Chapter 153

Kebamu Training Base.

Abu was personally giving Xidingke guidance:

You should give substitute players more opportunities; the characteristics of Diege Kesita and Weilian have long been thoroughly studied by other European clubs!

I think Leimi's recent training condition is great; many clubs are eyeing him hungrily.

Besides, that loaned Patuo is also an old golden boy; why not put him on the field?

Listen to me, I'm right; otherwise how could you not be able to handle Lewokusen? How much money is the difference in their transfer fees compared to Qieerxi?

What defense? Even in a counterattack, you can easily take them down!

Exactly! Li Kang is a super genius, his teammates aren't!

Xidingke nodded repeatedly, saying yes.

Does he not care about face anymore?

Just because the office is so spacious, only the two of them are present.

Kebamu base's soundproofing effect is very good.

In front of the outside media, Abu regarded the Dutch veteran coach as a mentor and close friend.

In private, whenever they talked about the match, they would revert to the most essential employer-employee relationship.

Obviously.

Abu was very dissatisfied with the result of the first leg.

For example, it's like spending money to buy a supercar, only to end up neck-and-neck with a Wuling Hongguang.

What is Qieerxi's lineup?

What is Lewokusen's lineup?

Can they be compared?

No matter how round the ball is, our iron-blooded blue army won't be so round as to get beaten up in the dying stages, right?

Xidingke's face flushed red, he firmly said: "Luoman, the coaching staff was overly cautious before! Actually my idea is the same as yours; Leimi and Patuo had already joined the first-team training a few days ago!"

He isn't bowing his head to Abu; he's bowing his head to money.

There's no way around it; although the Dutch veteran coach achieved fame early, he still has to support his wife, son, grandson, and several lovers...

Abu nodded satisfactorily and firmly patted Xidingke's shoulder:

"Put on a spectacular match, let our little genius... fall in love with Stanfuqiao!"

Lewokusen.

Tactics meeting room.

The LED big screen was displaying the suggestions and report given by the Spanish national team's coaching staff.

Dino repeatedly exclaimed in amazement.

"Chief, Mr. Bosike really has a trick up his sleeve!"

"The coaching staff doesn't need to deliberately make Li Kang the team-building core; he naturally fits the team system, becoming the midfield commander, leading teammates to dismantle the opponent's system!"

"On offense, he can raise the team's ceiling; on defense, he can guarantee the team's floor!"

"But whether on offense or defense, we also cannot waste Li Kang's time on filling in and making runs; teammates should..."

The staff members suddenly realized:

In previous matches' open-play defense, Li Kang always had to expend extra energy and running to complete the last-ditch covering...

Including offense: looking at the past twenty years of the five major leagues, aside from Simeone in his playing days, which midfielder has been that tired?

Tuopu Laotou let out a deep sigh: "Lewokusen doesn't have the personnel configuration of the Spanish national team, nor that condition."

"What kind of midfield does Bosike have?"

"What kind of midfield do I have?"

"Can Calhanoglu compare to Cazorla? Or to David Silva? He can't even compare to the injury-affected Yinniesita!"

"That Spanish approach won't work in Lewokusen."

Hearing these words.

Everyone's first reaction was: You, Tuop, can't even compare to Bosque!

The atmosphere froze.

The tactical meeting room fell into silence for a moment, with only the sound of turning pages.

Shortly after.

Dino whispered: "Boss, how should we play in the second leg?"

Tuopu Laotou crossed his arms over his chest and declared firmly:

"Attack! Our only way to survive is to attack!"

"Release Li! Don't let him waste his precious stamina and time on defense!"

Two days later.

The second leg of the Champions League quarter-finals has arrived!

Li Kang and his Lewokusen teammates boarded a plane, heading for London.

Aside from him, all his teammates felt a bit nervous.

The gap shown in the first leg was too great; at this moment, Stamford Bridge seemed like an insurmountable peak.

But if they can cross it and successfully reach the Champions League semifinals, this achievement would be a glorious moment worth remembering in the careers of most Lewokusen players.

Calhanoglu said: "Li, don't be nervous; I'll pass the ball to your feet, and we'll fight for an opening!"

In the face of a bitter struggle, there is no more selfishness.

Dino turned his head and said: "Hakan, haven't you seen the roster? You're not a starter."

Qia'erhan Aolu couldn't help but be startled.

Everyone burst out laughing.

The tense atmosphere instantly relaxed considerably.

Fandaike was still in a meeting with his teammates on the defensive line.

During this period, he has been talking every day about the characteristics of Chelsea players.

Yuēnatǎn·Ta, suffering immensely.

He's marking Azhaer!

London's weather, like a cunning maiden, often brings a drizzle when you least expect it.

The outskirts of Stanford Stadium.

A vast blue sea.

Chelsea tickets at this time were in high demand and expensive.

But it did not affect the enthusiasm of local loyal fans; even if they couldn't get tickets, they would watch the match at nearby bars.

Media reporters from 26 countries and regions around the world shuttled through the streets and alleys.

"Li Kang is excellent; the deepest impression he left me... was eliminating Manchester United in the early-season Champions League qualifiers."

"Welcome him to Stanford Bridge."

"Just take the Champions League semi-finals in stride."

The camera panned to a group of elderly Blue Army fans.

They are roughly 60 to 70 years old, having witnessed Chelsea's ups and downs before any investment.

Meanwhile.

CTV5 was also broadcasting the outdoor scene.

The live stream gathered many fans.

-【These old grandpas and grandmas are really laid-back, is Chelsea's club history just ordinary?】

-【I feel West Ham United's fans are the most laid-back.】

-【Elderly fans don't represent the mainstream attitude; who wouldn't want their home team to advance in the Champions League?】

-【Li Mingdeng, upon returning to the club, dropped straight from T0 to T1; how to beat a bunch of T0.5s, it feels like watching a 'abuse-the-protagonist' novel.】

-【Haven't watched the first leg? In the dying moments, Li Mingdeng almost had Chelsea's bus parked in front of the goal but couldn't score! Tonight we still need to see how Xidingke sets up his tactics.】

The plane flew through the thick clouds.

It slowly descended onto Heathrow Airport.

Li Kang and his teammates, as soon as they walked out of the arrival gate,

Security personnel were on high alert.

A large group of young fans swarmed over, eyes frenzied, shouting his name excitedly.

「Lee！

！」

Sun Xingmin couldn't help but exclaim: "Ah si ba, so many Asian fans! Just by looking at their faces I know there are Japanese, Koreans... Filipinos!"

Kelamo shook his head, denying: "No posters or banners prepared; definitely not fans, just tourists!"

"They're still wearing Chelsea jerseys!"

Tuopu Laotou and Dino hurriedly shielded Bei lai yin's idol, quickly diving into the bus.

Li Kang felt weird:

When did he end up with so many fake fans?