League Debut, Substitute Appearance!

Match minute 59.

Wenger first pulled center back Eboue off the pitch, then sent on forward player "Little Tiger" Walcott.

Trailing by one goal, Arsenal obviously needed to ramp up their attack.

This substitution fired the opening salvo of Arsenal's counteroffensive.

The moment Little Tiger Walcott stepped onto the field, he immediately threatened Liverpool's defense line.

Match minute 60.

Walcott received a pass from Wilshere and burst forward in a single explosive sprint.

Liverpool's Agger was instantly burned by Walcott's pace.

Breaking into the box, Walcott swept the ball across the goalmouth. Chamakh, faced with a golden opportunity right on his doorstep, blasted it sky-high.

That miss had Wenger, craning his neck to watch from the sideline, so furious he couldn't help flinging his arm in frustration.

Then, as if remembering something, Wenger turned and glanced at the bench. He found Li Yufei actually yawning, completely unfocused.

Though utterly speechless at the behavior, Wenger still decided to follow his gut: "Fry, get up and warm up. You're going on."

Hearing this, Li Yufei was caught off guard—he'd just spaced out for a moment and hadn't expected to be sent on so soon.

But with Li Yufei's personality, he never backed down from anything. He jumped straight up and headed off to warm up.

"Brother, go for it. You've got this!" As he left, Fabregas gave him an encouraging word.

"Relax, buddy. This match probably won't even need you. I'll handle Liverpool on my own!"

Li Yufei spoke without any restraint, planting a flag before he'd even set foot on the pitch.

Fabregas honestly hadn't expected Li Yufei to be this cocky, but he still gave him a thumbs-up out of courtesy.

Van Persie, overhearing Li Yufei's words, couldn't help but curl his lip.

He thought he himself was pretty arrogant, but compared to Li Yufei, Van Persie was practically a gentleman!

Match minute 62.

Taking advantage of a dead ball, Wenger used his second substitution.

The fourth official held up the board, displaying green number 13 and red number 29.

Green 13 was Li Yufei's number; red 29 belonged to Chamakh, who'd just wasted that golden chance.

Li Yufei replaced Chamakh!

On the field, Chamakh saw he was being subbed off—and by Fry, his most direct competitor for a spot.

His face darkened instantly, and his mood soured badly.

But he didn't dare show any open displeasure. If the 360-degree cameras caught it, the media would blow it up.

And then whether Chamakh would even keep getting playing time was another question.

After all, with Wenger's status and power at Arsenal, if you really pissed him off, non-core players like Chamakh would be in for serious trouble!

He gave Li Yufei a perfunctory hug, slapped Wenger's hand in a high-five, and forced a neutral expression as he headed for the bench.

[Ding! Mission released!]

[Mission Name: League Debut]

[Mission Objectives: 1. Help the team come from behind to defeat Liverpool]

[2. Personally score one goal or provide one assist]

[3. After scoring, confess your love to Taylor Swift in the VIP box]

[Mission Rewards: Each objective earns 100 Intermediate Soft Rice Points. If all three are completed, an additional 100 Advanced Soft Rice Points]

Hearing this oddly familiar mission content and rewards, Li Yufei was a little speechless.

Seriously, system buddy, you're way too lazy. Copy-pasting on me here?

Besides swapping AC Milan's name for Liverpool, is there any difference?

But complaints aside, Li Yufei was definitely going to do his best to complete the system's missions.

If he didn't cash in on these "debut" opportunities to earn soft rice points...

Getting missions triggered in later matches wouldn't be easy.

After all, the system didn't activate missions for just any random game.

To put it bluntly, unless it was a very important match or one with major significance for Li Yufei as the host, the system wouldn't even bother glancing at ordinary games.

Liverpool's manager Hodgson saw Li Yufei—the guy he'd dissed in the pre-match press conference—come on and didn't think much of it.

Same old story: in his eyes, Li Yufei was still too green at this stage, posing no threat at all.

But he never expected that the moment Li Yufei stepped onto the pitch, he'd slap Hodgson's face red.

Match minute 65.

Nasri dribbled forward near the center circle, with Gerrard tracking back step by step. Just as Gerrard moved to press, Nasri passed the ball to Arshavin, who had dropped back to receive it.

Arshavin received the ball and dribbled diagonally right, kicking it toward the right front field before Mascherano could close him down.

Walcott instantly accelerated, successfully chasing down the ball Arshavin had sent ahead.

But Agger had already cut off the inside route, making it hard for Walcott to sprint straight into the box.

So the young tiger picked up speed again, stubbornly taking the outside line to force his way into the penalty area.

Agger was overpowered by Walcott's sheer pace, but he also squeezed Walcott's shooting angle down to nearly zero.

With no other option, the hotheaded Walcott ignored Wilshere calling for the ball at the far post and went for a forced shot instead.

The ball struck the right post and rebounded into the box, throwing Liverpool's penalty area into instant chaos.

Arshavin tried to contest the ball, but Skrtel cleared it first.

The clearance didn't travel far, though—Diaby collected it on the periphery and sent a cross-field pass to Wilshere at the top of the arc.

The moment Wilshere got the ball, Mascherano tugged at him from the side, forcing him to pass back to Clichy.

Clichy, pushing up from the left flank, took the ball, glanced around, and launched a high ball toward the center of the box.

At the critical moment, Carragher won the header and nodded the ball out of the area.

But the periphery remained under Arsenal's control, and Wilshere stepped up to claim the ball again.

This time, though, he spotted Li Yufei raising his hand on the left side of the box.

Trusting in Fry's ability, Wilshere didn't hesitate and passed the ball straight to him.

The moment Li Yufei received the ball, Glen Johnson pressed him hard.

In pure physical confrontation, Li Yufei was no match for him yet.

But Li Yufei didn't give him a comfortable contest—he simply pulled the ball back, not heading toward the goal at all.

That threw Johnson off, who had already braced himself for a direct charge at the net.

Seizing the instant of hesitation, Li Yufei dribbled again and burst into the box.

Glen Johnson's mind caught up, but his body couldn't keep pace—he twisted instinctively, his feet rooted to the spot.

Then he lost his balance and crashed to the ground!

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