"Fly, thank you...."
While Wilshere was celebrating wildly, he pulled Fly over, his spittle flying in excitement!
Fly patted Wilshere's chest and chuckled:
"Jack, you're welcome. There's no need to say more about our relationship... It's just an assist for you to score a goal, it's no big deal. You've given me plenty of assists..."
Wilshere and Fly returned to their own half with their arms around each other's shoulders, as Barcelona was about to restart the game.
Wenger on the sidelines clenched his fist in celebration, seeing his team finally take the lead.
"Arsène, Fly is still Fly. I was just worried that he wouldn't be able to step up in this match, but now I realize I was a joke..."
Assistant coach Fuerde shook his head and smiled wryly at Wenger.
Wenger shrugged and said with a touch of Versailles:
"Some players, they can always step up and decide the game at crucial moments when the team needs them. Such players are always hard to come by."
"Fortunately, Fly is such a player. Our Arsenal has truly picked up a huge treasure!"
Fuerde chuckled and joked:
"After missing so many good players, it's finally our turn. This shows that god ultimately can't bear to see the unfortunate remain unfortunate, right?"
Wenger nodded but didn't answer the question directly.
For him, god had never favored him, so he didn't believe Arsenal's current achievements were given by god.
Rather than the ethereal god, it was the rampant young man on the green pitch!
Because of his presence, Arsenal was able to display such a terrifying side this season.
Without his more than 72 goals, Arsenal would probably still be fighting for next season's Champions League qualification this season...
In the 72nd minute of the match.
Fly dribbled the ball down the flank again. Facing the constantly retreating Alves, Fly didn't hesitate and forcefully cut inside.
Even though Alves immediately tried to block Fly's path inside, he was still a step too slow...
After completing the cut inside, Fly faced Piqué's challenge. He simply nudged the ball with his foot, then pulled it back, dodging Piqué's tackle. He then took another curled shot with his right foot, almost leaning on Alves.
"Bang————"
The ball ultimately hit the right post and rebounded into the penalty area, where Maxwell cleared it in time.
"Tsk... What a pity, it was almost another goal."
Without the assistance of the God's Eye for aiming, Fly's shooting accuracy inevitably declined.
Fortunately, his shooting skills had now reached the level of a world-class striker, and even without assisted aiming, he could easily pose a threat.
Barcelona's defenders simply didn't dare let Fly shoot.
In the 75th minute of the match.
Barcelona suddenly launched a quick attack, initiated by Iniesta. The ball quickly reached Messi on the right wing.
Facing Clichy's defense, the Argentine used two consecutive shoulder drops and changes of direction, quickly getting past Clichy.
Before Koscielny could come over to double-team, Messi immediately chipped the ball gently to Pedro, who was making an overlapping run on the left flank and was in a position to head the ball.
The latter went for a diving header from Messi's chipped pass. Unfortunately, he wasn't Van Persie after all, and this seemingly very stylish header didn't pose any threat to Szczęsny...
The ball ultimately flew high over the crossbar by a full two meters and into the stands, almost headed into the sky.
Seeing how wild his header was, Pedro gave Messi a thumbs-up with an awkward expression, indicating that he had made a good pass and taking responsibility for the missed chance.
The Argentine waved his hand to indicate it was okay, but what he was really thinking remained unknown...
In the 76th minute of the match.
Just in the next attacking sequence after Pedro's outrageous header.
Arsenal's counterattack immediately arrived...
Szczęsny passed the ball to center-back Koscielny. The French defender calmly passed the ball to Varane next to him, despite Villa's pressing.
The Frenchman then played a through ball to Alexandre Song's feet.
The Cameroonian noticed Xavi trying to sneak up two steps behind him and quickly passed the ball back to Varane.
Seeing this, Villa immediately abandoned Koscielny and sprinted towards Varane's position.
Facing Villa's press, Varane lightly flicked the ball, dodging Villa's pressing right leg, and then passed the ball to the unmarked Koscielny.
After receiving the ball, Koscielny found that no one was coming to high-press him, so he simply dribbled forward towards the attacking half.
He dribbled all the way to near the center circle before being surrounded by Iniesta and Messi.
Without any hesitation, he passed the ball to Clichy.
Clichy took a big touch upon receiving the ball and, while Messi was still out of position, carried the ball into an area less than 45 meters from Barcelona's goal.
Facing Alves's tight marking, Clichy knew it was time to find the main man.
So the ball was passed directly to Fly's feet.
The moment Fly received the ball, he realized Piqué was suddenly pressing from behind.
The ball barely stayed at his feet for more than half a second before being passed back to Fabregas's feet.
Cesc Fàbregas took the ball and played a through pass. Nasri, who was making an overlapping run, received the ball with a combined stop and dribble, directly entering the area outside Barcelona's penalty box.
Maxwell immediately made a sliding tackle based on anticipation, intercepting the ball at Nasri's feet.
However, at the crucial moment, Wilshere followed closely and regained control of the ball.
Facing Maxwell who was about to get up, Wilshere changed direction, directly getting past his defense.
Then, before Abidal could step forward to clear, he poked a pass to the retreating Van Persie.
The Dutch striker received the ball at the edge of Barcelona's penalty area and was immediately double-teamed by Busquets and Piqué.
Fortunately, Van Persie wasn't stubborn and simply kicked the ball behind him with his heel.
When Piqué noticed the ball rolling past his feet, he immediately stretched out his right foot to try and intercept.
But Fly, who had been acting like an invisible ghost near the penalty area, reached it first.
The latter was immediately squeezed by Alves's desperate physical challenge from behind the moment he touched the ball.
The Brazilian right-back swore he would never again watch Fly score in front of him.
This time, he gave his all in defense!
But unfortunately... although Fly's physical strength wasn't top-tier now, he definitely wouldn't lose control of the ball just by being squeezed by someone like Alves, who wasn't a bulky man.
With barely half a second of delay, Fly adjusted his posture again, swinging his lower leg quickly, greatly reducing the time taken for the shot.
Valdés could only instinctively make a save against Fly's sudden shot.
"Slap————"
"Swish————"
This time, Valdés's right hand touched the ball shot by Fly.
However, due to the high speed of the ball shot by Fly, coupled with Valdés only touching the ball with his fingertips, he was completely unable to change the ball's trajectory.
He could only watch helplessly as the ball grazed his right hand and flew into the goal, sending up a splash of white.
"GOOOOOOOOAL!!!"
"Oh my god, it's Fly again, he's stepped up once more!"
"A hat-trick! Fly has actually scored a hat-trick against the suffocatingly strong Barcelona, this is truly incredible..."
"In this match, Fly has already put on a show of three goals and one assist, single-handedly creating all of Arsenal's goals in this match."
"My god... Ibrahimović has always called himself the god of football, but I want to say, Fly is the real god of football!"
"4-2! After taking the lead, Arsenal went a step further, extending the score to a two-goal lead!"
"Barcelona, who had been completely dominant, suddenly found themselves in trouble."
"Starting from the 62nd minute, Arsenal scored three goals in less than 15 minutes, practically collapsing Barcelona!"
"How will Barcelona respond next? Josep (Guardiola) needs to think of a way..."
"Although Barcelona is a team whose home performance is far better than their away performance, the problem now is that Arsenal has completely gained momentum. If they are not contained, Barcelona is very likely to concede more goals in the remaining time."
"This is simply a nightmare for Barcelona!"
"If the first leg score is too large... even if they return to Camp Nou for the second leg, it will be quite difficult for Barcelona to achieve a comeback!"
When Fly scored his third goal, he didn't immediately run to the sideline to celebrate wildly. Instead, he pointed at Piqué and Alves and mocked:
"Guys, keep talking! Didn't you say you wouldn't let me score? What about now?"
"I just told you, many defenders before you have said harsh words in front of me, but the final result was always that I completely destroyed them!"
"It's a pity... you've also become one of them."
"You were shouting here before the match was even over, why the hell aren't you shouting now?"
Fly was extremely rude to Piqué and Alves, directly causing their faces to turn pale with rage. They couldn't help but get into a confrontation with Fly.
"What are you, American, saying? Fxxk... I'm going to destroy you!"
Piqué even spewed filth, shouting:
"Kid, I'll just say one thing here, your woman is mine... I will definitely get your woman, and then I'll send you a video of me sleeping with your woman!"
Piqué's words directly crossed Fly's red line. If he hadn't considered that throwing a punch at this moment would get him a red card and a suspension, causing a season's worth of effort to go down the drain.
Fly would have slapped Piqué's foul mouth long ago...
However, although he couldn't hit him, Fly didn't just let Piqué off the hook.
He stepped forward and pressed his forehead tightly against Piqué's, looking directly into Piqué's eyes, and said word by word:
"Very good... you have completely enraged me. Be glad there isn't much time left in this match, otherwise I would definitely turn you into an idiot."
"But don't worry, in the next leg at your home ground, I will completely destroy you in front of tens of thousands of Barcelona fans, letting the world know that the so-called 'UEFA Best 11' lineup is nothing but a joke!"
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