The Emirates Stadium was always brilliantly illuminated on Champions League matchdays. The clamor, cheers, and roars of sixty thousand fans felt as though they could overturn the entire North London night sky. Inside the stadium, the scarlet Arabic numeral "1" on the 1-0 scoreboard resembled an ancient key, firmly locking down the momentum of the match. And the person tightly gripping that key was the Chinese forward wearing Arsenal's number nine jersey, Wang Shuo.
Just as the match commentator had described, his opening bicycle kick was a strike worthy of the history books, a guaranteed contender for Goal of the Year. But after that moment of breathtaking brilliance, for the vast majority of the match, Wang Shuo was just like his teammates—running relentlessly, expending every ounce of stamina. He was like a tireless bee, darting through every corner of the pitch, leaving his footprints on every inch of the turf.
