Chapter 150: The Apple God Bit

Brazilian players in the front court were aggressively competing, sparing no effort.

At first they firmly believed this approach could disrupt Spain's rhythm.

Just like in the 2013 Confederations Cup final.

As time passed.

That suffocating rhythm and passing space extinguished Brazil's fighting spirit.

"Brazil really can't win the ball."

"Exhausted from running, their movements are ineffective."

"Apart from fouling, there's no other way."

Augusto and Paulinho are quite regretful.

Although they have left the mainstream leagues, their ability indicators have not declined much.

The Brazil coach's intention in putting them on the field is clear: strangle the opponent's midfield and curb Spain's passing.

How to strangle?

They're not playing the same kind of ball as us!

Fortunately, Thiago Silva is more composed; he calmly directs the positioning of his defensive teammates, preventing Li Kang and others from breaking through the back line with a long pass.

If we can't win, then let's lose with dignity.

If I were on the field, we would definitely not lose 7-1 to Germany.

85th minute of the match.

From God's perspective.

Brazil's formation was pulled apart into disarray.

Li Kang cut the ball with the outside of his left foot and turned.

He easily shook off the Chinese Super League foreign player.

He picked up speed!

Not just the speed of movement.

But also the speed of passing.

Cazorla, David Silva, Yinniesita, Koke, Alba, and Carvajal made frantic forward runs.

And Ramos...

The ball flowed between the red jerseys like clouds and water.

As if playing a joyful Verdi pastoral song.

Tens of thousands of fans in the stadium shouted in unison.

This is the beautiful football they wanted to see.

Dunga's face turned ashen.

Thiago shouted loudly at his teammates, directing their defensive runs.

His voice seemed unable to keep up with the speed of the pass.

"A lovely through ball! Found Alba!"

"No obstruction at all!"

"Because Li Kang attracted most of Brazil's defensive forces!"

"Space opened up on the left!"

"Whoa! The ball bounced back to midfield; Koke's late run timing is perfect!"

"Is he going to shoot? Thiago's block is timely!"

"A slick lofted pass!"

"The ball is back at Li Kang's feet!"

Duan Xuan gradually became incoherent.

At the edge of Brazil's penalty area.

Li Kang lightly jumped, making way for Koke's pass.

His whole body slid into the six-yard box.

The ball skimmed the grass, sliding to the right side of the penalty area.

Frequently shifting David Silva appeared in time and lightly chipped the ball!

"Unexpected!"

"As expected!"

"Ramos!"

The Brazilian Serie A goalkeeper Alisson was completely bewildered.

Who said Spain lacks tall players?

Isn't there a big center forward hiding in the back line?

In Brazil's penalty area, the wind sounded like cranes crying.

Ramos outmuscled Paulinho and leapt high.

It looked like he was about to head the ball into the net.

The Brazil head coach felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Dunga stared fixedly at the late-jumping afro.

David Luiz!

Unable to challenge for the header in time, they could only pin their hopes on a block!

Pa!

It wasn't the violent header I expected!

Ramos gently flicked his head.

The ball was laid off to the right of the six-yard box!

Dunga stared, mouth agape!

Who the hell would have imagined Real Madrid's centre-back also being pulled into this bunch of little guys' passing and moving attack?

Everyone's gaze followed the ball's trajectory.

Until they saw that black-haired figure.

Spain's third aerial threat besides Ramos and Pique.

Li Kang!

When did he get to that position?

Alisson didn't have time to adjust his blocking angle.

He could only watch helplessly as the ball fell in front of Spain's number six.

Open goal!

Li Kang stood still, giving the ball a slight forehead touch.

The ball floated softly toward Brazil's goal.

Grazing the post.

And dropped into the net.

Alisson sat slumped on the ground, his emotions mixed: "This kid's header is awful, but his positioning and timing for attacking the ball are terrifying."

3-0!

!

"Again!"

"It's Li Kang again; he killed the match!"

"Still this unreasonable, fluid coordination!"

"Spain's attack is not limited to the ground!"

"Ramos and Li Kang make the team's attack more three-dimensional! Dominate the air!"

"A stunning header that broke the net, straight to the top corner, leaving the current Brasileirão goalkeeper helpless and in awe."

"The 3-0 score lets Spain avenge its past humiliation!"

"In a few months comes the European Cup; all European nations should hurry to study how to deal with this bullfighter army!"

Live broadcast room.

Danmu flooded the screen.

-【Li Kang is awesome, 666, he only played less than 50 minutes yet solo-produced three goals! Solid core status.】

-【Li Mingdeng and Ramos's chemistry; joining Real Madrid next season wouldn't be bad? Not mentioning system fit, his physical conditions are already strong.】

-【Duan Xuan really can hype; can this even be called a stunning header? But with Little Li around, Spain's attack and defense are beautiful as a painting.】

-【Li Kang's header and Morata's double-footed shots are like an apple bitten by God.】

-【Happiness is always fleeting; after the match ends, he must return to Leverkusen, where the Stamford Bridge bloodbath awaits the Prince of Bei lai yin.】

-【Will the transfer fees of Thiago Silva and David Luiz drop?】

-【Watching the goal replay, Li Mingdeng's layoff in front of the penalty area was brilliant! Brazil's back line didn't react at all; by the time David Silva lofted a pass into the box, he had already run into the six-yard box! Truly meaning 'passing the ball into the net'!】

-【This year's European Cup title contenders have gained one more team.】

-【A hundred flowers blooming European Cup! Belgium, England, Germany, France, Italy... plus Iceland, Hungary, Northern Ireland, etc., after expansion—so awesome!】

Li Kang subconsciously touched his forehead.

He couldn't help but marvel: headers really rely on talent...

Hu'an Chang Stadium instantly erupted!

Spanish fans felt proud and honored by Li Kang's celebration.

Did you see that?

Our Yin Biliya's crown prince is celebrating!

Ramos likewise patted his forehead and firmly grabbed Li Kang's shoulder.

Teammates swarmed over.

"Li, I still have a sister at home..."

"Forget it, your sister's butt is bigger than Li's head!"

"Li is only 18; women will only affect his header power!"

"Li, I have a son... I just want to say, give me an autograph!"

The veterans seemed to have returned to their verdant years of long ago.

Back then, the Spanish national team—whether Castilian, Catalan, Galician, Basque—could meld into one unit for victory.

Neymar is annoyed.

The current Brazil team merely has a bunch of superstars.

Dunga's favored tactical system completely mismatches the players' overall traits.

Still dreaming of winning the centenary Copa America?

Even getting out of the group stage is a problem!

By the pitch.

Mininano raised his arms and shouted.

Bosque sat comfortably on the coach's bench, rubbing his big belly.

We couldn't find Li Kang's manual, but other European teams also don't know how to limit him!

If Fabregas and Diego Costa were on the field, it might spark something new when they collide with Li Kang, a pity those two brats are always unwilling to play in friendlies...

The game restarted from the center circle.

The final few minutes.

The Brazil team had no script to turn the tide.

The Spain team controlled the pace of the game.

Augusto, eager for victory, couldn't hold back.

He has excellent sportsmanship.

Perhaps because of the inherent impression left by the Chinese Super League, his subconscious finds it hard to accept that an Eastern player could possess such perfect technique and awareness.

Being three goals down filled him with negative emotions.

Chinese Super League players being selected for the Brazil national team? Only when Dunga was in charge did this become a frequent occurrence.

The forty-meter area.

Li Kang had just passed the ball to Carvajal, who was making an overlapping run down the flank.

Augusto then came at him aggressively.

The result was obvious.

Thud!

The Chinese Super League enforcer collapsed in pain and also received a yellow card.

Beep! Beep-beep~

Finally, the head referee's whistle blew.

The match ended.

The broadcast over Hu'an Chang did not play the Spain national team's anthem.

Instead, it was shouting the name of the midfield superstar!

"Lee!

"!

Bosque led the coaching staff members, raising both fists.

From where he fell.

He got up from where he fell.

Three years ago at the Confederations Cup, he suffered a setback and fell from his pedestal.

Three years later today, someone has taken up the blade again.

The significance of this international A-level friendly match is not only to avenge the Confederations Cup, but also to give all fans an adrenaline shot!

The 2016 European Cup.

Spain is poised to return to the pinnacle of Europe.