disbelief.

Valverde stood frozen in place, watching the lob shot finally go into the net, watching the frenzied fans rush onto the field, watching Yan Yuan being tossed high into the air, and he slowly, deeply lowered his head.

Messi stood near the center circle, hands on his knees, panting heavily.

He raised his head, looking at the sea of ​​red in celebration, at the figure revered as a god, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Finally, he silently turned around and walked towards the players' tunnel.

His jersey was covered in grass clippings and dirt, and his figure appeared incredibly lonely and desolate against the backdrop of the hustle and bustle.

On the scoreboard, the bloody numbers were frozen in time:

Arsenal 7-0 Barcelona.

The aggregate score over two legs is 10-0.

Amidst the clamor, the narrator's voice, carrying a solemnity of witnessing history, slowly rose.

"It's over. An epic massacre, and also the coronation of a new king."

Yan Yuan, with 4 goals, 2 assists, 1 time he dribbled past Messi, 1 time he dragged Alba, and finally this legendary lob shot from the center circle, completed his coronation on the Champions League stage and in front of the world.

I don't know if Henry was watching the game, but I dare say he also approves of the new king.

Barcelona's Champions League journey ended in an unprecedented and extremely brutal manner amidst the gunfire of London. Yan Yuan, stepping over Barcelona, ​​completed his coronation.

The final whistle had long been drowned out.

The match is over, but Yan Yuan's legendary night has only just begun.

He was carried on the shoulders of the enthusiastic fans, like a triumphant king touring his kingdom.

The giant "Messi Kneels" TIFO, amidst the revelry of the crowd, has become the most brutal yet dazzling backdrop to this coronation ceremony.