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

"Ajax are going all out! All-out attack!" Zhan Jun's voice was tense. "Watch this! Ziyech crosses!"

The ball, spinning sharply, flew towards the center of the penalty area.

Dolberg outjumped Kolasinac and leaped high to head the ball into the goal.

"Dolberg's header!" Zhan Jun exclaimed.

Martinez reacted quickly, diving to the side and tipping the ball over the crossbar with one hand.

"Martinez made a brilliant save! He kept the goal intact!" Zhang Lu exclaimed in admiration.

The corner kick was taken, and De Ligt once again won the first ball, heading it to the far post.

Unfortunately, the teammates' coordination was a little lacking, and the attack didn't go in.

Yan Yuan continued to direct Arsenal's midfield and attack to defend.

Meanwhile, Martin was also directing the defense.

The two captains were giving professional commands.

They defended until the 62nd minute.

Xhaka made a mistake, and Ajax seized the opportunity to steal a win.

This time, after receiving the ball, De Jong didn't wait and immediately delivered a penetrating long diagonal pass, finding substitute full-back Mazraoui who was making a high-speed run down the right flank.

Mazraoui used his speed to get past Cancelo's defense and crossed the ball from the byline.

This cross was flat and fast, with a strong inward spin, bypassing Pepe and Kolasinac at the near post and flying straight into the center of the six-yard box.

In the middle, Ajax captain Matthijs de Ligt surged forward like a heavy tank.

He outjumped Xhaka and Rodri who were tracking back, leaped high, and headed the ball powerfully towards the goal.

The ball was headed straight and accurately, heading straight for the top left corner of the goal.

Martinez made a save, but it seemed to be too late!

"De Ligt's header! Arsenal in danger!!!" Zhan Jun shouted.

The Emirates Stadium fell silent instantly, and the hearts of all Arsenal fans sank to the bottom.

The ball was about to cross the goal line!

At this critical moment!

A red figure, with incredible speed and decisiveness, leaped from beside the right goalpost and tackled the ball towards the goal.

This was not a conventional sliding tackle to clear the danger; rather, it involved taking off into the air while almost losing balance.

The body fully extends in the air, and the right foot kicks out.

With a somewhat awkward yet powerful bicycle kick, he fiercely kicked the ball that was about to cross the goal line!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud!

The ball was kicked away by the flying instep, just centimeters from the goal line!

Delivering relief!

"They've gotten out of trouble, and with a backflip!!!! How many more amazing tricks does Yan Yuan have up his sleeve?!" Zhan Jun roared with passion.

"It's Yan Yuan! It's Arsenal's captain, Yan Yuan! He appeared in the perfect spot! He made an incredible bicycle kick to clear the goal line! My God! He saved Arsenal again!"

After a half-second of deathly silence, the entire Emirates Stadium erupted in an unprecedented roar that nearly blew the roof off.

Applause, screams, and roars merged into a deafening sound wave.

All the Arsenal players rushed to the goal, pulled Yan Yuan up from the ground, and hugged and patted him wildly.

That clearance was more satisfying than the goal itself.

"Watch the replay! Watch the replay!" Zhan Jun was so excited he was incoherent. "Yan Yuan was originally marking the player at the far post, but when he saw De Ligt completely suppressing our defenders, he abandoned his marking target without hesitation and rushed to the goal line at top speed!"

That anticipation and that decisive action! Plus that crucial save! It was simply miraculous! If that ball had gone in, the score would have been 3-2, and the suspense of the game would have returned immediately!

But Yan Yuan! With a world-class goal-line save, he completely extinguished Ajax's last hope! This wasn't just about skill; it was about captaincy! It was the soul of the Gunners!

Coach Zhang's voice was also trembling.

"That was shocking! This save must have been devastating for the Ajax players psychologically!"

Just now, they had given it their all and finally created an almost certain scoring opportunity, only to have it neutralized by the opposing captain in such an unbelievable way!

This is even more painful than conceding a goal; Arsenal's morale has reached its absolute peak!

On the sidelines, Ten Hag stood frozen, his hands covering his head, his face filled with despair and disbelief.

De Ligt stood with his hands on his hips, looking at Yan Yuan surrounded by his teammates with a complicated expression.

This astonishing door-line rescue,

It removed Ajax's last backbone.

The youth team's offensive pressure noticeably weakened, and the players' eyes were filled with confusion and exhaustion.

Arsenal, however, grew stronger with each match.

In the 73th minute, Arsenal won a corner kick on the right.

Corner kicks are usually taken by Ødegaard or Lacazette.

But this time, Yan Yuan took the initiative to walk towards the corner flag area.

He waved to Odegaard, who was about to walk over, indicating that he would take the penalty.

"Oh? Yan Yuan is heading towards the corner flag area!" Zhan Jun keenly noticed this change. "He's not usually the one taking corner kicks. It seems Captain Yan has his own ideas."

All eyes at the Emirates Stadium were once again focused on that number 7 figure.

Yan Yuan stood in the corner flag area, took a deep breath, and scanned the crowded people in the penalty area.

Ajax's defenders were on high alert, with tall players like De Ligt, Blind, and Dolberg closely marking Aubameyang, Pepe, and others.

Goalkeeper Onana loudly directed the defensive positioning, his attention highly focused.

Yan Yuan began his running start.

His starting movements were not fast, and his steps were clear.

As he approached the ball, his body posture and leg swing clearly pointed towards a single target.

Near the penalty spot in the center of the penalty area!

That's the area where Arsenal's tall players gather!

Ajax's defensive focus instinctively shifted towards the center of the penalty area.

Onana also positioned himself slightly towards the center, ready to deal with a possible header.

However, just as Yan Yuan's right foot was about to touch the ball, his ankle made an extremely subtle and rapid change!

That wasn't a cross.

Instead, he used the outside of his right foot to forcefully rub the lower, slightly outer part of the ball!

The ball left the foot, spinning sharply inward, tracing a strange and rapid arc.

It didn't fly towards the penalty spot, but rather, as if attracted by a magnet, it spun at high speed and flew straight towards the top corner of the near post!

"Yan Yuan is planning to just break down the door?!" Zhan Jun's voice was filled with astonishment.

That shot was so sudden.

The angle was too tricky, the spin was very strong, and the ball speed was astonishing!

It's obvious at a glance that this shot wasn't meant for a teammate to put in.

Yan Yuan plans to attack directly!

Goalkeeper Onana's attention was just drawn to the chaos in the center of the penalty area, and by the time he realized the ball was heading for the near post, it was too late.

He struggled to move towards the near post and leaped into the air!

But the ball's unpredictable arc in the air caused Onana's judgment to be fatally flawed.

His outstretched arm was at least half a meter away from the ball's trajectory!

"Whoosh!"

A crisp sound.

The ball grazed the inside of the near post and slammed into the net!

"Goal!!!!!" Zhan Jun roared, "Corner kick directly into the goal! My God! Yan Yuan! It's Yan Yuan again! He has scored another brilliant goal! An unbelievable corner kick directly into the goal! 4-1! Arsenal has secured the victory!"

Onana was completely fooled by that shot! The curve! The spin! The audacity! Genius! That's a flash of genius!

The goal announcement rang out again, but it was completely drowned out.

The Emirates Stadium went absolutely crazy.

The red ocean stirred up towering waves!

All the voices converged into one name:

"YAN YUAN! YAN YUAN! YAN YUAN!"

"King! King! King!!!"

Yan Yuan did not sprint after scoring the goal.

He simply stood there, arms outstretched, eyes closed, gazing upwards as he enjoyed the thunderous roar.

His teammates rushed towards him frantically, overwhelming him once again.

On the stage of the Champions League semi-finals!

Yan Yuan scored directly from a beautiful corner kick!

"Unbelievable!" Coach Zhang's voice was also filled with shock. "A goal, an assist, a goal-line clearance, and a direct goal from a corner kick!"

Yan Yuan continued his dominance in this match, single-handedly orchestrating this resounding victory. From that corner kick, he exploited everyone's preconceived notions, delivering a shot brimming with imagination and exquisite technique that utterly sealed the game!

On the sidelines, Wenger was so excited he could hardly contain himself, clapping incessantly, his eyes seemingly moist.

Ten Hag slumped back onto the coach's bench, covering his face with his hands.

He knew it was all over.

For the remainder of the time, Ten Hag dared not continue to risk an attack.

Because he didn't want to suffer a humiliating defeat like Barcelona did.

Ten Hag is also thinking of finding a top club in one of the top five European leagues.

Therefore, he cannot allow too many major setbacks to appear in his competition record.

If you suffer a crushing defeat, you'll be penalized when applying for a head coach position at a top club.

Ten Hag has his own burdens.

Moreover, the goal in the second half proved that attacking after losing morale only exposed Ajax's greater weaknesses.

Therefore, Ajax switched from offense to defense, looking for another opportunity.

The score of 4-1 is like an insurmountable chasm.

Good opportunities are not so easy to find.

Yan Yuan stood near the center circle, clapping his hands vigorously, the sound clearly reaching the ears of every teammate.

He was also directing his teammates.

"Everyone hold your ground! Control the pace! Maintain formation!"

As Yan Yuan spoke, he made tactical gestures to his teammates, showing that he was a seasoned veteran.

Time is gradually drawing to a close.

Under the captain's direction and with their individual skills, Arsenal players were efficiently passing the ball around and controlling possession, wasting the little time remaining.

Every time Yan Yuan touched the ball, thunderous applause and shouts of "YAN YUAN" would erupt from the stands.

The Ajax players were still running, but their eyes had lost their fighting spirit.

Their Champions League dreams were ruthlessly shattered on this crazy night at the Emirates Stadium by a 19-year-old team captain.

The chants at Emirates Stadium reached their peak when the fourth official raised the electronic board indicating three minutes of added time.

Finally, three long whistles pierced the night sky!

"Beep—beep—beep—!!!"

"The match is over!" Zhan Jun's voice was hoarse with excitement and boundless exhilaration.

Arsenal thrashed Ajax 4-1 at home! A resounding victory! They've already stepped into the Champions League final! And all of this is thanks to their young captain, Yan Yuan! Tonight, he was the undisputed king of the Emirates Stadium!

After the match, Yan Yuan went over and greeted De Jong.

"Frankie, long time no see!" Yan Yuan put his arm around De Rong's neck; the two were very close.

"Yes, Yan, it's been so long. I miss your goals so much. Back in the Bundesliga, I always managed to get assists through you."

"Hahahaha... I also miss your passes, and your reckless midfield pushes. You guys were able to come back against Real Madrid at the Bernabéu this season, that's really amazing. I watched that game, you completely destroyed them in midfield." Yan Yuan praised De Jong with a smile.

"Come on, compared to you, my little thing is nothing. You guys gave Barcelona a good beating at Camp Nou," De Jong said.

"That's great! We've taken care of both La Liga giants. By the way, I heard from a rumor that Barcelona is scouting you?" Yan Yuan asked.

"Yes... I've already spoken with my agent, but we haven't finalized the details yet; we'll have to wait until the transfer window."

"That's good too. Barcelona offers a high salary, and your playing style suits you well. I dare say you'll definitely find your place there," Yan Yuan replied with a smile, congratulating De Jong.

"Thank you for your kind words, Yan. By the way..."

Yan Yuan and De Rong had a very pleasant chat.