Li Yufei's Nitrogen Boost, Another Assist!

But unfortunately, the development of objective reality does not bend to human will.

73rd minute of the match.

Facing another forward burst from Nasri, Gerrard brought him down directly.

Since Gerrard had already committed several similar heavy fouls in this match, the referee didn't indulge him this time and immediately showed a yellow card.

75th minute.

Wenger wanted to kill the game off in one go, so he brought on No. 10 Van Persie, replacing Wilshere who was already on a yellow card, ensuring the team would maintain an 11-vs-10 numerical advantage for the remainder of the match.

After Van Persie stepped onto the pitch, Arsenal's forward line swelled to four players.

Hodgson caught on to Wenger's intent and couldn't help but darken his expression.

Four forwards? Was he really looking down on Liverpool that much?

But Hodgson wasn't about to let this opportunity slip. He substituted No. 20 Mascherano and brought on No. 21 Lucas.

78th minute.

The freshly subbed Lucas stole the ball from Van Persie, then passed it to Gerrard. Gerrard transitioned and sent a straight through ball to Maxi Rodríguez on the wing.

After receiving the ball, Maxi faced Sagna, feinted a dribble, then accelerated past him, eventually sending the ball into the center of the box from near the byline.

Torres had just brought the ball under control when Koscielny, tightly marking him, poked it away with his foot.

Almunia smothered the ball under his body, then spotted Van Persie up front raising his hand for the ball.

He knew time was running short and couldn't afford to waste it, so he launched a long kick toward the center circle.

Van Persie won the aerial duel against Carragher, and Arshavin took control of the ball.

The Czar drove forward at speed, with Walcott and Li Yufei sprinting into space on both flanks up front.

Gerrard hesitated against Arshavin, mindful of the yellow card he was already carrying.

Arshavin sensed Gerrard's hesitation and immediately tried to dribble past him.

Gerrard was irritated by Arshavin's blatant provocation right in his face.

If not for the shred of reason reminding him that his team was already a man down and he couldn't afford to be sent off, Gerrard would have likely laid a massive hit on Arshavin!

Facing the guy who had scored a four-goal haul against them two years ago, Gerrard already disliked him—let alone in this situation.

When Arshavin brought the ball to 35 yards from goal, he knew that pushing further would get him swarmed by Liverpool's midfield and defense.

So he passed it to Walcott on the right.

Compared to a young player like Li Yufei, he instinctively trusted a veteran like Walcott.

Even though Li Yufei had just scored a breathtaking goal moments ago, it wasn't enough to immediately shift his mindset.

Walcott, facing the incoming ball, wasted no time and activated his brainless speed-demon mode once again.

Agger got burned by Walcott for the umpteenth time.

Thankfully, Agger held his ground on the inside, denying Walcott enough space for a clean shot.

In the end, Walcott had no choice but to force a shot, and Reina punched it out for a corner—Arsenal's sixth of the match.

From that perspective, it counted as a successful defensive play.

Watching Walcott's mindless shot, Li Yufei could only shake his head in helplessness.

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Honestly, the little tiger really plays football without using his head—otherwise, his market value would easily double!

The corner was taken, and Reina charged out to punch it away with both fists!

Van Persie, lurking outside the box, saw the ball flying toward him and struck a volley on the half-turn without stopping it.

Though the ball sailed just over the crossbar and into the stands, the quality of that shot was undeniable.

At least Reina didn't even react to it, only wiping cold sweat off his gloves after seeing the ball miss the frame.

Terrifying, absolutely terrifying!

Li Yufei had to admit that while Van Persie had plenty of flaws, his ability to pull off wonder goals—especially volleys—was truly a class of its own in football!

83rd minute.

Liverpool bombarded Arsenal's box with crosses from the wing. The ball was cleared by Vermaelen, and Clichy grabbed it, sprinting down the left flank.

Clichy didn't stop until he reached the center circle, where Liverpool's midfield forced him to halt.

But with the man advantage, Clichy easily passed the ball out. Diaby received it and fed it to Nasri.

Nasri played a one-two with a dropping Van Persie, then charged all the way toward the right-side channel of the box.

Faced with Maxi's relentless pursuit, Nasri played a one-two with Walcott, who had made a diagonal run into the center.

Then, with space opened up, Nasri sent a straight diagonal pass, the ball arcing like a curve to the left edge of the penalty area.

When Li Yufei saw the ball coming, he activated his nitro boost, his legs flying past Glen Johnson, who had originally been ahead of him in position.

Johnson, realizing Li Yufei was about to overtake him from behind, immediately grabbed at him with his hands.

Though Li Yufei couldn't match Johnson in pure physical confrontation, in high-speed movement, the contest was "advantage mine" for The Flash, whose speed stats were maxed out.

Under the kinetic impact of Li Yufei's absolute speed, Johnson, who had already started his dirty tricks, was shoved aside.

Exhausted from playing the full match and losing his center of gravity in an instant, Johnson stumbled awkwardly and fell flat on the grass, eating dirt.

After catching up to the ball, Li Yufei found the shooting angle extremely narrow, and Carragher had already blocked the shooting lane.

So Li Yufei chose to fake a shot and make a pass, swinging his leg as a feint, and while Carragher instinctively dove to block the shot, he swept the ball low to Van Persie, who was charging into the box from the center.

With Van Persie holding the positional advantage, Skrtel could barely disrupt him.

Facing the ball rolling rapidly toward him, Van Persie shot first time without stopping.

The ball flashed like a white streak into the net before Reina could even react.

"GOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"

"Number 10, Van Persie!!!"

"In the 83rd minute, Frye uses his speed to overpower Johnson, then sends in a cross, assisting Van Persie's run into the box to take the lead!"

"The score is now 1-2, Liverpool trailing by one at home."

"Time is running out for Liverpool!"

Martin Tyler began roaring wildly, clearly reaching his peak.

Andy Gray beside him wasn't much calmer, just not as over-the-top as Martin.

After scoring, Van Persie was in a great mood and, for once, expressed his thanks to Li Yufei.

"Thanks, mate. I knew you'd pass it to me!"

Li Yufei chuckled and exchanged a high-five with him. He'd figured it out—Van Persie was the type who'd give you a smile as long as you passed him the ball.