Chapter 157: Stanford Bridge Falls

Azaer's defensive recovery attitude is very proactive.

Both feet kicked the turf vigorously.

His feet were on the wind-and-fire wheel.

He selflessly charged toward Lewokusen's number 10.

Even if it meant a foul!

He also had to stop him from distributing the ball!

The big rear end was still a step too late.

The thirty-meter zone.

Li Kang lifted his left foot.

Chelsea's defense was on high alert.

They couldn't help but recall the devilish arc from Bayer Stadium.

The spacing among all defenders inside the penalty area tightened again.

Ku er tu wa took small steps, retreating to the goal line.

The Blues will not repeat their mistakes!

Sun Xingmin and Bu Lan Te split to the flanks, cutting into the box!

Smack!

Not the expected high arc!

In Li Kang's view, the red-black spirit blazed fiercely!

Milan's number 10!

Lu Yin ke si ta!

Under the night sky, Stanford Bridge seemed to flash a blinding silver light.

That extremely sharp diagonal pass trajectory.

Just like a scalpel.

Deeply piercing Chelsea's "third line of defense".

"Artwork!"

"An elegant diagonal pass made in a leisurely stroll!"

"Hiding a killing intent!"

The steel gate formed by Ka xi er and Te li was like water-soaked thin paper.

The two could only watch helplessly as the ball rushed past.

So near, yet so far.

Utterly out of reach.

Left side of the six-yard box.

Sun Xingmin miraculously appeared at the end of the ball's trajectory.

Yin Wan nuo wei qi vowed to block at all costs.

VIP box.

A Bu opened his mouth in astonishment.

His breathing was rapid.

His whole body trembled.

Like a refugee who had found an oasis in the desert.

"Beautiful!"

"A diagonal pass precisely found the Korean forward!"

"An exquisitely delicate pass, stopping it felt so comfortable!"

"Li Kang helped Sun Xingmin create a good chance for a one-on-one duel with Yin Wan nuo wei qi!"

Bu Lan Te contained A si pi li kui ta.

Bo er re si and Xi er bo te rushed to assist.

Chelsea's midfield and forwards quickly retreated to defend.

Almost everyone was rushing toward the penalty area.

The time and space left for Sun Xingmin were very limited.

In the tight space, could he get past Yin Wan nuo wei qi?

He couldn't.

Not every top-tier wing-back's defense is at the level of Ma sai luo and A er ba.

Yin Wan nuo wei qi, adept at both attack and defense!

Sun Xingmin did not choose to break through.

A flick with the left foot.

He opened up space from his opponent.

Player and ball quickly approached the six-yard line.

Yin Wan nuo wei qi stayed calm, not overcommitting, still needing to guard against the Korean's triangular pass!

Next,

Sun Xingmin's action left everyone astonished!

Thud!

The football spun violently.

Starting from the baseline, it traced a 'C'-shaped arc above the penalty area!

Leaping toward the far corner of Chelsea's goal!

A zero-angle shot?

Tuopu Laotou excitedly clutched their chest.

Dino's pen and paper fell onto the turf again.

Hiddink's legs trembled.

Everyone stared blankly at the football's trajectory.

For a moment, they could not accept the reality before them.

Before halftime was over, Chelsea would be two goals behind?

In Courtois's gaze, there was steadfastness.

Besides Messi, no one could easily breach the goal he guarded!

He leapt forward, his body stretching out.

His platinum gloves ruthlessly snapped the beautiful arc!

Smack!

The football was blocked out, flying beyond the penalty area!

Son Heung-min looked bewildered.

"Wow!"

"An unbelievably miraculous save!"

"Courtois truly is one of the strongest goalkeepers of the new generation!"

"The contest for this landing point is crucial!"

"Enough to change the match's situation!"

Chelsea's midfield and forward players had gotten back into position.

Lewokusen's entire team pushed forward.

Even Fan Tuitui... buried their head and dove into the opponent's penalty area!

Even the most picky experts and beasts couldn't make heads or tails of it.

Everyone involuntarily held their breath, eyes fixed on the football's trajectory.

The crucial contest for the landing point.

If Chelsea wins it, even a big kick can easily tear through the opponent's backfield.

If Lewokusen wins it, it will unleash a second wave of attacks like a furious storm.

In the frame.

Two figures appeared simultaneously.

The white No. 10 and the blue No. 4.

Li Kang and Fabregas.

Both genius midfielders who inherited La Masia's legacy possessed vision and awareness beyond ordinary people.

Who could win the landing point?

No need to ask!

Fabregas is 8 centimeters shorter than Li Kang!

Li Kang leaned back against Fabregas.

Standing in place.

Waiting for the moment the football lands.

Li Kang lightly touched his forehead.

The indescribable ball-receiving force allowed the ball to come to a calm stop within Li Kang's control.

In Li Kang's vision, the phantom of Real Madrid's No. 8 suddenly appeared.

Kroos.

Mikel's defensive help came too late.

He could not stop Li Kang's fierce charge!

Chelsea's defensive line fell into chaos at that moment.

They could no longer form the dreaded Mourinho-style bus.

Li Kang brought the ball to the right side of the edge of the penalty area.

A long pass with a slight leg swing.

It left the approaching Terry completely unable to guess Li Kang's intention.

Thud!

The football rose off the ground.

Its flight direction, spin, height, speed... were flawless.

Cahill couldn't help but recall a military term: guidance law!

Precise guidance!

"So wonderful!"

"An extremely concealed long pass!"

"A weighted pass like a cruise missile!"

"He used this method to inspect Chelsea's back line!"

Ku'er tu wa was taking small steps to adjust his position.

His gaze was firm.

The same question.

I won't make a mistake!

Stamford Bridge, the noise gradually faded.

It seemed as if only that remained in the whole world.

Fan dai ke and Ka xi er jumped up at the same time.

The ball suddenly plummeted.

It skimmed past their chests.

The Dutch centre-back looked bewildered: "Wasn't this ball supposed to be passed to me?"

Finally.

The ball landed on the head of a lucky guy!

It then bounced toward the lower right corner of Chelsea's goal!

Confident Ku'er tu wa, his pupils constricted slightly.

The direction of the shot was exactly the opposite direction he could hardly reach!

Chelsea's goal was finally blasted open without any suspense!

0:2!

!

Yuenatan Ta's expression was very confused.

He touched his little boiled egg, then looked at the dust on his palm, only then daring to confirm it was his own goal.

He then laughed like a 200‑jin child, bouncing over to Li Kang.

"Stamford Bridge has fallen!"

"This goal went in!"

"The black centre-back stood firm, unmoving like a mountain, calmly heading the ball!"

"Lewokusen's aggressive attack bore fruit again!"

"The first half hasn't ended yet, Chelsea, holding Stamford Bridge, are two goals behind!"

"Even after drinking the strongest liquor, one wouldn't dare make such a fantastical prediction!"

"The mastermind behind all this is none other than Lewokusen's No. 10 youngster Li Kang, with two precious away goals!"

"A divine long pass!"

"A terrifying accuracy!"

"A broad vision!"

"He is the most perfect midfielder of the younger generation in European football!"

"Li Kang's long pass assisted, Jonathan T headed the ball from close range and shot fiercely! Lewokusen extended their lead!"

The live broadcast room.

The barrage of comments was like a blizzard.

-【Holy shit! Li Mingdeng is awesome, his passes are insanely accurate, a human guided missile!】

-【Don't just stare at the ball, watch the replay—Li Kang's pass timing, position, and calf swing amplitude... are too concealed, letting Terry be unable to defend!】

-【Jonathan T is not bad; although his defense is poor, being able to unleash that header while standing still shows he is calm and has strong judgment!】

-【Did the whole Chelsea team get drunk? Their state is like sleepwalking—help, I've lost all my happy beans.】

-【No way, does anyone still not believe in Li Mingdeng nowadays?】

-【Don't panic, it's Hiddink messing around; substituting Diego Costa and Oscar in the second half will equalize the score in minutes—don't underestimate the iron‑blooded blue army!】

-【Even if the score is tied, Lewokusen still advances; little Li is too awesome, creating two away goals!】

-【It's hard to equalize; Li Kang has destroyed Chelsea's defensive system, his two lethal threats with his feet have paralyzed the 'bus', wait for the post‑match analysis.】

By the pitch.

Dino could hardly believe what he saw, savoring the attack process: "Boss, you're right, we can't hold them, we need to focus on offense, revolving around Li..."

Tuopu Laotou was celebrating when he suddenly saw several figures emerge from Chelsea's bench.

Diego Costa.

Oscar.

Matic.

Are these three guys going to warm up?

Lewokusen's coach's jubilant celebration suddenly ceased, his expression turning grave.

On the other side.

Hiddink's gaze was dazed.

Two goals behind?

I fucking just tweaked Mourinho's tactical framework a bit, and now we're two goals behind?

VIP box.

A bu's expression was complex as he asked, "You say, should I be angry now, or should I be happy?"

The staff were bewildered.

How can one answer this question?

It's definitely anger.

Lewokusen's number 10, after finishing this match, will definitely see his value keep surging.

Whether they want to come to Chelsea or not is hard to say!

The eldest assistant hurriedly changed the subject, handed over a report, and said respectfully, "Boss, this is the list of candidates for next season's head coach."

Abu glanced at it briefly, frowned, and said, "How come you didn't write the zodiac sign?"

In the vast Stamford Bridge, only a small cluster of Lewokusen fans' cheers could be heard.

"Lee!"

"!"

"Leverkusenallez!"

"!"

The black centre-back, nearly two metres tall, buried the small braised egg deep into Li Kang's embrace.

Brandt and Havertz contemptuously wanted to drag away the "black and hard" one.

Sun Xingmin looked apologetic.

Lai Nuo also ran from his own goal to Chelsea's corner flag area.

A moment later.

All the teammates hugged each other tightly.

No arrogance.

No frenzy.

They had experienced the despair of the first leg.

They cherished the hard-earned goal.

Reaching the Champions League semi-finals is no longer a dream!

"Leverkusenallez!"

"!"

Courtois disheartenedly threw the platinum gloves onto the turf.

He walked to the outside of the goalpost line, picked up a pair of green gloves.

Cahill and Terry showed no negative emotions.

In the process of running back to position.

The two covered their mouths and quietly communicated about the upcoming defensive work.

They had witnessed everything: arcing cannonballs, demonic arcs, divine through-balls, and precision-guided passes!

I don't believe Lewokusen's number 10 has any other means to blast through Chelsea's impregnable defense!

Fabregas picked up the ball from the net and kicked it to Mikel.

"We saw the fourth official on the sideline raise the LED substitution board!"

"Matic is coming on, expected to take Mikel's place!"

"What? Sub off number 4?"

"Sub off Fabregas?"

The live broadcast room.

Duan Xuan and He Wei stared at each other.

A sudden joy welled up in their hearts.