Chapter 141: Lewokusen, your core is back!

Barcelona.

Heavy rain poured down.

Robert drove back to Nou Camp.

He didn't return to his office, but excitedly went to find Enrique.

"This place is really luxurious; the tradition of Barcelona coaches over the generations is that cramped room under 20 square meters!"

"Tomorrow against Atlético Madrid, I hope nothing unexpected happens; as long as Leverkusen is eliminated, Barcelona will retain the Champions League, then no one can criticize us."

"What the hell is the La Masia number four position? Chelsea can't even get past this stage!"

Robert lit a cigar, scoffing.

Enrique frowned, lowered the TV volume, and said: "It's normal; even Messi at 18 couldn't get past this Chelsea stage, and Mourinho is the person who understands the La Masia number four position best in the world."

Robert exclaimed in surprise: "Don't joke; although I was in Japan those years, I heard that Mourinho was just a translator when he was at Barcelona."

Enrique shook his head and said: "In many crucial battles, it was he who commanded us to victory."

Robert clapped and laughed: "I don't care about all that; I just want to see Leverkusen eliminated."

Bayer Arena.

The match resumed.

After a few slow passes in Chelsea's backfield,

Leverkusen launched another attack.

Courtois launched the ball from the back.

After receiving the ball, Fabregas pressed down on the eager Yarmolenko.

He then passed it to William on the wing.

Leverkusen's defense was tested again...

From God's perspective.

All the event streams being replayed suddenly stalled...

Countless dense red arrow lines disappeared one by one.

The shadow in the brain shrank wildly.

Deconstruction complete...

Li Kang suddenly felt a surge of negative emotion.

Dejected.

He couldn't find any way to advance Leverkusen into the opponent's penalty area.

Not defeat.

Just advancement.

Just like when the China national team played Australia, the ball couldn't even get past midfield.

Minute 42 of the match.

The thirty-meter zone.

Hazard received a long switch pass from William.

He easily tore open Leverkusen's defense.

Bender and Kramer couldn't even see Chelsea's wing-back's movements.

Jonathan Tah gave chase with all his might, but couldn't catch up!

Van Dijk could only give up on Diego Costa, trying to provide cover and support!

At close range.

Hazard flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot.

The ball was lofted to the top of the penalty arc.

Matic surged forward and fired a volley!

Bang!

The goal frame shook violently.

The ball bounced out over the baseline.

"If Chelsea's luck were a bit better, the score would already be 0-3 or 0-4!"

"Last season, the star-studded Schalke 04 was exactly slaughtered by them five goals in the Champions League!"

"From kickoff to now, Leverkusen has been completely overpowered by Chelsea, with not a single chance to threaten the opponent's penalty area."

"Tuop's tactical idea was to give up possession, but Chelsea's players are just too good with the ball."

Matic clapped, encouraging his teammates.

Although he had been converted into a holding midfielder by Mourinho, he was already a top-tier attacking midfielder during his time at Benfica in the Primeira Liga.

Lai Nuo took the goal kick.

Papadopoulos nearly made another mistake under Oscar's pressure.

Fortunately, Li Kang reacted in time, allowing the ball to safely transition to midfield.

Li Kang passed the ball to the better-positioned Kramer.

He stopped the ball in an instant.

William, loitering nearby, suddenly burst forth with terrifying speed, rapidly closing in on ******!

The ball flew out of bounds!

"Chelsea's throw-in..."

Kramer, full of remorse, raised his hand toward Li Kang.

Li Kang shook his head, indicating it was fine.

In God's perspective.

Chelsea players maintained three lines.

Oscar, William, and Hazard in the midfield mainly targeted Leverkusen's midfield transition.

Matic and Fabregas in the defensive midfield were tasked with tearing apart Leverkusen's central channel.

On the back line, the two full-backs, Yin Wanovich and Aspilicueta, didn't need to push forward to join the attack, essentially acting as center backs.

Leverkusen's situation was extremely difficult.

The midfield couldn't find space, couldn't pass the ball.

A long ball from the back to find the striker?

Even if the pass were perfect.

Even the forwards and wingers who received the ball couldn't break through Chelsea's defensive blockade.

Even more terrifying:

This is merely Chelsea's tactic during this period...

What about after the deconstruction is complete?

Mourinho's tactics have hardly changed since he led Porto to win the Champions League.

Even though countless coaching staff have analyzed weaknesses and loopholes, he still managed to achieve a 150-match home unbeaten streak across nine consecutive seasons and four leagues.

Football is a game of eleven players fighting for space.

Beep! Beep-beep~

The head referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the first half.

Leverkusen players lowered their heads and left the field in dejection.

Captain Bender loudly encouraged his teammates.

It didn't help much.

Plots from hot-blooded anime won't become reality.

Chelsea players' moods didn't fluctuate much.

Especially goalkeeper Courtois, who after coming off the pitch quickly put on a coat.

It's too cold.

He hardly moved throughout the first half.

He didn't even have a chance to make a save.

Leverkusen locker room.

Dino reviewed the first-half tactical details, his tone dejected.

Actually, there wasn't much to review.

Leverkusen was completely outclassed by Chelsea in a dimensional strike.

Other powerhouse teams might suffer an upset.

This Chelsea side, they were the Premier League champions who led the table all last season and won the title.

Tuopu Laotou pulled Li Kang aside.

"Li, don't overthink it; in the second half, don't worry about defending—push your position forward!"

"Losing one goal is a loss, losing two is also a loss..."

"I don't mean the team has already lost; we still have a chance!"

Leverkusen's head coach has no ideas at all.

He feels he has been eliminated by the times.

This Chelsea side embodies Mourinho's painstaking effort.

Li Kang nodded, and a strange wooden talisman suddenly appeared in his hand.

A high-grade luck charm?

He gripped it slightly tighter.

The wooden talisman turned into specks of starlight, permeating the entire locker room.

Chelsea locker room.

Hiddink spoke encouragingly with a smile.

"If we keep playing like this, no one can stop us!"

"Our goal is the Champions League title!"

"Champion!"

Only William raised his fist in response.

The other Chelsea players' expressions were very calm.

Diego Costa reapplied his hair wax.

Hazard adjusted his shin guards.

Fabregas closed his eyes to rest.

"Everyone, take advantage of the time to rest."

Hiddink chuckled and walked out of the locker room.

The assistant coach said angrily, "Boss, they're not giving you any face, you're..."

Chelsea's head coach waved his hand:

"Shh, you should call me Boss for the Premier League team I coach!"

"They won't even give Mourinho face, why would they give me face?"

"Changing Chelsea's tactics? I've tried that before, and the result was a crushing defeat."

"Don't worry about off-field details; we'll get through this period smoothly, Chelsea is already looking for a new head coach!"

The fifteen-minute halftime break ended quickly.

"Good evening, friends, welcome back!"

"This is the live broadcast of the first leg of the 2015/16 UEFA Champions League quarter-finals!"

"Leverkusen versus Chelsea."

"The current score is 0-1!"

"Leverkusen made a substitution, bringing on Brandt and taking off Bellarabi."

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The second half officially began.

Chelsea in possession.

Diego Costa kicked off.

After a few slow passes, the ball came to Fabregas's feet.

Chelsea's number 4 suddenly accelerated.

It wasn't his running speed.

It was his passing speed.

Like a blade, an ultra-long diagonal through-ball.

It pierced Leverkusen's midfield defense.

Oscar and William swapped positions, but Papadopoulos couldn't keep up.

The ball slipped through the gap between the three!

It arrived at Yermakovich's feet.

"When did he start?"

"A simple, brutal attack!"

Kramer and Bendel quickly fell back.

It was no use.

Yermakovich didn't even think about going to the byline; he just kicked a cross!

The ball plummeted into Leverkusen's penalty area.

It precisely found Diego Costa's head.

Van Dijk threw himself in to block.

Thud!

Chelsea's striker's header blast was blocked out of the penalty area.

Calhanoglu rushed toward the landing spot.

At the same time.

William also lunged wildly after it.

By the sideline.

Tuopu Laotou felt utterly hopeless.

Dino anxiously stamped his foot.

Leverkusen's defense was in utter chaos.

If William wins that landing point, there will be many options to threaten the goal.

"Counting on Calhanoglu? Don't kid yourself!"

On the other side.

Hiddink had his hands in his pockets, his smile undiminished.

The coaching staff basically didn't even consider Calhanoglu.

Calhanoglu had just stopped the ball.

William came charging in.

"This ball is going to be lost... ah!"

"How did William fall down!"

"What a perfect drag-back move!"

Calhanoglu instinctively dragged the ball and turned, barely avoiding William's fallen body.

The crowd erupted!

The previously depressed home stands suddenly stirred!

At the moment of turning, Calhanoglu's left foot lashed out fiercely!

The ball traced a rainbow-like arc in the air, flying toward the center circle!

"Leverkusen, your core, has returned!"

"William lay on the turf, looking bewildered:"

"How could the grass be so slippery?"

"During pre-match analysis, the coaching staff had absolutely no data on this guy!"

【Advanced Lucky Charm has failed!】

By the sideline

Dino exclaimed: "Boss! Your arrangement is too perfect! The three-center-back, four-midfield system, let Hakan Calhanoglu serve as the ball-out point from the back! And put Li Ding up front!"

Tuopu Laotou's face turned embarrassed, and he coughed heavily.

On the other side.

Hiddink smiled and said: "Useless..."

Before he could finish speaking, his smile froze.

"What's going on!"

Near the midfield circle.

Li Kang's judgment of the landing point was extremely precise.

The shadow in his mind spread wildly.

The phantom of a young horse in his vision suddenly appeared.

Matic and Fabregas followed closely behind!

The moment the ball hit the ground!

Lewokusen's number 10 leapt up like a fierce beast!

The ball was headed one meter away.

Matic and Fabregas quickly took up positions.

The close-range audio equipment transmitted a fierce clash of bodies!

A shocking scene occurred!

Li Kang's body surged forward violently.

He forcefully crushed through the gap between the two!

"Beautiful!"

"What an admirable physical advantage!"

"Even two top Premier League defensive midfielders can't stop him!"

Matic and Fabregas were knocked to the ground.

They had no time to be shocked.

They quickly got up and gave chase.

Li Kang nudged the ball with his left foot.

The phantom of the young horse surged!

He accelerated again!

Brandt and Son Heung-min sprinted down the flanks, quickly providing support!

"Three versus three!"

"Lewokusen's best attacking opportunity!"

Terry remained calm, directing Azpilicueta on one side while increasing the distance between himself and Cahill.

He's getting old.

Dealing with Lewokusen's number 10, such a beast, still has to be left to Cahill.

Li Kang sprinted all the way.

In God's perspective.

Terry and Azpilicueta cut off their connection with the two teammates.

Cahill was like a wall.

The True Eye emitted thick black smoke.

The thirty-meter area.

"The showdown between Li Kang and Cahill!"

"Huh?"

Li Kang eased his speed.

In his vision, a red-and-blue jersey phantom suddenly appeared!

Ronaldinho!

Devilish curve!

He lightly pushed the ball forward with his left foot.

He began his run-up.

With each step he took.

The black phantom grew ever clearer.

The positive energy it emitted wildly devoured Li Kang's consciousness!

The chasing Matic and Fabregas were just a fingertip away from touching Lewokusen's number 10's jersey!

Li Kang's steps, movements, and the phantom gradually synchronized!

He arrived before the ball.

He completely overlapped with the black phantom.

In God's perspective.

Suddenly, a shooting line filled with rolling black smoke appeared!

BayArena, silent as a tomb.

Everyone stared intently at the Bei lai yin genius on the field!

A flawless shooting posture.

Bang!

Accompanied by a loud boom.

The ball rose off the ground, drawing a strange arc in midair, and flew toward Chelsea's goal!

Cahill stared, mouth agape.

How is that kid laughing?

Courtois was very calm.

He leapt high, trying to palm away this not-so-powerful long shot!

Just as he was about to defuse the danger with both hands.

A strange scene unfolded!

The ball seemed like a kite with its string cut.

Suddenly it accelerated.

Suddenly it plummeted.

It silently brushed past his fingertips!

It grazed the crossbar.

It fell into the goal.

1:1!

!

Time seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Tens of thousands of fans at the BayArena let out a gasp in unison.

"Devil's arc!"

"Unbelievable long shot!"

"Beautiful!"

"The ball went in!"

"Young Li Kang, with an unfathomable arc long shot, easily broke through Chelsea's goal!"

"Lewokusen equalized the score! Too unexpected!"

The livestream.

The big screen replayed the goal here in slow motion.

Comments flooded the screen wildly.

-【Li Mingdeng is awesome! 666!】

-【How is such a ball kicked? The power isn't great, yet the arc is so strange？】

-【The ball is round！】

-【A miraculous foot technique！】

-【Is Courtois just wanting to get a drink? His positioning is off！】

-【Chelsea's defensive heavenly team didn't even get a chance to face Li Mingdeng head-on！】

-【Will this ball be counted as an assist for Calhanoglu？】

-【If William doesn't slip, how could Lewokusen pass the ball？】