Magic at the Emirates Stadium

The match went on.

Both sides launched into a fast-paced exchange of attacks.

Neither Arsenal nor Liverpool seemed content with a single point.

The ball flew back and forth between the two halves.

Every change of possession came so quickly it was hard to catch a breath.

"This match has gone crazy."

"Heh, it sure has."

"Arsenal want to press their advantage, and Liverpool want to take back the lead."

In the stands, fans of both teams clenched their fists and stared at the pitch, afraid to miss a single moment.

Some of the substitutes rose to their feet.

The suffocating atmosphere had everyone struggling to breathe.

Chen Anno stood in midfield, constantly waving to his teammates and shouting as he organized every attack and defense.

His voice had grown hoarse, but his gaze remained steady.

At a time like this, he could not afford to lose his composure.

On the Arsenal side, Wenger could no longer stay seated.

He paced the touchline, waving his arms as though he wanted to run on and kick the ball himself.

In the 67th minute, Arsenal struck first.

Mahrez received the ball on the right and sent a precise cross toward Aubameyang in the box.

Aubameyang leaped high and headed it just over the bar.

Arsenal fans in the stands slapped their thighs in frustration.

In the 70th minute, Liverpool answered.

Chen Anno received the ball in the attacking midfield position and threaded a pass through to Perisic on the left.

Perisic cut inside and unleashed a fierce shot, but Cech turned it behind for a corner.

The two sides traded attacks, neither willing to give an inch.

Sparks flew in every challenge.

The 72nd minute arrived.

Liverpool's attack gradually found its rhythm again.

Van Dijk carried the ball into midfield and passed