Arsenal's Worrisome Defense, Asia's Number One Brother!

The display of affection ended.

The match restarted.

Although they conceded a goal within the first ten minutes, AC Milan's players weren't bothered.

After all, this was just a friendly.

Winning or losing didn't matter at all!

Only someone like Li Yufei, who had a system task to complete, would take it this seriously.

But the Milan players' attitude suited Li Yufei just fine.

Yes, that's right!

If Milan got serious, how would Li Yufei easily finish his task?

It was just a friendly, plain and simple.

If it weren't for his first-team debut and the system reward, he wouldn't have cared either—just kick the ball around and be done.

Over the next twenty minutes, AC Milan created two good scoring chances.

One was Ronaldinho sending a set piece into the box for Thiago Silva, who headed just wide.

The other was Seedorf's long shot from the edge of the box, which skimmed past the right post.

Arsenal also had an opportunity.

After a one-two between Fabregas and Wilshere, the ball was threaded forward.

Li Yufei used his world-class speed to shake off Seedorf again.

Facing the double team of Nesta and Bonera, Li Yufei slipped the ball to Clichy, who was charging forward.

Clichy swept the ball low, and Li Yufei's strike partner Arshavin arrived in time for a shot, but the ball sailed over the crossbar.

For the rest of the half, both teams played in perfect harmony.

AC Milan didn't rush their attack despite being behind, and Arsenal, as the leading side, had no problem coasting along with them.

Wenger and Allegri stood calmly in the technical area, arms crossed, radiating harmony.

As the halftime whistle blew, the first half ended. Thanks to Li Yufei's goal, Arsenal led AC Milan 1-0.

Since he'd coasted for most of the first half, Li Yufei wasn't tired at all.

Still, Wenger came over to check on him. Seeing that Li Yufei felt fine, he said no more.

Fifteen minutes later, the second half began.

Wenger made a triple substitution at halftime, bringing on Van Persie and Walcott for Fabregas—the Spaniard who'd just played in the World Cup final less than three weeks ago—and the Russian Arshavin.

Arsenal's formation shifted from 4-4-2 to 4-3-3, with Li Yufei as left winger, Van Persie as center forward, and Walcott as right winger.

AC Milan stayed the same. After all, the recently concluded South Africa World Cup had barely featured any Milan players going deep.

That meant the Milan squad didn't need much rest.

The priority was using these friendlies to shake off the rust from their offseason indulgences and find their form.

In the 48th minute, AC Milan forward Pato received the ball on the right flank and drove inside.

As Clichy closed in to press, Pato quickly laid the ball back to Pirlo.

Pirlo, without stopping it, lofted it to Ronaldinho on the left.

Ronaldinho controlled it with one touch and sent the ball into the danger zone fifteen yards from goal.

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Vermaelen rushed to clear, but Borriello got a slight touch first.

However, under pressure from Koscielny, Borriello couldn't extend his body for a proper shot and was forced to knee the ball.

The deflection sent the ball straight at the goalkeeper—harmless at first.

But by sheer luck, it grazed Vermaelen's thigh, changing its trajectory toward the keeper's left.

At that moment, Pato, who had made a run into the right channel of the box, met the bouncing ball with a side-footed shot, and it rolled into the net without a doubt.

"GOOOOOOOAL!!!"

"Number 7, Pato!!!"

"After Arsenal's young talent Fry scored, the 2009 Golden Boy Award winner, Brazilian prodigy Pato, refused to be outdone and leveled the score for AC Milan."

Seeing the goal conceded, Li Yufei shook his head helplessly.

He had to admit, compared to the attack, Arsenal's Defense Line was indeed lacking.

Koscielny was now considered a top-tier European defender, but Vermaelen's form had declined compared to the previous two seasons.

Though Li Yufei didn't know exactly when Vermaelen would turn into a high priest lying on the sickbed, buffing the rest of the team with health boosts.

But he figured it wouldn't be long.

Just thinking about Arsenal's defense line losing a key player to long-term injury made Li Yufei's head ache.

Arsenal really had been plagued by bad luck in recent years!

As for warning Vermaelen to avoid injury.

That was something only an idiot would do. Vermaelen would probably think Li Yufei was cursing him.

And if he did get hurt, he might even blame Li Yufei for it.

Such a thankless task—Li Yufei definitely wasn't going to do it!

Shaking his head, Li Yufei decided not to dwell on it. Focusing on the match was what mattered.

After all, if they didn't win, the four rewards would shrink to two—a huge loss!

Especially the bonus 100 Advanced Soft Meal Points. Li Yufei really needed those.

Because without points, he simply couldn't improve his stats beyond 90.

His physical talent was what it was—no amount of training would change that!

Over the years, through matches and hard practice, Li Yufei had only managed to push his stats to around 75 without relying on system points.

Anything beyond that was basically impossible.

What did a rating of 75 mean?

Wu Lei, the future star of Chinese football, was around that level at his peak.

Maybe a couple of points higher, but definitely not a tier above.

In other words, the body Li Yufei had after transmigrating had football talent roughly on par with Wu Lei's.

At worst, slightly weaker, but definitely in the same tier.

That alone showed just how high Li Yufei's football talent was in this life!

Don't think being on Wu Lei's level was trash!

Wu Lei was, after all, the all-time top scorer for the Chinese national team and held the record for most goals in a single Chinese Super League season.

At his peak, his ability surpassed 95% of foreign players in the CSL!

In the context of the future Chinese national team, he was pure foreign-level firepower!

Li Yufei having talent similar to Wu Lei's already proved that even without a cheat, he could play professional football.

Maybe he couldn't hold his own in the top five leagues, but he could definitely start for a mid-to-lower-tier team in second-tier European leagues like the Portuguese or Dutch leagues.

A yearly salary of a million euros—nothing to sneeze at!

But in this life, with the boost of his cheat, if he still couldn't become the GOAT of football, then he'd truly have wasted his time.