Wenger watched from the sidelines as Li Yufei, of all people, tried a long shot.
For a moment, he was utterly astonished.
As far as he remembered, Li Yufei was only average at long shots!
But before he could think it over, a sudden roar rose from the crowd.
The ball streaked like a white rainbow across the sky, flying straight into the net from twenty-five yards out.
West Bromwich Albion keeper Carson stretched his entire body, but still couldn't reach it.
Li Yufei's long shot had been devilishly placed!
"GOOOOOOOOOAL!!!"
"Number 13, Li Yufei!!!"
"A worldie! He's scored twice in a match!!!"
"Li Yufei scores again, this time with a long shot he doesn't often use!"
After Martin Tyler roared excitedly for a few seconds, he turned to his co-commentator and asked in confusion:
"Andy, I remember Li Yufei barely scored any long shots during his youth training, didn't he?"
"Or have I got that wrong?"
Andy Gray pulled up the statistics, shook his head, and replied helplessly:
"No, you remember correctly. That's exactly how it was."
"Over the course of his three years in youth training, Li Yufei scored just fifteen long-range goals."
"Now compare that with the six hundred goals he scored in total during those three years."
"Clearly, long shots aren't Li Yufei's strong suit."
"Otherwise, he wouldn't have averaged just one long-range goal for every forty he scored."
"But judging by the quality of that shot, Li Yufei clearly isn't a player who's bad at long shots."
"It seems that after joining the first team, he hasn't let his impressive performances go to his head."
"He's still working hard to improve and shore up his weaknesses!"
Hearing his co-commentator's praise, Martin raised an eyebrow and teased him: "Andy, I thought you never rated Li Yufei.