Chapter 149: How is Spain's number 6 so much stronger than Lewokusen's number 10?

Good evening, friends and viewers, welcome back.

The players from both sides have returned to the field.

In the closing stage of the first half, the Spain team gained a leading advantage.

Both head coaches made no substitution adjustments during halftime.

What tactical changes will the second half bring? Let's wait and see!

Beep!

Accompanied by a whistle from the main referee.

The second half officially began.

Brazil team possession.

Hao Ke kicked off, laterally passing to Ruo Na Si.

Ruo Na Si's life experience is fantastical, belonging to a plot that movies dare not film and novels dare not write.

He was originally a university student majoring in pharmaceutical studies.

At age 20, by chance, he participated in a trial for a certain club in Brazil's second division.

From then on, he headed toward the peak of his life.

After arriving in Europe, he also scored the second-fastest goal in UEFA Champions League history!

The opponent was precisely Lewokusen.

Hao Ke swayed his big butt, charging toward the Spain team's half.

Ruo Na Si passed the ball back to Ka Sai Mi Luo.

The Real Madrid defensive midfielder is tired playing for the national team and also bears the responsibility of organizing and linking.

The Brazil team's midfield and forward players sprinted frantically.

Thud!

Ka Sai Mi Luo leaned his body, delivering a powerful long pass.

The ball flew toward the right flank of the Spain team's half.

William, already in position, with his back to Alba, stopped the ball with his chest.

Ke Ke's defensive support was very timely.

It seemed they could intercept the ball.

A sturdy, solid figure emerged.

A Er Wei Si!

He displayed agility and quickness starkly contrasting his appearance.

With the inside of his right foot he first flicked the ball, causing Ke Ke to lunge at empty air.

Then, with his left foot he followed up, accelerating swiftly down the flank.

"Beautiful!"

"Some Spain fans couldn't help but cheer, because A Er Wei Si once was a hero of this city."

Deng Jia waved his arms and legs, directing the players to launch a massive attack.

The Brazil team's speed of advance on the left flank kept increasing.

Nei Ma Er and Wei Lian exchanged positions.

Hao Ke pulled on Pi Ke.

In an instant, they penetrated into the heart of the Spain team.

A Er Wei Si soon encountered La Mo Si's interception.

There wasn't much eye contact.

The Brazil team's full-back decisively passed laterally to midfield.

Nei Ma Er steadily trapped the ball.

Ke Ke had already returned to his defensive position.

He had been the most promising attacking player in Atlético Madrid's youth academy, and after Simeone's coaching, his defensive interception ability's upper limit was raised.

"Ke Ke's anticipation and positioning are very accurate; he's not rushing to make a tackle."

"He's waiting for Nei Ma Er to make a feint."

"The two sides have faced off many times in La Liga, so they know each other well."

Nei Ma Er slightly eased his speed.

His hips lightly swayed.

Ke Ke remained unmoved.

He was like a patient hunter, waiting for the opponent's weakest moment of action connection.

Smack!

Nei Ma Er's left foot made a small hop step.

Ke Ke decisively leaned to the left!

At the moment of reacting.

Nei Ma Er actually completed an unbelievable move in the blink of an eye!

With the outside of his right foot he violently pushed the ball diagonally rightward.

His whole body shot past!

Ke Ke lost his balance and was shaken to the ground!

"Excellent hop-step feint!"

"Terrible rhythm, frightening ball combination! Simple and efficient!"

"Neymar never plays fancy when the score is behind!"

"At this time, Neymar's explosive speed is underestimated by the world."

"He seems like the water that bursts through a river dike."

"He lets Brazil's attack open up the situation!"

"William, Marcelo, and Coutinho, while making forward runs, quietly widened the width."

"Spain's defensive line is on high alert."

"Five-star Samba may have declined, but the attacking group's impact is still formidable."

"At Hu'an Chang, the boos from the four stands are growing louder."

"The fans of Seville city really dislike Neymar."

"On the sideline."

"Miniano trembles with nervousness, tightly gripping the tactical board."

"Del Bosque sits calmly on the coach's bench, composed and carefree."

"Dunga frantically gestures on the sidelines, signaling that David Luiz on the back line should also push forward!"

"Piqué is still competing with Hulk's big butt."

"Busquets blocks Neymar's advancing path."

"The two Barcelona teammates know each other's traits well."

"Neymar tries to pass the ball to Marcelo."

"But he realizes Ramos has cut off the passing link."

"But it's okay."

"The Samba star has the ability to solve the Barcelona midfielder in front of him."

"To get past Busquets, you just need to slow the rhythm a bit..."

"Unless Li Kang that kid..."

"Busquets is really troubled."

"He can't single-handedly stop Neymar who doesn't play fancy."

"After the two engaged in a complex psychological battle,"

"he was shaken off by the opponent!"

"From the audience's perspective,"

"Spain's defensive midfielder is like a standing idiot."

"The Samba genius completed a carefree, elegant dribbling drill."

"Oh dear."

"Brazil's attacking space has opened up!"

"Excellent opportunity!"

"Bang!"

"The moment Neymar tore through the defense."

"He hasn't stopped the ball yet."

"A black-haired figure, swift as a fierce tiger, came lunging."

"The Samba genius couldn't help but shiver, as if recalling the wonderful moments at Camp Nou."

"The fast-rolling football was intercepted."

"Li Kang and Neymar collided!"

"The latter fell heavily onto the grass."

"The whole stadium erupted!"

"The interception timing was too perfect!"

"Li Kang halted Neymar's stormy overturn on the back line!"

"Oh! The reason Busquets didn't move must be that he was giving Li Kang a protective defensive interference!"

"At the moment Neymar completed his escape, the connection of his movements would enter a vacuum."

"What Li Kang was waiting for was this opportunity!"

"Neymar writhed in pain on the grass."

"The head referee showed no indication."

"Dunga hurriedly turned his head, went up to the lineside official, and angrily protested."

"Brazil's formation quickly retreated."

"Can we make it in time?"

"No, we can't."

"Nesta's red-black spirit faded."

"Ronaldinho's phantom suddenly appeared."

"The football left Li Kang's left foot."

"In midair it spun violently."

"It traced a strange arc, bypassing the heads of Casemiro and David Luiz!"

"It fell straight into the forty-meter area."

"David Silva received no interference and calmly trapped the ball."

All members of the Brazil team were dazed.

What kind of pass is this?

"A demonic low, driven long pass!"

"The landing spot is too precise!"

"Spain's attack is back!"

The Brazil team's formation fell into disarray.

The consequence of pushing the whole team forward was that their own half was left completely empty.

After receiving the ball, David Silva turned and began to burst forward!

"A breakaway!"

"Oh no, the speed is too slow!"

Does the Brazil team still have a savior?

Yes!

Thiago Silva!

"The current 'World's Number One Defender'!"

He calmly cut off the Blue Moon Magician's advance, keeping a subtle distance and cutting off the opponent's passing lane.

Perfect.

"A textbook-style defense against a breakaway."

"If I had been on the field back then, we definitely wouldn't have lost 7:1 to Germany!"

Two seconds later.

The World's Number One Defender's expression froze!

David Silva actually stood still.

In the moment when one stopped and the other retreated,

A passing lane opened up!

"Hey! Why did you stop? You wasted a great attacking opportunity!"

"This is a textbook negative example!"

"A major taboo!"

"Beautiful!"

"David Silva knows he lacks speed, so he's waiting for his teammate's forward run!"

The Brazil team's defensive recovery speed is very fast!

David Silva's pause attracted multiple players to double-team him.

It looked like the ball was about to be lost!

With a crisp 'pak!'

The football flew out of the crowd!

Precisely heading toward the middle!

Yinniesita, unmarked, made a timely forward run.

He touched the ball with one foot!

The football's trajectory was changed again!

It flew toward the front left!

Cazorla came charging in!

Both feet balanced!

Like lightning!

Hu'an Chang Stadium, the crowd roared!

Miniano shouted excitedly: "We may not be fast, but we pass fast!"

Bosque nodded with a smile: "Hmm, even the counterattack is so splendid."

Nobody could stop Cazorla!

Unless Brazil's obscure little goalkeeper activates a cheat.

The Arsenal midfield maestro couldn't even remember Alisson's name.

"A breakaway!"

"This is a real breakaway!"

"Cazorla's short‑burst explosiveness is top‑notch!"

His long‑range explosiveness is lacking.

Alisson thought so.

He had done his homework thoroughly before the match, cramming the traits of every Spain midfield and forward player.

He roughly judged the opponent's speed and ball‑touch rhythm in his mind.

The Brazil goalkeeper rushed out decisively!

At the top of the penalty arc.

It seemed as if the stadium's spotlight shone only on Cazorla and Alisson.

One tall, one short.

One big, one small.

One advancing, one retreating.

No one could guess how the two had gone through such an agonizing psychological battle.

Still can't lift your foot?

There's no shooting angle anymore!

Hey? What's going on with the return pass?

There's never been a forward!

Alisong was about to defuse the one-on-one, and caught the ball.

In his sight, that slender, beautiful leg stepped onto the front of the ball.

Pa!

Kaisuola's heel gave a heavy knock.

The ball rolled lightly toward the rear.

The Brazilian goalkeeper was stunned.

All the spectators were at a loss.

A one-on-one back pass?

What the heck?

Even if Molata were on the field, they wouldn't make such a showy move, right?

Dengjia was overjoyed.

Minianuo looked bewildered.

Bosike raised both fists high!

The camera pulled back slightly.

Spain number 6 arrived, facing the wind.

The sorrow and joy at Hu'an Chang reversed at this moment.

In Li Kang's vision, a phantom clad in a red number 7 jersey appeared.

Laoer.

One strike seals the throat.

Under the gaze of everyone present.

Li Kang's body leaned.

His right foot slightly bent.

His left foot lightly brushed.

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

The ball lifted off the ground.

It lofted lightly toward the Brazilian team's goal.

Alisong stepped back sharply, trying to defuse the danger.

That was not a height he could reach by jumping.

The chance to save was on the goal line.

Only by rushing there could there be a last hope.

Too bad.

The arc of the ball's descent.

It extinguished all hope.

The Brazilian team's net was lifted again.

Alisong faced the goal, knees on the ground.

2:0!

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A flawless parabola!

So imaginative!

An indescribably harmonious coordination!

A perfect lofted shot!

The ultimate use of limited space!

A gorgeous counterattack without a striker!

You could never imagine what extraordinary actions this group of magicians would take on the green field!

This generation's Spain number 6 feels so unfamiliar!

Kaisuola assisted, Li Kang scored with a lofted shot, and the Spanish team extended their lead!

Their chemistry must have come after countless difficult adjustments to create such wonderful cooperation.

Live broadcast room.

Bullet comments poured down like a waterfall.

-【I'm back! I feel like everything has returned!】

-【Spain number 6, maybe T0? The chemistry with the cores of Arsenal and Manchester City is too perfect!】

-【Busikezi's standing defense created steal opportunities for Li Kang, and their chemistry is also high.】

-【Exactly! Xiao Li Zi is after all our La Masia's kid; in the attack, Xiao Bai's transitional pass was marvelously exquisite.】

-【Is Spain number 6 stronger than Leverkusen's number 10?】

-【Tuopu Laotou, watch and learn well; don't let Xiao Li Zi return to the club and struggle so hard!】

There's no way, where can Lewokusen find Cazorla and David Silva?

If they keep playing like this, Li Mingdeng will sooner or later be the first Asian to lift the World Cup!

The whole world still hasn't figured out how to use Li Kang.

By the time the experts figure it out, Li Kang will have retired; it's not that complicated—just let him play freely and it'll be right!

Cazorla turned around and excitedly made a 'gun' gesture with Li Kang.

David Silva rushed over and gave a big hug.

Yinniesita had his hands on his hips, panting heavily, while his smile gradually spread.

Teammates gathered around Li Kang, taking turns giving high-fives.

The home fans screamed wildly.

Everyone was immersed in joy.

They saw on the Spanish number six the hope for the revival of the Iberian Peninsula.

By the pitch.

Minianuo excitedly said: "Boss, we're leading by two goals; should we take Li off?"

Bosike glanced up at the time on the LED screen and smiled: "No need to rush; let them slow the tempo a bit, just treat it as a practice match."

On the other side.

Dengjia angrily kicked the coach's bench.

The Brazilian substitute players dared not speak.

"Idiots! They're a bunch of idiots!"

The ball was placed back on the center circle line.

The fourth official raised the LED number board.

"Brazil will make two substitution changes!"

"Baolnio from the southern CSL powerhouse replaced Kasaimiluo."

"Aogusituo from the northern CSL stronghold replaced Ruonas."

"These two adjustments should be to strengthen midfield hardness... right?"

Dengjia shouted at the two CSL players, firing off a rapid barrage of words, constantly gesturing.

Baolnio and Aogusituo were his ideal setup for a 'people's Brazil'.

The match continued.

Haoke kicked off, laterally tapping Neimaer.

The latter touched the ball with a foot and passed it back to Aogusituo.

This midfield enforcer clearly hadn't adapted to the local climate of Sevilla.

Facing the fiercely advancing Cazorla,

His ball-release speed was half a beat slower.

Asenna master easily intercepted the ball.

"Oh dear, that ball was given away too carelessly!"

"Spain's gorgeous attack is about to... how did it slow down?"

Brazil's formation quickly retreated.

After Cazorla shook off the opponent's counter-pressure, he passed the ball back to Li Kang.

Spain's number six made a gesture.

Teammates understood implicitly.

The match's tempo was like that of the CSL.

It doused the enthusiasm of the fans in the stands.

Hu'an Chang, as the ball was slowly passed, gradually grew quiet.

"How did they start strolling?"

Aogusituo and Baolnio had excellent stamina.

They called to their teammates, launching a frantic press in the front.

But they just couldn't win the ball.

This generation of Spanish midfielders, each person's ability to shake off defenders on the spot, vision, ball control, and passing had nearly reached perfection.

Only Li Kang made large-range runs on the pitch; no matter which area of the grass field, he could always form a triangular passing and receiving space with two teammates.

Brazilian players, pressing to no avail, gradually grew desperate.

"Core kicking style!"

"After tactical adjustments, 18-year-old Li Kang is actually the midfield leader of this Spanish team!"

"Broad vision, naturally perfect positioning! Like an AI-calculated ball-release line!"

"He is a bullfighter wielding a sharp blade and red cloth!"

"He is a gift bestowed by God upon the Iberian Peninsula!"

"Football is simple, but wanting to play simple football is hard."

By the pitch.

Minianuo looked toward his own backline and said: "Boss, should we take Deheya off?"

Bosike nodded: "Hmm, don't get cold."