Chapter 182: Silver Brutally Beats the Strongest King

The audience was a bit confused.

Their gaze was focused on the rolling football.

Boateng turned into a heavy bulldozer, rampaging across Leverkusen's half.

This guy is a centre-back?

What is Guardiola doing?

What is Bayern Munich playing?

In the stands.

Martinez and Thiago looked at each other.

"This is a tactic we can only execute when we're both on the field!"

"The boss has gone crazy!"

"Two centre-backs pushed forward to join the attack, Alonso alone dragging back at the rear; if Leverkusen intercepts and breaks through behind him, everything is over."

"Not right, losing by three goals is still a loss! Better to go all out to break the deadlock!"

"It's fine, Leverkusen's bunch of idiots didn't leave any counter-attacking points up front!"

How dare they leave a counter-attacking point?

Guardiola is playing exactly Leverkusen's 'cowardice'.

The situation fell into passivity.

Actually they held the initiative.

If they dare leave a counter-attacking point.

The number of defenders at the back will definitely be at a disadvantage.

9 vs 9, Bayern can grind you Leverkusen into the ground.

Leverkusen players were instead focusing on the runs of other Bayern players.

A bit dazed.

The opponents playing like that, they completely can't keep up with the rhythm.

Or it's that same old thing of being beaten up since childhood.

It's just that when the organizer is moved to the centre-back position, it feels a bit unfamiliar.

"The man-to-man marking strategy" will soon lose its numerical advantage.

About to reveal their true form.

If switching back to zonal defence, the gap in individual ability will be infinitely magnified.

Leverkusen players will soon reveal their true form in the attack-defence battle!

"Facing the world's hunt, Guardiola is also exploring the direction of offensive organisation."

"The offensive organiser has shifted from central midfield to a deep-lying playmaker, then to full-back, and finally to centre-back!"

"This is a difficult transformation experiment process!"

Li Kang almost didn't react in time.

In God's perspective.

Lahm and Alaba returned to their normal wide flank positions, surging forward.

Only Alonso remained dragging back at the rear of the formation.

Boateng and Benatia in the middle went berserk charging up the middle.

Bayern Munich's stars, relying on their strong individual abilities, displayed an extremely intimidating fighting style.

Any weaknesses?

Yes.

But Guardiola doesn't care.

As long as Bayern controls possession, they can cover up all flaws.

At the edge of the pitch.

Tuopu Laotou panicked; he had never seen such a formation.

The distant 'Sanya King' season, the Premier League was still playing long balls and crosses, while Serie A still advocated defensive football...

At this moment, Bayern players' dazzling runs in the front confused the old man's eyes.

A centre-back surging forward?

What's wrong with this world?

Dino widened his eyes, not daring to miss any fragment on the green pitch, nervously taking notes on scratch paper.

The other side.

Guardiola's fingers flew, his expression exaggerated.

Even if the shadow in the brain spreads to the extreme.

Li Kang also didn't have time to do any deconstruction.

He could only use the information from God's perspective to direct his teammates to make the most basic runs.

The most old-school mobile defence method.

Bei La La Bi and Sun Xingmin ran wildly to the flanks, their task: to cut off the passing link between Boateng and the two full-backs Lahm and Alaba.

Havertz dropped back into the thirty-metre zone, acting as a high-point defender.

Kramer then shifted to mark Robben, aiming to free up Li Kang.

In the entire midfield and front, they could only do these few most basic and clumsy defensive tasks...

Boateng is very smart.

He is a centre-back with balanced feet.

He also possesses top-tier ball sense.

Combined with the ball-touch precision shown during high-speed rushes.

It makes the audience feel as if they saw a red fierce beast.

He burst through Lewokusen's back line with unstoppable force.

"Speed and power combined! The advancing speed is too fast!"

"Vidal and Kimmich have opened up space!"

"Look at the chemistry between Boateng, Lahm, and Alaba!"

"Why aren't you passing the ball?"

"Pass my ass."

Lewokusen used the most old-school method, cutting off the link between Bayern's flanks and midfield.

How entertaining is the duel between Li Kang and Guardiola at this moment?

The answer is: very poor, very poor.

In the shot.

The spectators watched wide-eyed as Boateng dribbled all the way into the heart of Lewokusen's half!

No one obstructed.

"Too casual, right? Lewokusen isn't intercepting?"

Li Kang's command is very reasonable and safe; since individuals can't beat them, the formation keeps falling back, simultaneously cutting off Boateng's outlet, then waiting for the chance to intercept.

Hey! Why did Müller and Robben suddenly drop back?

Lewokusen's back line is dazed.

Müller and Robben's withdrawal.

Like a knife pressed against the chest, suddenly withdrawn.

Boateng is like the hand gripping the knife's hilt.

About to exert force.

He currently has two passing options: Müller and Robben.

Other Bayern teammates are also frantically pulling at the defensive line.

As long as Lewokusen dares to track back and mark, it will reveal more than two gaps.

Not marking?

Then Boateng's passing options will keep increasing.

Deadlock!

It won't be long before Lewokusen's back line is completely broken!

Moment of crisis.

In Li Kang's vision, the red-black soul suddenly appeared.

Nesta.

No trace of elegance.

Frenzied anger spreads wildly.

What exactly is the strength of the Milan legendary centre-back?

Is it an off-the-chart physique? Perfect, flawless anticipation and interception? Ball-playing ability that soars to the heavens? An unyielding iron-blooded will?

No.

None of the above.

It's a patch.

It is a historically significant ability of one person to boost the entire team's defense.

Nesta's understanding of the opponent's attacking direction surpasses his era.

He quickly conveyed to Li Kang the most reasonable defensive idea.

"Give up Robben and Müller, block Kimmich."

"There, Guardiola's lethal pass lies in wait."

Li Kang then straightly rushed toward Kimmich, who had inserted himself at the rib area.

Guardiola excitedly clenched his fists.

Boateng slightly eased his speed.

He was waiting, waiting for Lai Wan to run into space.

Yes.

He does not look for Müller, nor Robben, nor Kimmich.

As the perfect centre-back of this era.

Boateng likewise possesses top-tier vision and passing ability.

He, he wants to deliver a lethal pass himself!

The dynamic information from God's perspective quietly changed.

Li Kang's figure suddenly stopped.

He quickly turned back and ran toward his own penalty area.

Nesta's phantom leapt up like thunder, becoming even more ferocious.

Wrong!

Wrong!

Not wrong.

Behind Li Kang, there was no Kutu, no Mihayin Luoweiji, no Stam, no Maldini, no Larsen, no Kalarze, no Bonera, no Thiago Silva...

Only a bunch of weak-chicken back-defense teammates that I can't move!

Even the strongest patch won't turn a bunch of chicks into fierce tigers!

I still have to do it myself!

Bang!

Boateng gave a powerful kick!

The ball lifted off the ground.

Like a huge mallet smashing a watermelon.

Heavily smashed into Leverkusen's penalty area.

Right!

The spectators couldn't immediately realize how complex the covert offensive-defensive battle between the two teams was.

The most splendid and complex offensive system, all its manifestations on the green field... are just so simple and brutal.

"Lai Wan shook off Van Dijk!"

"Nice!"

"Head..."

The words weren't finished.

Lai Wan was preparing to adjust his posture, the instant of scoring with a header.

A white-clad figure leapt into the sky!

Li Kang!

Sky-Shattering Echo!

Guardiola looked stunned.

Unsteady on his feet, he plopped down on the grass.

He knew he had lost this extremely simple offensive-defensive battle in the most complicated way.

Why?

Why did it turn out like this?

Why could Li Kang see through the tendency of that lethal pass at the last moment?

"Li Kang's header clearance was crucial!"

"Boateng's pass was good, Lai Wan's run was good, Li Kang's defense was good!"

"Bayern's attack this time was just a point away from succeeding!"

The ball, like a kite with its string cut, silently flew out over the baseline!

After landing, Li Kang knocked Lai Wan over.

The two exchanged no words, quickly got up, and prepared for the corner-kick offense and defense.

The shadow in his mind gradually shrank.

He bent over, panting, with his hands on his knees.

Fortunately...

Fortunately, Guardiola had too many ideas.

Fortunately, his football philosophy didn't mesh with Bayern's superstars.

Even if Bayern followed the old routines left by Van Gaal and Heynckes, a straightforward frontal push could still kill Leverkusen.

But Guardiola's Bayern insists on playing high-end games!

It's like playing a MOBA competitive game—obviously just mashing skill A on the floor... you could still blow up the enemy in team fights, yet you insist on split-pushing, flanking, baiting, and extreme maneuvers...

The livestream room.

The big screen replayed Bayern's entire offensive process.

Each player's feet gained a little halo, and the grass automatically traced colorful lines.

This is a new technology introduced in the Bundesliga broadcast.

Danmaku flew across the screen.

-【Li Mingdeng is awesome! I finally understood this move—he originally intended to limit Kimmich, but before Lai Wan ran into the open space, he turned back into the penalty area to join the clearance! His speed was too fast!】

-【He anticipated Boateng's anticipation, always feeling these two overthink... the result is a bit messy!】

-【Both sides' player runs and defensive positioning are crucial, constantly outwitting each other!】

-【Boateng is unfortunate; he should have taken a long-range shot himself!】

-【Can Bayern still equalize? Not much time left— in the second half they need to score three goals to win the championship!】

Lahm ran toward the corner flag area.

Li Kang looked around and ran out of the penalty area.

He noticed Guardiola's gesture.

It won't be a tactical corner kick.

Leverkusen's set pieces... their aerial defense is still strong.

"Bayern committed a lot of forces to participate in this corner-kick attack!"

"Boateng and Benatia also crowded into the penalty area—no choice, they're two goals behind! They have to fight with their backs to the wall!"

"Lahm's set-piece expertise is profound."

Look at this ball!

Bang!

The ball left Ram's instep.

It spun violently.

It fell toward the Lewokusen penalty area.

Almost all the high players jumped at the same time.

For a moment, couldn't tell who headed the ball!

In the chaos.

The ball bounced out of the penalty area and rolled right in front of Son Heung-min.

Tuopu Laotou and Dino were extremely excited, wildly raising their hands.

Guardiola sat dazedly on the bench, he already sensed what would happen next.

Oh my! The luck is too good!

Lewokusen's counterattack!

The front is wide open!

Wow! When did Li Kang run out?

Lewokusen's counterattack is a style of play that doesn't require thinking.

Son Heung-min lifted his head to look at the white number 10's back ahead.

His body tilted slightly.

He whipped the ball hard with his instep!

Bang!

The trajectory wasn't precise enough.

But the force was ample.

The ball skimmed the grass, swiftly sweeping past the midfield circle.

A half chance.

The broadcast camera followed the trajectory quickly.

The spectators saw two figures about to clash.

Li Kang, having run past the midfield line!

Alonso, frantically tracking back!

Their shoulders pressed tightly together.

The physical confrontation had no suspense.

The maker of the Istanbul miracle of the past is now old.

He felt the terrifying power emanating from the Bei lai yin youth's body.

Alonso staggered.

He could no longer keep up with Li Kang's pace...

He could only watch helplessly as the white jersey was blown by the fierce wind...

Beautiful!

Li Kang received Son Heung-min's pass!

The front is a wide-open zone!

Dribble, accelerate, break away!

Neuer is retreating!

Yeah.

There aren't many people in the world who can make Neuer retreat.

Bayern's goalkeeper knows Li Kang's footwork well.

Besides Hart, no goalkeeper wants to be lobbed from a long shot for the third time.

Neuer quickly retreated to the penalty area.

He calmly looked back.

He mentally estimated Li Kang's speed and the distance to the goal.

He gritted his teeth.

He would choose the battlefield he is least good at, to break down Lewokusen's counterattack this time.

Goal line!

Allianz Arena, the astonished cries of Bayern fans were quickly drowned out by the cheers of Bei lai yin.

Leverkusen alleze!!!

At the edge of the field.

Tuopu Laotou and Dino shouted like crazy!

Guardiola painfully covered his face.

Neuer quickly realized he was wrong.

As far as the eye could see.

That hateful Lewokusen number 10, his speed is getting faster and faster!

In this world, some players have quick first touch after receiving the ball, their ball control is unmatched, but their long-distance sprint speed is slow.

The most typical example is... Juventus's Dybala, who is called 'within three steps he matches Messi, beyond three steps he barely edges out the national team.'

Another type of player has a slow start speed, but can run faster and faster when unopposed.

In the eyes of the spectators, Li Kang is neither of these two types.

Lewokusen's number 10 lacks fast explosive speed and also lacks fast long-distance speed.

His left-foot ball control precision is terrifyingly stable.

The distance between the ball and his body is as if measured by a ruler each step, with no deviation.

The Isar River is one of the most beautiful waterways in Europe.

The river water flows directly from the Alps through Munich, gently passing through the urban area from southwest to northeast.

It is the mother river of Munich, the largest city in southern Germany.

The spring breeze blows past.

Carrying the fragrance of riverbank soil and mixed green leaves.

Wherever it sweeps, it seems to lift away the sound of that place.

The accordion of Nymphenburg Palace.

The bell chime of St. Peter's Church.

The infant's crying in Grünwald.

The lingering affection on Sebener Straße.

The spring breeze brings the myriad aspects of all beings.

It has passed over half of Munich.

Finally, above the Allianz Arena, it gradually dissipates with a thunderous boom that echoes across the sky.

Immediately afterward.

The desperate gasps of tens of thousands drowned out everything.

"Beautiful!"

"This ball went in!"

"A world-shaking, customs-defying arcing cannon shot!"

"Bei lai yin's genius once again breaks through the goal guarded by Munich's goalkeeper!"

"The head of the Bundesliga giant is trampled under his feet!"

"18-year-old rookie Li Kang has killed the match! Killed the suspense of the Bundesliga championship! A perfect curtain-call performance!"

"Bayern Munich, for its radical and bizarre tactics, has paid the heaviest price!"

"Guardiola's final match in charge of Bayern Munich leaves nothing but regret!"