81: Chapter 81 Encirclement! Three consecutive dirty tackles, Yu Bai sheds tears on the field, Coach Bo angrily curses: This is murder!

Arteta's "calculated" vicious foul was like opening Pandora's Box, releasing the last shred of restraint in the Arsenal defense.

The subtext seemed to have become: "If the old captain is doing it, why should we be polite?"

Santi Cazorla was the second.

Watching Yu Bai return to the pitch, full of life after simple treatment from the team doctor, the Spanish midfielder's temper flared up instantly.

"Arteta has done it, I can't be a coward!"

The opportunity came very quickly.

Leicester City launched a counterattack. Yu Bai was on the left flank, holding the ball. Facing Santi Cazorla, he performed a nimble change of direction. The ball got past, and he was about to get past as well.

In that split second, Santi Cazorla's eyes turned ruthless, and he delivered a merciless sliding tackle from the side and behind! He went straight for Yu Bai!

"Bang!"

Yu Bai was sent flying into the air, only to land heavily against the advertising board outside the sideline, emitting a dull thud.

"Tweet—!"

A yellow card! Craig Pawson pulled the card out quickly this time.

But Santi Cazorla walked away expressionless, as if he had just completed a routine defensive play.

[Another one! Arsenal is trying to kill someone!]

[Santi Cazorla: If Brother Tazi dares to do it, I dare to do it too!]

[Referee, you're not giving a red card for this?!]

[Heh, what a pure and innocent Arsenal!]

Laurent Koscielny was the third, and the most vicious one.

Seeing that both of his midfield generals, Arteta and Santi Cazorla, had "set an example," Laurent Koscielny, the defensive anchor, felt that he couldn't be a coward either. Furthermore, if he was going to do it, he had to do it more "decisively" to completely make this kid quiet.

The opportunity appeared in the 65th minute.

After being fouled frequently, Yu Bai tried to move into the center.

He received a pass from Danny Drinkwater, turned nimbly past Arteta, who was on a yellow card and didn't dare to move recklessly, and was preparing to dribble forward.

Laurent Koscielny retreated while defending, blocking the path Yu Bai had to take.

His movement looked insignificant, with no obvious leg extension or hand usage.

However, he was extremely malicious.

Just as Yu Bai approached with the ball, stepping out with his left leg and leaning his body weight forward, Laurent Koscielny, who had been keeping his knees slightly bent to maintain his center of gravity, spotted the exact spot where Yu Bai's supporting leg was about to land. He suddenly and covertly drove his right knee upward and forward!

He used the hardest bone in the human body, the kneecap, aiming directly at the hamstring group on the back of Yu Bai's left thigh—the thickest muscle, but also the most vulnerable to impact!

"Bang—!!!"

A sickening dull thud! It was the brutal collision of bone against muscle, Strength against fragility!

"Ah—uh!!!"

Yu Bai let out a short, shrill scream of pain that didn't sound human!

He felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been violently stabbed into the back of his left thigh, then twisted fiercely!

Agony! Explosive agony!

His left leg instantly lost all sensation. From his thigh to his toes, it went cold and numb, followed by a tidal wave of tearing pain!

He collapsed forward, his face hitting the turf, his hands clutching his left thigh tightly. His body curled up like a shrimp, frantically and uncontrollably pounding the turf with his hands!

Tears, not from weakness, but from physiologically uncontrollable agony, instantly welled up and streamed down his face, mixed with sweat.

He opened his mouth, but because of the extreme pain, he couldn't make a coherent sound, only broken, gasping "hiss—huff—" sounds.

Too painful! So painful that his consciousness blurred, so painful that his soul was trembling.

Craig Pawson looked expressionless and pulled out another yellow card, but his heart was pounding; the situation was no longer under his control.

"Team doctor! Quick!"

Kante, who was closest, rushed over. Seeing Yu Bai's state, his expression changed.

[Damn! Laurent Koscielny, you...! This move is too dirty!]

[Is this football?! This is murder! Red card! Send him off!]

[Xiao Bai... tears are coming out... how much does it hurt!]

[King Power Stadium, kill him for me!]

...

In the stands.

Shen Muwan's gaze had been following her son. When she saw Yu Bai hit by Laurent Koscielny's knee, collapsing in pain, and then the close-up clearly capturing the tears streaming down his face and his expression twisted by agony—

Her heart felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand and then crushed.

Tears rolled down without warning, large droplets.

She covered her mouth to keep from crying out, but her shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

Heart-wrenching was not just an adjective, but a real, physiological pain.

Dilraba was also stunned by this sudden scene of violence. She quickly hugged Shen Muwan's shoulders, gently patting her back, her voice trembling in a way she didn't even notice: "Sister Wan, don't worry too much, he'll be fine... Young Master is, he's so strong, with a solid foundation, it should... it should just be a bruise..."

She tried to comfort her, but the words were pale and powerless.

Shen Muwan nodded forcefully, trying to convince herself.

She knew this was football, the confrontation was intense, and broken legs and serious injuries were common. But knowing it and seeing her son hurt like this were two different things. That was a piece of her own flesh.

...

London, Mauricio Pochettino's home.

"Fk! Fk! Fk!"

Mauricio Pochettino sprang up from the sofa, almost throwing the coffee in his hand.

His face was livid, pointing at the TV screen, roaring at the air:

"Frenchman! Laurent Koscielny! Are you fucking playing football or crippling people?!"

"Son of a bitch! This is intentional! One hundred percent intentional!"

The broadcast was replaying Laurent Koscielny's knee-up motion in slow motion.

In slow motion, that hidden yet vicious knee-up motion had an intent that couldn't be more obvious.

"Red card! Straight red card! Lifetime ban!"

Mauricio Pochettino was incredibly furious.

This had exceeded the scope of a tactical foul; it was a deliberate, potentially career-ending malicious injury!

Immediately after, a deeper worry and anger welled up in his heart.

He looked at Yu Bai on the screen, surrounded by team doctors and in excruciating pain, then looked at Claudio Ranieri, who seemed to be still hesitating on the sidelines, so angry he almost vomited blood:

"Claudio! Ranieri! What are you waiting for?!"

"Make a substitution! Immediately! Take him off right now!"

"Damn it! We loaned Yu Bai to you to level up, not to sell him to you as a slave!"

"He's a person! A 17-year-old kid! Not livestock for you to work to death!"

"Using him like this, even an iron man would be ruined!"

He had already decided in his heart that he must call Claudio Ranieri immediately after the game, no, to launch a stern protest! He must ensure that Yu Bai receives the protection he deserves at Leicester City!

As if hearing Mauricio Pochettino's roar through the screen, Claudio Ranieri finally made a decision on the sidelines.

His face was extremely ugly as he waved his hand toward the bench.

The electronic board lit up: No. 52 Yu Bai off, No. 11 Marc Albrighton on.

Yu Bai was supported by two team doctors, unable to put any weight on his left leg, limping, almost being half-dragged off the pitch.

His tear tracks were still wet on his face, his complexion pale, but he gritted his teeth, not looking at anyone, just lowering his head and walking silently toward the bench.

In the 67th minute, he was substituted. It was 8 minutes earlier than the "30 more minutes" (i.e., 75th minute) he had promised Claudio Ranieri.

He felt a bit unhappy and unwilling. He still wanted to fight, still wanted to use "Gods Eye View" to serve his teammates, and even wanted to take a shot himself.

But the burning, tearing agony in the back of his left thigh, and the flashes of Arsenal players in his mind—Arteta's ankle kick, Santi Cazorla's sliding tackle, Laurent Koscielny's knee-up... and the referee Craig Pawson's "lax" standard that bordered on indulgence...

Yu Bai took a deep breath; the pain made him more clear-headed.

He let it go.

In the Premier League, sometimes, the outcome of a match really isn't that important.

Walking off the pitch "alive," staying healthy, having a long future career...

These are far more important than the 3 points of a League match.

As long as the green hills remain, there's no need to worry about firewood.

Staying alive is what matters.

...

Huanledou Live Stream.

The host, Streamer, had already exhausted all the profanity he knew, swearing at the Arsenal players and the referee non-stop and with fresh variety for a full three minutes, his voice almost cracking.

When the broadcast camera gave a close-up of Yu Bai, who had been substituted, sitting on the bench receiving ice treatment from the team doctor, with clear tear tracks on his face and lowered eyes, Streamer's voice suddenly choked.

On the screen, the boy's pale face, the undried tear tracks, the tightly pursed lips, and the lowered eyelashes that hid his emotions combined into a striking sense of fragility and brokenness. It created a tragic contrast with the "Director Yu" image who had been dominating the field just a few minutes ago.

Streamer was silent for several seconds. When he spoke again, his voice was a bit hoarse, with a thick nasal tone. He was no longer roaring, but using a tone of near heartache and consolation, speaking to the screen, as if speaking to the distant boy:

"Young Master..."

"Don't cry... We, we won't play anymore..."

"We..."

He wiped his face hard and uttered a sentence that would later be revered as a "golden quote" in the live stream room:

"Just stay alive..."

"Really, just stay alive."

Instantly, the entire live stream's bullet comments were flooded with the same sentence, overwhelming the screen:

[Just stay alive!] [Just stay alive!] [Just stay alive!]

No mockery, no jokes, just the simplest and most sincere wishes from countless viewers after seeing a genius treated so brutally.

[Broke me... Streamer's words made me tear up.] [Just stay alive! Young Master must stay healthy!] [This match makes me feel so stifled and heartbroken!] [The football world is still so unfriendly to Dribbling geniuses. One Yu Bai, one Neymar, they are both treated like balls being kicked around!]