Chapter 147

Minianyuo frowned, clutching his hair, and shouted: "Everyone, take a twenty-minute break!"

The Spanish assistant coach didn't expect such a result.

Clearly, Li Kang's performance could be described as perfect, completely controlling the match.

No need for adjustment, a plug-and-play genius midfielder.

But the chaotic forward line and thin defense were hard to bear.

Pedro's positioning was top-notch, but he always liked to drop back to receive the ball.

Nolito performed exceptionally this season, but he's not a traditional inside forward.

Morata... never mind, he only performs normally when playing against Barcelona, Real Madrid, or Bayern.

In the peak clash between Juventus and Bayern Munich two days ago, this guy descended like a god, scored twice, and ignited the entire stadium.

Training match?

Even the near-perfect Cocu, if switched to defensive midfielder, could make him bleed.

As for the back line, better not mention it.

In short.

Team A's hundreds of passes are still less threatening than Team B's Cocu, Cazorla, and David Silva's three touches in a counterattack.

"Boss, Li-led club teammates can reach the Champions League quarterfinals... it seems the Leverkusen coaching staff still has some ability, but they gave no advice to the national team!"

Minianyuo said helplessly.

In terms of individual player strength, the Spanish national team is much stronger than Leverkusen club.

The fall of the peak bullfighter dynasty has many, many factors; elaborating would take two days and two nights and still not be finished.

Now, to solve the worries: we must find Li Kang's "user manual."

Bosque stroked his little mustache, rubbed his big belly, and gently said: "We still have time; this afternoon, let's try to free Li from the task of organizing and linking."

Minianyuo nodded, as if recalling something.

He quickly grabbed the national team's jacket and rushed toward Li Kang.

"The weather is too cold, don't catch a chill!"

Yinniesita originally planned to use "love" to influence Li Kang.

He had prepared the topic content: companions, village, bonds.

But with the training match loss... everything turned to nothing.

Busquets asked doubtfully: "Li, is this your first time losing a match?"

Li Kang shook his head.

Losing or winning in training matches is normal.

Setting aside victory or defeat, he greatly enjoys "Xavi's" style of play.

Controlling the whole situation, ultimate midfield dominance.

That is the perfect possession system that has won all world honors, fundamentally not needing overly complex thinking.

Other systems, in its presence, can only passively wait for opportunities.

If there were a top-tier "false nine" up front, or the Spanish twin stars...

The Spanish national team would very likely return to the world's summit.

Although the match was lost, Li Kang's performance conquered all teammates.

Spanish stars all enthusiastically greeted him.

David Silva asked: "Li, do you value rhythm control more or advancement efficiency? We at Manchester City..."

Cocu quickly interrupted: "Li, the number 6 jersey suits you perfectly; we at Atlético..."

Carvajal hastily pulled Cocu Xiao Pang aside, displeased: "Jorge, you were Xavi's successor in the youth team, now what? You've gained a circle, even been remade into half an engineer; Li suits Real Madrid more..."

Yinniesita walked at the end of the line, expression bitter: Li Kang is clearly our La Masia number four...

Morata is different, silent and speechless.

After everyone dispersed.

He quietly approached Li Kang, lowered his voice: "Li, which club will you transfer to next season? Be sure to tell me in advance."

Real Madrid's higher-ups want to activate the buy-back clause in the summer window, to bring the reverse-foot god striker back to Bernabéu.

But Morata feels his chance to return to Real Madrid isn't great either; how can he compete with BBC?

Chelsea privately approached him and offered very tempting conditions: Li Kang is very likely to also descend upon Stamford Bridge.

Li Kang nodded seriously.

If Morata doesn't shoot, he's a top-tier god striker with all attributes maxed.

Two days later.

The Bullfighter Legion and the Samba Legion simultaneously arrived at the battlefield.

Seville is located in southern Yin Biliya Peninsula, Spain's only city with an inland river port.

The Guadalquivir River flows through, echoing with the riverside architectural ruins, narrating the historical traces left by the Moors.

Li Kang walked out of the high-speed rail station.

He saw the huge banner welcoming him and Ramos.

The LED screens on nearby high-rise buildings also rolled their photos.

Tens of thousands of fans surged forward.

"Lee!

!"

"Lee!

"!"

"Lee!

"!

Security personnel hurriedly escorted Li Kang onto the national team bus.

Casola couldn't help but sigh: "When did Li become so popular in Seville? I've never heard of this."

Ramos smiled: "Lewokusen and the media in southern Yin Biliya have a deep cooperative relationship; after each Bundesliga match ends, they frantically push Li's highlight reels."

This is the hometown of Real Madrid's center-back.

He came from Seville's youth academy, entered the first team at 17, and rose to fame.

The national team bus slowly drove along the riverbank.

Miniano whispered: "Boss, Li's medical report shows no issues."

Bosque nodded: "We must protect Li well; the friendly match must not affect his Champions League form—don't learn from the Argentine Football Association, who once treated young Messi as an iron man, making him play full matches in insignificant games."

Morata sat beside Li Kang, excitedly saying: "Li, don't be nervous; the first team is just that—just pass the ball, I'll find space!"

Yinniesita and David Silva remained silent.

Seville, Hu'an Chang.

Crowds packed the stadium, seats filled to capacity.

"CTV5! CTV5! Good evening, viewers!"

"Now broadcasting: the 2016 International A-level Friendly Match!"

"Spain vs. Brazil!"

"The downfall of the peak bullfighter dynasty originated in the 2013 Confederations Cup, when they lost to the Samba army!"

"The Brazil coach, after enduring hardship, took over a national team gradually dimming with stars, and ten years later, finally awaited the golden era of talent bursting forth!"

"I am the commentator for this match: Duan Xuan!"

"Now introducing the starting lineups for both sides!"

"Spain's formation is 4-1-4-1!"

"Goalkeeper: De Gea!"

"Left back: Alba!"

"Center-backs: Pique partnered with Ramos!"

"Right back: Carvajal!"

"Single defensive midfielder: Busquets!"

"Central midfielders: David Silva, Yinniesita, Casola, Coke!"

"Striker: Morata!"

Live broadcast room.

Netizens laughed.

-【Dreaming back to the 2008 European Cup's orthodox formation! But back then, the single defensive midfielder was Senna! Busquets has left the Harvey Alonso system—can he alone block Brazil's top attack line?】

-【Why isn't Li Mingdeng playing? Were Fabregas and Diego Costa not called up this time?】

-【The reason is simple: in the Champions League quarter-finals, Lewokusen and Chelsea suffered the most, so player fitness recovery must be considered comprehensively.】

-【With this lineup, can they still not beat Brazil?】

"Brazil's formation is 4-3-3!"

"Goalkeeper: Alisson!"

"Left back: Marcelo!"

"Center-backs: Thiago Silva partnered with David Luiz!"

"Right back: Alves!"

"Single defensive midfielder: Casemiro!"

"Central midfielders: Coutinho, William!"

"Forwards: Neymar, Hulk, Jonas!"

-【Who is Alisson? A Brasileirão goalkeeper? Why not bring the La Liga goalkeeper?】

-【This five-star Brazil lineup, aside from the goalkeeper... no flaws, explosive attacking power, right?】

-【Brazil has been Europeanized—aside from Neymar and Marcelo, there's zero flair, only dirty counterattacks; Dunga is a connection-based appointment.】

-【Missing Scolari, missing the magical quartet and Kaká.】

-【Your focus is wrong—look at the full-backs of both teams.】

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The match officially began.

Li Kang sat on the bench, God's perspective began analyzing the match.

Five minutes.

He gave up.

Dunga's tactics had no details.

Relying on individual player strength, they played the most basic defensive counterattack.

Yielding to the strong, firm against the weak.

The ball flew quickly under the feet of top midfielders.

Spain firmly controlled possession, launching a siege on Brazil's penalty area.

To fans, it felt like: a goal could come at any moment, yet the ball just wouldn't reach the dangerous zone.

The 18th minute of the match.

Yinniesita, near the midfield, received a through pass from Busquets.

He subtly accelerated.

He is the team's gearshift.

Since I can't pass it through, I'll do it myself.

Casemiro and Coutinho quickly closed down.

Only to see Yinniesita dip his shoulder, cutting to the right!

Coutinho immediately lunged in with a tackle!

Casemiro decisively kicked out!

In the blink of an eye.

Yinniesita pushed with the inside of his right foot!

The ball rolled to the left!

Skillfully evading the interception of two Brazilian stars.

He gently pushed again with his left foot!

His whole body glided to the top of the penalty arc!

Agile beyond compare!

Hu'an Chang, thunderous applause!

Spanish fans were ecstatic!

"Brilliant beyond compare!"

"Fried balls! The most authentic fried balls!"

"This is Yinniesita!"

Thiago Silva steadily retreated.

David Luiz, unable to contain his impulse, decisively lunged forward.

With a slap!

The ball, like a sharp blade, pierced through layers of defense, sliding toward the right side of the penalty area!

A slender figure miraculously burst forth!

David Silva!

Brazilian goalkeeper Alisson reacted in time, he shuffled his steps to adjust his position, blocking the angle of the opponent's shot!

Clap!

Manchester City's midfield superstar struck the ball with one touch!

Still a perfectly timed diagonal pass!

The ball skimmed past Thiago's shorts, rolling to the right side of the penalty area!

"So beautiful!"

"Pleasing to the eye!"

"Morata!"

Besides shooting, Morata's other abilities are world-class.

Including his sense of smell, awareness, and positioning.

He came charging forward.

He met the ball.

Time seemed to stand still.

No one was marking him.

Alisson's positioning and orientation still leaned toward the left.

Almost an open goal.

Yes.

Morata is very good at creating the optimal shooting environment for himself!

Thud!

He pushed hard with the instep of his right foot!

The ball screamed as it hammered toward the bottom right corner of Brazil's goal!

Spanish fans cheered and leapt with joy!

Dunga's face turned ashen.

Minaño was overjoyed.

There was no expected goal scene.

The ball barely slid out over the baseline.

The cheers came to an abrupt halt.

Bosque painfully covered his forehead.

Could it even not go in?

"What a pity!"

"Spain's attack is extremely fluid, highly entertaining, but Morata's final touch lacked some timing."

Duan Xuan was quite helpless.

Morata's shots always fly out over the baseline, hugging the post or crossbar...

Can it ultimately be categorized under the level of superb marksmanship?

Morata's expression was vexed as he forcefully struck the turf.

Yinniesita shook his head helplessly.

Diego Costa was not called up, so the strongest center forward is Morata.

As for Aduriz? His abilities in other aspects still fall short by a notch.

David Silva gave a thumbs-up to his teammates.

His psychological resilience is relatively strong.

After all, his forward teammates at Manchester City are Sterling.

Alisson kicked the ball long from the goal kick.

The football descended toward the midfield circle.

Hulk adjusted his position, attempting to trap the ball with his chest.

He plays for the Russian Super League powerhouse—Zenit.

Very confident:

With this group of Spanish midfield midgets, who can rival me for supremacy?

In a flash.

He saw a tall figure charging toward him.

Ramos?

This guy is a defender?

How did he come running to contest the ball in the midfield circle!

Thud!

Although Hulk is a devilishly muscular man, his leaping and aerial ability are far inferior to that of Real Madrid's center back!

Ramos leapt high into the air.

He flicked the ball with his head to redirect it.

The football was headed toward Cazorla near the midfield circle!

Arsenal's mainstay did not hesitate, lightly laying off the ball with his left foot.

No adjustment was needed at all.

He is a top-tier midfielder with balanced feet.

The football bounced off the ground in an instant.

He exerted force with his right foot!

Thud!

At the Juan Athletic Stadium, it seemed as if fireworks were rising.

"Beautiful!"

"Cazorla's vision is too strong! This low, long pass shattered Brazil's triple defensive line!"

"Morata!"

"He finally wasn't offside!"

"One-on-one."

The coordination between Ramos and Cazorla.

Caught Brazil's defensive line off guard.

When Thiago Silva and David Luiz completed their turn.

Only the back of Spain's number 7 jersey could be seen.

Morata's awareness and explosive speed are top-notch.

The passion of Spanish fans was reignited once again!

Could anyone possibly miss two consecutive sure-goal chances?

He's wearing the number 7, after all!

That number is equivalent to a goal-scoring number.

Raúl.

Villa.

The number 7 holds legendary significance in the Spanish national team!

Everyone's gaze followed the football's trajectory, shifting to Brazil's backfield.

The moment the football touched the ground.

Morata followed up smoothly.

His ability to combine with the ball is equally outstanding.

He is the perfect template of a top-tier striker!

The isolated Alisson, as if facing a formidable enemy.

He has always played in the Brazilian Serie A, yearning for Europe.

Less than two minutes.

Is he about to endure consecutive tests from Europe's elite marksmen?

Too terrifying!

He must not come out!

Hold the goal line!

Morata is very smart.

During the rush, he also observed the opposing goalkeeper's positioning.

Alisson not coming out?

Perfect!

Thud!

Juventus' striker unleashed a powerful shot!

The football screamed toward Brazil's goal!

Dunga was anxious and uneasy.

Minaño clenched his fists.

Bosque turned his head to one side.

Thud!

Accompanied by the violent shaking of the goal frame.

The football flew out over the baseline.

Alisson looked bewildered: European top striker... is this all?

Dunga laughed.

Minaño stomped his feet in anger.

Bosque couldn't help but vomit.

"Oh no, another great chance wasted!"

"Spain has the advantage but can't score!"

"In football's law, wasting chances brings punishment!"

Morata sighed, turned around, and gave a thumbs-up to Cazorla.

Kurtini covered his mouth, trying hard not to laugh.

Not only he wanted to laugh.

Spain's teammates also wanted to laugh.

This friendly match was very "friendly."

On the sidelines.

Li Kang and Aduriz took off their vests and began warming up.

The Bilbao forward said: "Li, Morata is very well-rounded. If I were substituted in, the game would fall into a stalemate of positional warfare. I lack his awareness, movement, and instinct."

Although Aduriz is Basque, he is honest and simple-minded, never stingy with praise for other players.

How simple-minded is he?

When idle, he participates in unpaid public welfare activities.

In his career, during several crucial matches, Aduriz dribbled into the penalty area and fell, the referee deemed it a penalty, he immediately protested, claiming he tripped himself...

Fortunately, Bilbao's fans and head coach can tolerate his fair-play sportsmanship.

Minute 34 of the match.

David Silva, Cazorla, and Yinniesita engaged in extreme pulling.

Helped Coke create an excellent passing lane.

Atlético Madrid's midfield lived up to expectations.

A graceful chip pass.

Skillfully tore open Samba Legion's iron barrel formation.

Morata shook off defense, shook off a volley shot.

Alisson stood dazed like a wooden chicken.

The football flew toward the stands.

At the Juan Athletic Stadium, some fans began to leave.

The patience of Seville locals is limited.

In the livestream room.

-【As for spitting buns, I just admire Morata!】

-【Teammate issues, they should pass the ball to Morata's head! Morata's nickname isn't for nothing!】

-【Spain's control is strong enough! Brazilian frontline players barely touch the ball, haven't seen Neymar's figure in a long time.】

-【It's Dunga being too weak, remolding Brazil into overly utilitarian play, killing player creativity. At this level, they might not even beat Peru in this year's Copa América! When will we see the glory of five-star Samba again!】

-【Indeed, a top-tier T0.5 showdown. If replaced by Li Kang's club teammates, facing Brazil's defense would absolutely yield no shooting chance!】

-【Joking, Thiago Silva and David Luiz's central defensive pairing would only look slightly embarrassed against this group of T0.5 midfielders.】

-【See how Bosque will use Li Mingdeng.】

-【Li Kang won't be as tired as at club level? Again playing dad and mom.】

-【Two major problems in today's football world: "Li Mingdeng's User Manual" and "Where exactly should Pogba play in midfield?"】

"Morata, three times at the goal and no score!"

"We see young Li Kang standing on the sidelines."

"Is Spain going to substitute now? They've only played 35 minutes in the first half!"

"Oh! Friendly match, still mainly for training!"

Training what damn soldiers.

Bosque is about to go mad with anger.

He leaned in close to Li Kang's ear, seriously explaining the details of the tactical adjustment.

Outside the center circle line.

The fourth official raised the LED substitution number board.

"Take off Morata! Put on Li Kang! This isn't just a like-for-like substitution!"

"The Spanish team is about to return to the strikerless formation era!"

Morata, with an apologetic expression, quickly ran to the sideline and fist-bumped and embraced Li Kang.

Li Kang stepped onto the green field in an instant.

The system notification sound softly rang out.

【Ding! Detected that you have entered the European peak lineup!】

【Mission triggered: The legendary birth of Yin Biliya!】

【Mission brief: Enjoy the match well.】

【Mission reward: Unlock the Yin Biliya Peninsula achievement!】