Li Yufei's Conspiracy, Step-by-Step Guidance!

Li Yufei had no idea that the two Sky Sports commentators were arguing over whether he could win the Premier League Golden Boot.

Even if he did, he'd just shrug it off.

Premier League Golden Boot? Honestly, Li Yufei couldn't care less.

In his eyes, the goal was the European Golden Shoe—the mere Premier League Golden Boot wasn't enough to satisfy his appetite.

After all, in recent years, the Golden Boot winner's goal tally in the Premier League had hovered between 20 and 30.

The only 30+ goal haul was Suarez's a few years later.

As for Egyptian Pharaoh Salah's single-season 32 goals, that was still nearly a decade away.

Simply put, the Premier League Golden Boot had never been a target in Li Yufei's eyes.

Because getting it was too easy.

Only the European Golden Shoe, outscoring the likes of Messi and Ronaldo in league goals, was the real goal Li Yufei was striving for.

Even if his current ability couldn't compare to those two, Li Yufei, with his sky-high ambitions, always set his sights on Messi and Ronaldo.

If you've got a cheat code and still don't challenge the best, you might as well go home and wash up for bed.

Why bother playing football at all?

Match time: 40th minute.

Diouf broke through on the flank and crossed. Vermaelen misjudged the header, and the ball was knocked into the net by Mame. Blackburn Rovers pulled one back.

"GOOOOOOOOAL!!!"

"Number 41, Mame Diouf!!!"

"Arsenal defender Vermaelen made a costly misjudgment, and Blackburn Rovers score at home."

"The score is now 1-2. The game's suspense is back."

Conceding in the final minutes before halftime was definitely not part of Arsenal's plan.

Wenger was furious at Vermaelen's mistake, but with no better player available, he had to make do.

"At least Rafael's transfer is wrapped up, just waiting for the official announcement. The center-back shortage isn't so dire."

Thinking about the rising star he was about to bring in, Wenger felt a bit better.

Even though the 17-year-old Varane couldn't yet be Arsenal's defensive answer—too young, severely lacking match experience—

Wenger was full of confidence in his future.

The Old Man trusted his own judgment, just like when he discovered Henry and Fabregas. Varane, Hazard, and the others would become Arsenal's answer for the next era.

As the halftime whistle blew, Li Yufei followed his teammates back to the locker room.

Along the way, he felt a burning stare on his back. Turning around, he saw—oh, it was that guy Samba.

"What are you looking at? Keep staring, and I'll smash your head in!"

In this life, Li Yufei never let anyone push him around. Well... except for his girlfriend. With everyone else, if he didn't like them, he'd call them out.

Especially some guy who'd already traded words with him during the match.

Hearing Li Yufei's dismissive remark, Samba's temper flared. "You little brat, looking for death, are you?!"

Before Samba could charge at Li Yufei, the referee noticed their verbal clash and quickly intervened:

"Stop. If neither of you wants a red card, calm down."

After the referee's warning, Samba and Li Yufei had no choice but to back off.

As Samba left, he pointed at Li Yufei, his face twisted with menace, then turned and entered the home team's locker room.

Wilshere, watching from the side, couldn't help but worry. "This isn't going to end well, is it? Samba's no pushover!"

Li Yufei waved a hand, completely unfazed. "Relax. Guys like him—you can't give them an inch, or they'll take a mile."

Li Yufei wasn't stupid. He knew a guy like Samba would definitely hold a grudge after he scored right in front of him in the first half.

With Samba's brainless, muscle-bound style, he'd definitely try every trick to make Li Yufei suffer in the second half.

So how does a defender make a forward suffer?

Obviously, by using his body, constantly fouling him.

With Li Yufei's current frame, going head-to-head against Samba, one of the Premier League's strongest players, was out of the question.

So why not provoke him first, get him to do something reckless in the second half?

Plus, the verbal clash they'd just had in the tunnel.

The main referee would definitely remember it and keep an eye out in the second half.

Then, when Samba inevitably made some unreasonable move against Li Yufei, the referee would recall their conflict at halftime.

That way, he'd likely assume it was Samba's deliberate retaliation.

On the pitch, deliberate retaliation meant a red card—it violated the most basic sportsmanship.

It could be said that every step Li Yufei took was guiding Samba toward a red card and an early exit.

After all, he hadn't forgotten the mission this match had issued: to beat Blackburn Rovers by a three-goal margin.

With the goal conceded at the end of the first half, Arsenal's goal difference had been narrowed to just one.

Li Yufei had to find a way to build enough of an advantage for Arsenal.

And getting one of the opposing defenders sent off with a red card was the simplest method he could think of.

The 15-minute halftime break flew by in an instant.

After the second half began.

Samba marked Li Yufei even more tightly than in the first half.

And he kept using his shoulder to shove Li Yufei.

Li Yufei was extremely uncomfortable, but he endured it.

Because he knew this wasn't the time to rush—he had to be patient, so he could find the chance to strike a fatal blow!

Since Blackburn Rovers were currently down by one goal.

They played very aggressively after the second-half kickoff.

Fortunately, Arsenal's technical level was far superior. After a few passes, Blackburn Rovers' players gave up when they realized they couldn't get near the ball.

In the 51st minute.

Walcott dribbled forward from midfield, using his speed to blow past Blackburn Rovers' midfield.

After a one-two wall pass with Li Yufei, Walcott broke into the right edge of the penalty area.

Ryan moved to intercept, but Walcott stopped abruptly, shook off the defender by a step, and swept the ball to the left side of the box.

Because the pass had a bit of curve, Blackburn Rovers' Phil Jones and Givet both failed to touch the ball.

At the left channel of the penalty area, Arshavin suddenly burst in, beating Blackburn Rovers' right-back Salgado to knock the ball into the net.

Robinson had already made his save attempt, but the shot was simply too precise.

Arsenal 3:1, restoring their lead to two goals.