Chapter 132

Spain, Madrid.

Bosque sat upright in the armchair, stroking his little beard.

Miniano said: "Boss, we have already qualified early for the European Cup finals, with only one qualifying match left; do we still need to call up Li Kang back to the team for integration?"

The Spanish head coach waved his hand: "Luxembourg... the opponent is too weak, integration is meaningless; if the midfield partner is Busquets and Yinniesita, then he doesn't need much time to integrate at all."

Miniano pondered for a moment, then said: "The coaching staff analyzed Leverkusen's recent matches; Li's on-field duties are too heavy—do we really have to make our Bullfighters switch to libero tactics?"

Upon hearing this.

Bosque's beard trembled with anger: "Nonsense! What libero? Forget Germany's outdated tactics; even if he married a German wife someday, I'd still be unhappy!"

Due to historical legacy issues.

Spaniards of his age deeply dislike Germany.

Similar to a "virgin complex," experts have named it: "Germany complex."

In recent years, whenever German envoys visit Spain, the streets of Madrid are filled with slogans like "A Europe Without Germany" and "Go Home."

After releasing negative emotions, Bosque regained his usual composure and gently said: "There's still plenty of time; we'll talk to Li slowly later."

Volksparkstadion.

The home fans waved green hats, erupting in a tsunami-like roar.

Near the center circle, a hot air balloon printed with the Bundesliga logo slowly rose.

Before Li Kang stepped onto the pitch, the big gray wolf doll—Wofi—ran over excitedly and bumped fists.

The gap between the stands and the field was wide; several staff members rode tall horses, patrolling the perimeter once.

Wolfsburg's lighting system is top-tier in Europe.

The magnificent floodlights, synchronized with the surging crowds in the four stands, created a heated atmosphere, especially spectacular.

Even more interestingly, the perimeter fencing ads around the pitch bore Chinese slogans.

Tuopu Laotou looked envious, sighing: "Look at other people's home grounds... if we made it to the Champions League semifinals, the shabby Bayer Arena would make global audiences dream of 2002; next season we definitely must..."

Dino glanced around, probing: "Boss, will we still be staying at Leverkusen next season?"

Tuopu Laotou thought for a moment, then said: "Stay sharp—our coaching level isn't much different from Schmidt's; we just made different choices back then on the midfield core issue."

Dino suddenly understood.

The guessing segment ended.

Players from both sides took their positions.

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The match officially began!

Wolfsburg possession.

Schürrle kicked off, passing back to Gustavo.

Leverkusen's frontline players immediately launched a frenzied press.

Arnold immediately dropped back to support.

"Wolfsburg's football philosophy, due to early translation errors, was once called the 'Pack of Wolves' tactic."

"The enduring tactical framework is vertical dense attack, which differs greatly from the 'Pack of Wolves' concept; once, a head coach named Wolfgang Wolf led the team, and old fans liked to call them the 'Pack of Wolves.'"

"Arnold indeed dropped to the defensive midfield spot—Liverpool youth academy product, as expected..."

"Not the same person—Liverpool's Arnold is still playing in the U18 youth team!"

Just as Duan Xuan and He Wei were correcting each other.

The situation on the pitch changed instantly.

After receiving Gustavo's lateral pass, Arnold lifted his head to observe his forward teammates' positions, swung his leg widely, and launched a long pass!

He is one of the cores of vertical dense attack.

Bam!

The football lifted off the ground.

Flying toward Leverkusen's half, thirty-meter zone, right flank!

Börthes tried to rush toward the landing spot, but saw Van Dijk raise his hand signaling himself to retreat!

Retreat?

He suddenly realized Draxler had somehow gone wide, as had Schürrle! Trausch! Giroud! All charging this way!

Must retreat and contract the defensive line!

How can one person defend against four?

Sideline.

Dino wondered: "He not only likes to retreat himself, but also likes to command teammates to retreat?"

Tuopu Laotou couldn't help but clap, praising: "The Dutch kid is smart—he knows the opponent will launch dense short-pass attacks on the flank, and he dissuaded Börthes from making meaningless headers."

Other side.

Heijin felt very gloomy.

He is an excellent commander; even this season, facing Real Madrid in the Champions League, he dared to copy the opponent's tactics and produced many stunning moments.

What troubles him most right now isn't on the pitch, but in the locker room.

After being eliminated from the Champions League, Draxler often shows negative emotions, and his match form has been greatly affected.

Wolfsburg's attacking players are somewhat dazed.

Originally planning to exploit local numerical superiority, using dense short passes to gradually tear open Leverkusen's defensive line.

But the opponent actually all retreated to the edge of the penalty area!

What the hell?

It's like tearing open a cup of instant noodles, only to find there's no seasoning packet inside!

Draxler stopped the ball, dribbled laterally into the rib area, observed the position of left-sided Kruse, and kicked out a low, flat long pass!

"Rib 45-degree cross into the box!"

"The pass quality is very high!"

"Kruse's movement is so flexible, Jonathan Tah was shaken off!"

Kruse is a gambling saint ruined by football.

He used his holidays to sweep through European poker tournament championships.

He participated in the Las Vegas Poker World Cup for three consecutive years, securing third place, with substantial prize money.

Because he easily infects teammates to play cards together, delaying training, the German national team finds him very troublesome.

Playing cards is already bad enough.

The key is, this guy is still the "Bundesliga Edison Chen"!

Dozens of G-sized inappropriate videos were exposed online.

After careful observation, Löw decisively expelled him from the national team.

Inside the penalty area.

Kruse's judgment of the football's landing point is very accurate.

Just as he was preparing to control the ball with his chest.

A tall figure blocked his path!

Van Dijk!

The 1.93-meter-tall Dutch center-back leapt high, headed the ball outside the large penalty area, near Jonathan Tah!

"This clearance direction is a bit risky!"

"No problem, teammates' positions are very safe, Wolfsburg's attacking players are all concentrated on the right flank!"

Jonathan Tah received the ball very comfortably.

No need to think it over with the brain.

Just pass the ball to Li Kang!

Pa!

The dark-skinned long legs shoved hard!

The ball skimmed the turf, shooting rapidly into the forty-meter zone!

Li Kang leaned back with his back against Gustavo.

Right foot met the ball with a flick.

In God's perspective, he had already grasped all teammates' movement information!

No need to look up.

No need to turn and adjust.

The left foot, raised high, executed a bicycle kick motion!

Peng!

Accompanied by a booming sound!

Gustavo could only watch helplessly as... the ball flew past his side!

He instinctively wanted to do something, but was suppressed by immense power, unable to move!

Immediately after.

All spectators were stunned!

The football spun violently, like fireworks tearing through the night sky!

Wolfsburg's high defensive line was completely melted!

Above the Volksparkstadion, it seemed as if a beautiful trajectory diagonally sliced the sky into two parts!

"A backheel long pass?"

"How did Li Kang do that?"

"Too unbelievable!"

"The quality of this pass is very high! From the right flank, a diagonal forward pass to the opponent's half, thirty-meter zone!"

Left flank of Wolfsburg's half.

Son Heung-min's flying sprint figure silently burst out!

Center-back Knoche exerted all his strength, desperately chasing back, but couldn't catch up!

The ball landed on the grass!

The South Korean winger's speed did not decrease in the slightest!

He followed up with a touch!

Exploding with lightning-fast speed, he charged toward Wolfsburg's penalty area!

Sideline of the pitch.

Tuopu Laotou still hadn't recovered from shock: "Such a long pass over such a large range, actually doesn't need teammate adjustment?"

Dino murmured: "It's a weighted downspin pass! The power is too perfect! Li Kang's progress during the winter break is truly terrifying! He passed it out with his back to the goal... why is it so accurate?"

On the other side.

Heijin looked terrified.

He heavily slapped his thigh.

"Damn it! How does this kid have a bit of De Bruyne's style?"

The goalkeeper Castellers, in a situation of being isolated and without help, charged out of the penalty area!

Son Heung-min slowed down!

He hooked the ball with his left foot!

He shook off the opponent!

Facing an empty goal!

He pushed with his left foot!

There was no surprise at all.

The result of practicing 1000 shots every day!

The football rolled into Wolfsburg's goal!

0:1!

!

At the Volksparkstadion, the spectators were still savoring Leverkusen number 10's back-heel pass...

After a few seconds of silence, the home fans let out a series of sighs.

"Beautiful!"

"This goal went in!"

"Asian connection!"

"No tactical battle at all—Li Kang used an unreasonable long pass, precise guidance, to pierce Wolfsburg's high defensive line, helping his teammate create a great opportunity!"

"Terrifying vision! The perfect combination of awareness, power, and trajectory!"

"Li Kang's assist, Son Heung-min's one-on-one goal, Leverkusen took the lead!"

"The counterattack speed was too fast! Starting from Van Dijk's clearance, Leverkusen only needed three passes to pry open the opponent's door!"

Live broadcast room.

Bullet comments flooded the screen.

-【Li Mingdeng is awesome! 666!】

-【Always playing against Arsenal and Bayern, finally we can bully some weak teams!】

-【Simple and brutal! Backheel long pass! He must have turned on the full-map cheat!】

-【Aircraft carrier-type midfielder! Relying on the strong Gustavo, he can still calmly deliver precise guided passes!】

-【Good thing Son Heung-min shoots calmly, otherwise even a great pass would be useless against Giroud, Sterling, Morata, Lukaku, or Bashua Yin!】

-【Van Dijk is adapting well to the Bundesliga rhythm, and he also likes directing his defensive teammates, helping Li Kang reduce some pressure.】

On the sidelines.

Tuopu Laotou raised both fists, praising: "Damn, I love this feeling of scoring goals—no need to use your brain... just defeat the opponent!"

Dino glanced at the distant Heijin, who was frantically taking notes, and said: "Boss, Ditie Shixiong was the Bundesliga's best head coach last season!"

"Idiot, that's because they had De Bruyne last season!"

After scoring, Son Heung-min excitedly ran back to the center circle, raised his hand, and high-fived Li Kang to celebrate.

The few Leverkusen fans traveling with the team couldn't even hear any team songs or cheering voices.

Teammates gathered around one after another.

Van Dijk's inner feelings were overwhelming: being loaned to Leverkusen felt like winning the lottery.

In the distance.

Draxler was very disappointed.

The former "big heart" youngster had an unpleasant time at Wolfsburg.

He is a super genius produced by Schalke 04's youth academy, and two years ago people were still comparing him to Bale!

As early as several years ago, Real Madrid, Juventus, Bayern Munich, and Arsenal had already taken notice of him.

But out of his affection for Schalke 04 and his "mature" career plan, he didn't rush to transfer, and last summer he ultimately chose Wolfsburg as a stepping stone.

Unfortunately.

This season, he also didn't produce the destructive effect like De Bruyne did.

The match restarted from the center circle.

Schürrle passed the ball back to Gustavo.

"Arnold honestly returned to the defensive midfield position!"

"Even though they were behind, Wolfsburg didn't dare to play with a single defensive midfielder, Leverkusen's attacking force is very strong!"

The football was quickly passed around on the field.

Leverkusen's front-line players maintained high-intensity pressing.

Wolfsburg's midfield gradually lost control.

The home fans' momentum gradually weakened.

Near the center circle, Arnold, who was preparing to launch an attack, couldn't shake off Kislin's entanglement for a moment!

The following Brandt decisively kicked out with his black foot!

Pa!

The football was poked to the right flank!

Bolzhes chased after, took the ball, and then sprinted wildly, charging toward Wolfsburg's half!

"This ball was lost rather casually—take a look at Leverkusen's this attack!"

"The advancing speed is very fast!"

Heijin was very anxious, immediately rushed to the sideline to direct the players to conduct interceptions!

Although Borges was hesitant on the Champions League stage, he would never miss the chance to strike hard in the Bundesliga!

A simple change of pace and direction shook off the blocking Tresh!

At this moment.

Leverkusen's frontline players also found space!

Son Heung-min, Kießling, and Brandt surged forward in a fan-shaped attack!

Wolfsburg's defensive line was on high alert, but their pre-match man-marking preparations could not withstand the opponent's onslaught!

Thirty-meter zone.

Borges observed a solid-built Black man charging toward him.

He didn't need to think—instinctively, he passed the ball to the supporting Li Kang!

As long as the ball was passed to Li, all worries would vanish!

Li Kang hadn't felt this relaxed playing in a long time.

It felt like returning to his youth team days.

No overly complex tactical battles, no painful struggling to hold on.

Leverkusen's number 10 met the ball, gently lifting his left foot!

Smack!

Gustavo, trailing behind him, watched helplessly as the ball floated lightly into the penalty area!

All hopes shattered!

"One-touch pass!"

"Flawless through ball!"

"Too exaggerated! This is Leverkusen's midfield core!"

Leverkusen bench.

Bellarabi exclaimed: "Hakan, Li's long aerial pass is even better than yours!"

"If I played, the effect would be similar—Wolfsburg's midfield has lost even its final crushing power."

Calhanoglu frowned, sighing: "Where did Wolfsburg spend the money from selling De Bruyne?"