Mamba Technique, Elbow Out!

"GOOOOOOONAL!!!"

"Number 23, Arshavin!!!"

"Arsenal have turned the score to 3-1 just six minutes into the second half, and Blackburn Rovers are two goals down again."

"Blackburn Rovers' manager needs to figure something out."

After the restart.

Blackburn Rovers' players instantly switched into mad-dog mode, trying to claw the deficit back to a single goal.

But unfortunately, this move didn't shrink the gap—it only made things worse.

Match minute 58.

Almunia saved Diouf's shot, then hoofed the ball up to the center circle.

Alex Song leaped high and headed the ball to Fabregas.

Fabregas saw Li Yufei raise his hand and immediately threaded a pass forward, giving plenty of lead.

Li Yufei turned and sprinted off, leaving Samba no chance to grab him before he was left in the dust.

No help for it—for a heavy defender like him, speed was always the weak link.

After shaking off Samba, Li Yufei caught up to the ball and started adjusting his stride in long, smooth steps, making sure he'd hit his best shooting position with his right foot for the finish.

After all, his weaker foot was still pretty obvious—his left-footed shots were far less accurate than his right.

But Blackburn Rovers' keeper Robinson wasn't about to give him that chance. The moment he saw Li Yufei break free from Samba, he was already charging out.

Seeing the keeper just a few steps away from colliding with him, Li Yufei was forced to change direction. He nudged the ball to the right with his left foot, then jumped to dodge Robinson's diving lunge.

A few big strides later, he caught up to the ball, flicked his right ankle lightly, and rolled it into the empty net.

Samba, chasing from behind the whole time, watched Li Yufei pull off that sequence with no way to stop him. Blood rushed to his head, and he wished he could chop Li Yufei's legs off.

After the goal, Arsenal's lead stretched to three. Only then did Li Yufei remember he hadn't done his third task yet.

So he dashed to the sideline camera and shouted, "Taylor, I love you!"

Li Yufei's bold public confession in front of the whole world instantly drew a chorus of boos from the home fans.

Same logic as the Liverpool fans—how dare an away player openly profess love in front of the home crowd?

It was like he didn't give a damn about the tens of thousands of people here!

Arsenal's players were all laughing and joking around. Fabregas teased him:

"Fry, you and your girlfriend have such an amazing relationship. I'm so jealous."

"Hahaha, what's it like having a superstar girlfriend? I want one too, but no one's interested in me!" Walcott chimed in with sour grapes.

"Heh... not bad, not bad. She's just a bit strict, but everything else is fine."

Li Yufei wasn't lying. Taylor was really strict about that.

For starters, the rule was that no single beautiful woman could stay around Li Yufei for too long—that was their agreement.

Even though it was a rule Taylor imposed unilaterally, Li Yufei was fine with it.

After all, at his age, he wasn't suited to indulging in lust.

As a young footballer, chasing pleasure would only ruin his future.

Even his bedroom time with Taylor was kept in check.

At least Taylor was very careful about that, never draining her boyfriend's energy too much.

"GOOOOOOONAL!!!"

"Number 13, Fry!!!"

"Andy, Fry's scored again. His league tally this season is up to seven. Do you still insist he won't hit 25 league goals this season?"

Andy Gray heard his partner's words, paused for a long time, then replied, "Of course. The season's just started—who knows what'll happen later."

"I don't think Fry can keep up this scoring rate. Two goals per game? That's impossible!"

"Forget two goals—if Fry averages even one goal per game this league season, I'll publicly apologize to him."

On the pitch, Li Yufei had no idea Andy Gray had just set himself up with a flag.

He was just feeling great—this match's tasks were basically done.

Soon, 300 intermediate meal-ticket points and 100 advanced meal-ticket points would be another big boost to his abilities.

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Samba saw Li Yufei openly confessing in front of the home camera, and rage burned in his chest.

"Damn it! That meal-ticket pretty boy, daring to provoke us on our own turf!"

"Just you wait—you're dead, I swear it!"

Samba had already figured out how he'd deal with Li Yufei for the rest of the match.

Blackburn Rovers' manager felt his heart sink as Arsenal scored two goals in just three minutes.

But this was their home ground, so he couldn't back down.

With a wave of his hand, he subbed off No. 11 Grella and brought on No. 8 Dunn.

After seeing Li Yufei score another goal, Wenger immediately called Van Persie to warm up.

Clearly, the Old Man was about to sub Li Yufei off.

After all, the match was already secured. To protect Li Yufei's developing body, Wenger almost never kept him on the pitch once the situation was clear.

He had to ensure Li Yufei's physical health at the start of his career.

Through several matches of observation, Wenger had confirmed that this kid was Arsenal's future.

In his first three official professional matches, he'd completed one hat-trick and scored twice in two other matches.

If you counted the friendly against Legia Warsaw where he also got a hat-trick, it meant Li Yufei had pulled off two hat-tricks in just one month since joining the first team.

This was unprecedented, and likely would never be repeated!

Even the dazzling Ronaldo, the Alien, at his debut, hadn't been this absurd.

But the Old Man was mistaken here. While Ronaldo hadn't scored as prolifically as Li Yufei at his debut, in terms of pure individual skill, the 18-year-old Ronaldo was definitely stronger than Li Yufei now!

An 18-year-old Ronaldo already possessed world-class forward ability.

Li Yufei, at best, was only a near-world-class striker right now.

It was just that Li Yufei's dual speed stats were so ridiculously high that he could force many one-on-one chances.

Without maxed-out speed, his scoring efficiency would take a huge hit.

At least some one-on-one chances he simply wouldn't be able to create.

Still, Li Yufei was confident in himself—after all, he was a man with a cheat!

If normal growth couldn't match Ronaldo, could he still lose with cheats enabled?

Back to the match.

63rd minute.

Just as Wenger was about to sub Li Yufei off, something happened on the pitch that infuriated him.

Li Yufei dropped back to receive the ball, and behind him, Samba suddenly accelerated toward him, then threw his entire body onto Li Yufei's back.

Worst of all, as they fell, Samba flashed his studs and raked them across Li Yufei's thigh.

"Damn, that bastard's ruthless!"

Li Yufei broke out in a cold sweat from the sudden pain.

Luckily, the Iron Man buff negated injuries, so aside from the pain, he wasn't actually hurt.

But Li Yufei wasn't the type to take a hit without giving one back.

As he went down with Samba, Li Yufei secretly used the Mamba Technique, driving an elbow into Samba's lower abdomen.

Striking a man's most vulnerable spot—even the toughest brute couldn't handle that.

Samba's eyes bulged as he fell, sucking in a sharp breath. He wasn't having a good time either.

But these underhanded moves weren't caught by the cameras in real time.

The Main Referee only saw Samba commit a malicious foul from behind on Li Yufei.

Especially that last flash of studs—it was too obvious. The Main Referee's eyes caught it perfectly.

Without hesitation, the Main Referee ran to the scene and pulled a red card from his back pocket.

No. 4, Samba, sent off. Blackburn Rovers were suddenly down to 10 men against 11.