It was the 80th minute.
Li Yufei's relentless pressure had finally paid off.
Olsson, who had been carrying a yellow card since the opening minutes, had been targeted by Li Yufei ever since.
He had already run out of steam, and just before Li Yufei and Hazard combined in a one-two to break into the box, he simply couldn't keep up. He could only foul Li Yufei before he entered the area.
The second yellow became a red, and the referee sent him off.
West Brom's manager was left completely dumbfounded on the sideline.
He had already sent a player out to warm up, intending to substitute Olsson, who was on a yellow.
But before there was even a chance to stop play, Li Yufei had taken Olsson out of the game.
So who was he supposed to substitute now?
The referee wouldn't let him replace a player who had already been sent off, either!
"Forget it. There are only ten minutes left. If we have to play with ten men, so be it. We just need to hold on for the rest of the game."
The West Brom manager's wishful thinking didn't last long before the situation on the pitch cruelly shattered it.
When Nasri prepared to take his second free kick, Li Yufei came over and whispered a few words to him behind a cupped hand.
Nasri looked astonished when he heard him, his expression practically asking, "That'll work?"
Li Yufei nodded firmly, as if answering, "No problem!"
After taking a deep breath, Nasri took the free kick just as Li Yufei had suggested.
"Samir Nasri is over the ball. Let's see how he does with this free kick."
"Wait, Fry seems to be saying something to Samir. Could they have a set-piece routine planned?"
"From the camera,