Chapter 144: Chicken Soup for the Soul (Deadly Poison, Proceed with Caution.)

Barcelona

Holy Cross Hospital

Kruyin Fu shifted his pillow, saying: "I'm tired, turn off the TV and go rest."

Rula wondered: "Teacher, the match hasn't ended yet..."

Kruyin Fu said: "There's nothing to watch; he personally experienced Mourinho's defensive philosophy, maybe he'll break through at Stamford Bridge."

Rula suddenly understood, after adjusting the old man's bed angle, he limped away.

He came from La Masia youth academy, making his debut in 1988 under Kruyin Fu.

Unfortunately, he had his leg broken in the Champions League, ending his career early.

Bayer Arena

Hiddink looked slightly panicked, making an exaggerated hand-raising gesture toward the players.

If that kid successfully orchestrates another attack, the consequences would be unimaginable,

Chelsea all retreated to the edge of the penalty area.

Forming a "bus defense".

Even Diego Costa retreated to in front of the back line.

"As the match nears its end, veteran coach Hiddink is very cautious."

"Chelsea holds the advantage of an away goal; being able to withdraw intact from Bei lai yin is also a good result!"

Li Kang received the throw-in thrown by Brandt.

He slowed the pace, looked up toward Chelsea's goal...

For a moment, he didn't know how to kick.

From God's perspective.

All Chelsea players gathered in front of the penalty area.

The formation revealed determination and resolve...

No loophole could be found.

The three completed defensive lines seemed to merge into an "iron fortress".

The wingers William and Hazard on both flanks were truly: can retreat to defend, can advance but still... defend.

Sideline.

Tuopu Laotou frantically gestured, reminding Van Dijk and Jonathan Tah not to push too far forward.

Chelsea's counterattack storm is absolutely one of the sharpest and most terrifying things in the world.

Dino muttered: "Boss, as long as Chelsea doesn't want to win, they won't lose."

Tuopu Laotou stared: "What nonsense are you spouting?"

The scene fell into dullness.

The LED scoreboard above the pitch remained at 1:1.

Fans from both sides shouted hoarsely, chanting their respective team slogans.

Lewokusen lacked the ability to threaten Chelsea's defensive system.

Even if Li Kang's through balls and long passes were exquisite, teammates couldn't outmatch the blue army players.

Whether it was physical confrontation, ball trajectory prediction, attack/defense awareness, or timing of challenges.

Chelsea completely outclassed Lewokusen's matched opponents.

Fatigue and loss once again occupied the home fans' thoughts.

Minute 84 of the match.

Chelsea's thirty-meter zone in the first half.

Brandt tried to lure Mikel out.

A side-step lateral run.

Suddenly he saw Chalhanoğlu pass the ball over.

The two didn't think alike!

Matic surged forward, cutting off the passing lane!

"Oh no! This mistake shouldn't happen!"

"Chelsea's counterattack is coming!"

"Yin Wanovich, William, and Hazard simultaneously activated on both flanks!"

"So fast!"

Matic made a burst dash.

He sounded the horn of the counterattack.

Lewokusen players quickly retreated to defend.

From God's perspective.

Chelsea players surged forward like ferocious tigers descending the mountain, wildly charging toward Lewokusen's half.

Li Kang quickly ran back.

In his view, the phantom of the young colt reappeared, only becoming more blurred.

Matic attracted most of Lewokusen's midfielders.

Facing Chalhanoğlu, Bender, and Kramer's obstruction.

He hesitated not at all.

He tapped the heel of his back foot.

The football rolled toward the back.

"Eh?"

"Wow!"

Fabregas moved toward the football.

The body leaned back.

He swung his arms.

He kicked.

Bang!

Above the Bayer Arena, a flawless beautiful rainbow was traced again!

"The hub of attack-defense transition!"

"Europe's assist king!"

Hazard burst forth with astonishing speed, breaking through the midfield line!

The football precisely landed at his feet.

At the same time.

Papadopoulos and Jonathan T. completed the double-team!

"Lewokusen's central defenders performed well this time."

"They cut off Hazard's forward path..."

Just as the words were spoken,

An unbelievable scene occurred.

Hazard made no feint.

He was surrounded by a heavy encirclement.

He suddenly accelerated.

His footwork was dreamlike and illusory.

He nudged it little by little.

He made two small changes of direction in succession.

He forcefully squeezed through the gap between Lewokusen's two central defenders.

Simple.

Efficient.

The man went past, and the ball went past too.

Papadopoulos and Jonathan T. were completely confused.

The two could not clearly see the movements of Chelsea's wide midfielder.

They came to their senses.

All that remained was seeing the back of Chelsea's number 10.

"The perfect combination of power and speed!"

"Classic moment!"

"Hazard!"

-【Yang Kun awesome!】

-【World-class dribbling, so cool, visual impact exploding!】

-【Am I watching a sci-fi movie?】

-【World third, ball king!】

-【I heard Real Madrid is very interested in Hazard.】

-【Why are you guys typing so fast?】

At the edge of the field.

Tuopu Laotou stared wide-eyed.

Dino nervously said: "We still have Van Dijk... Van Dijk!"

On the other side.

Hiddink jumped up excitedly, continuously waving his fists.

Chelsea fans cheered wildly.

They will not envy Barcelona and Real Madrid, because they have Hazard!

Hazard swayed his big buttocks, charging toward Lewokusen's penalty area.

Van Dijk frantically retreated.

"William is in position!"

"Chelsea's front line is two versus one!"

"Why does Van Dijk always retreat? Too conservative, should challenge head-on!"

"He didn't retreat toward Hazard? How is he retreating along the middle? He actually gave up the flank space."

"So the purpose was to block the passing link between Hazard and William."

"And he raised his hand to stop Lai Nuo from advancing?"

"Oh! He wants to set up a flank trap! To lure Hazard to dribble toward the flank!"

"This way, Lai Nuo defends the near post, Van Dijk then presses to seal the far post before the box, leaving Hazard no shooting angle."

Duan Xuan and He Wei's commentary came in rapid succession.

I'm about to run out of breath.

Hazard had tangled with Van Dijk during his Premier League stint.

He won't be fooled easily.

His pass is also top-notch.

Smack!

In the midst of a high-speed charge.

The ball actually left his right foot lightly!

Gracefully slipped past the Dutch central defender's head!

Van Dijk looked utterly bewildered.

Lai Nuo was terrified out of his wits.

Tuopu Laotou trembled all over.

Dino covered his forehead.

Hiddink couldn't help but let out a foolish laugh.

Bei lai yin was once again shrouded in despair.

William smoothly took the ball.

His feet moved like wind and fire wheels.

"Open goal!"

"Will there be a finishing strike?!"

"He's going to shoot..."

Just as the Chelsea winger lifted his foot to shoot.

A figure loomed in front of him!

Thud!

The ball smashed hard into the face of Lewokusen's number 10!

The crowd erupted in an uproar!

William blinked: This kid blocked his cannon shot again?

No time to imagine.

The ball bounced behind the two of them.

William quickly turned around, trying to regain control of the ball.

He ran two steps.

Suddenly he felt a terrifying force coming from behind.

He staggered.

All he could see was the back of the number 10 jersey.

He wanted to reach out and grab Li Kang's hem.

So close, yet out of reach.

"A splendid block!"

"Li Kang defused the danger again!"

"Never give up until the last moment!"

"Huh? He's getting ready to..."

Li Kang felt the intense pain coming from his face.

In God's perspective.

Chelsea's counterattack formation was no longer that iron fortress.

The opponent had no time to rebuild the bus.

Everyone's defensive spacing could no longer be maintained.

Like shattered glass.

Countless flaws were revealed.

The best moment.

In his vision, a towering, elegant phantom suddenly appeared.

Number 10.

Lu Yinkesita.

The photographer behind the billboard went crazy snapping shots.

In the frame.

The bruised and swollen Lewokusen number 10.

His posture was elegant.

He lightly lifted his foot.

Thud!

The ball was like a scalpel.

It perfectly split the Bayer Stadium lengthwise.

Bayer Stadium, exclamations rang nonstop.

In everyone's eyes, disbelief shone!

Hiddink's face turned deathly pale!

An unstoppable ultra-long-distance through ball!

A counterattack within a counterattack!

Chelsea players couldn't get back in time, oh dear!

Calhanoglu!

Fabregas was dazed!

He can make an accurate aerial long pass over forty meters.

But he believes he cannot deliver a perfectly timed ground through ball like that.

That kid... is a monster, huh?

He actually seized the perfect moment when Chelsea's defensive formation was chaotic during their counterattack.

Near the midfield circle.

Calhanoglu never imagined Li Kang would pass the ball to him!

He gritted his teeth, summoned all his strength, and sprinted madly!

Cahill instinctively turned.

Too bad.

His only weakness is that he turns too slowly!

He could only watch as Calhanoglu slipped past him from the side, moving toward the slowing ball!

What about Terry?

He's keeping an eye on Son Heung-min!

Who would have thought this wasn't the 'Asian connection' this time!

Calhanoglu has played as a winger before.

At the moment of touching the ball.

The shooter's genes, dormant in his body for years, seemed to be reawakened.

His blood continued to heat up throughout his body.

Boiling!

It's the shooter's boiling.

Bei lai yin, your king, has returned!

Let me tear through Chelsea's throat!

At the Bayer Arena, the atmosphere reached its peak!

Sorrow and ecstasy!

All eyes were fixed on the Star and Moon people on the field!

At this moment.

All the spotlights shone as if only on two people.

Calhanoglu.

Courtois.

"A breakaway!"

"The most exciting moment!"

"Can he overturn the score?"

"Calhanoglu the Ball King!"

Reality is often much crueler than fantasy.

Speed is relative.

When the referee's figure appears on camera.

The spectators felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them.

"Calhanoglu the Ball King"'s sprint speed is way too slow!

The referee quickly caught up to Calhanoglu.

Immediately after.

Cahill and Terry also caught up.

Calhanoglu's face turned red from holding his breath, and the shooting passion inside him had nowhere to vent!

Bang!

He struck hard with his right foot.

The ball whooshed out over the baseline!

"Too bad!"

"What a waste of a great breakaway chance!"

"Too slow!"

"Look at the replay, Li Kang's choice was fine; Brandt, Kiessling, and Son Heung-min were all marked by opposing players."

"On the contrary, Calhanoglu wasn't given enough attention."

"The regular 90 minutes are about to end!"

"Let's see how much injury time will be added!"

Calhanoglu dropped to his knees, embarrassed, burying his head in the turf.

Cahill and Terry exchanged a glance.

In his career, he's never actually encountered such a poor breakaway chance.

Two people hurried forward and patted Chalhanoğlu's shoulder.

The main referee blew the whistle to stop the match.

Indicated for the team doctor to come onto the field.

Tuopu Laotou quickly handed the team doctor a brand-new No. 10 jersey.

According to FIFA convention.

In regular matches, clubs should prepare four replacement jerseys for each player before the game.

Li Kang's black jersey was stained red by nosebleed.

The team doctors rushed onto the field anxiously.

Facing the battered and bruised Lewokusen No. 10.

One side stifling laughter, the other side earnestly treating.

The live broadcast room.

Bullet comments flew across the screen.

Sure enough, counterattacks are the most exciting! A counterattack within a counterattack is even more exciting!

Van Dijk's defensive performance this time was solid; Li Mingdeng's recovery speed is impressive, his running line seems to have anticipated Hazard's lofted pass.

He got hit hard in the face... Good thing Li Mingdeng doesn't do many ad endorsements.

I pictured Li Mingdeng bleeding on the field in a dashing heroic pose, but it turned out to be just a nosebleed.

The director is terrible, why keep giving Li Mingdeng constant face close-ups?

Li Kang was fine.

After changing into the new jersey, the team doctor hurried off the field.

The fourth official raised the time board.

Injury time: 5 minutes.

The main referee signaled for the match to resume.

Hiddink was anxiously on the sidelines, frantically making the "press down" gesture to the players.

"Damn it, slow down the tempo!"

"Don't let Lewokusen's monster threaten the goal again!"

His mood was like riding a roller coaster for 90 minutes.

Courtois's long goal kick went awry.

Kramer leapt high near the midfield circle and laid the ball off to Lewokusen's No. 10.

Li Kang stopped the ball with his left foot, encountering no pressure or challenge.

Chelsea re-formed the bus.

The whole team retreated to defend.

From God's perspective.

There was simply no defensive gap to be found in the blue team.

Tactical mentor Belenta once said: "When you encounter an unsolvable difficulty, think more of your family and friends, don't give up on yourself."

Familiar faces flashed through memory one after another.

Sophia's foster mother.

Bilanova.

Wo Le Er.

Feiniaojiang.

Had no effect.

Chicken soup for the soul can never solve real-world problems.

In a fleeting moment.

Memory lingered on the night in Feertins small town.

The shadow in the brain instantly spread to the extreme.

The Chelsea system after deconstruction.

Seemed not to be impregnable.

Can this also be hacked?

All around the stands, fans involuntarily rose to their feet.

Lewokusen actually began to besiege Chelsea!

The No. 10 on the green field.

One side constantly gesturing to direct teammates.

The other side shuttling back and forth with diagonal runs.

Gradually.

Each of his touches made Chelsea's defense loosen further.

Each of his passes made his teammates' forward runs tighter.

The football resembled a butterfly, dancing gracefully before Chelsea's steel fortress.

"The silent leader!"

"Li Kang leads Lewokusen, probing the depths of Chelsea's defense... vertically!"

"The rhythm of loose and tight passes, the lines have proper tension and relaxation."

"Occasional explosive shots hide deadly intent."

The pressure on Chelsea players is huge!

The pressure is indeed huge.

Especially the Blues' veterans.

Being played like this by Li Kang, they expend enormous stamina.

The last few minutes of injury time were agonizing.

Dead-ball phase.

Terry rallied his teammates.

How could the iron-blooded Blues suffer defeat at Bei lai yin!

On the sidelines.

Tuopu Laotou, Dino, the teammates on the bench, all the staff, unable to hold back, joined the fans in shouting:

Leverkusenallez!

!

Leverkusenallez!

!

Leverkusenallez!

!

Hiddink's hands, hidden in his pockets, kept trembling.

The opponents' chant, reaching the Chelsea manager's ears, was like a dirge from hell!

Finally.

As Li Kang's powerful long-range shot arced over the crossbar,

The referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the match.

Lewokusen 1:1 Chelsea!

The suspense over qualification will be revealed at Stamford Bridge!