Chapter 196: European Tour Treasure Chest

The most brilliant moment on the France European Cup!

So wonderful!

Elegant left foot, interpreting romance, stunning the midsummer of France!

A work of art!

One turn, one pass, leisurely strolling, fully displaying the master's demeanor.

18-year-old youngster Li Kang contributed one assist and one goal, single-handedly creating two goals, becoming the focus of all Europe.

Diego Costa did not disappoint that intoxicating arc; he broke through the Italians' steel-reinforced concrete defense with a header.

The Spanish team expanded their lead!

He Wei was overexcited.

Duan Xuan managed to interject only with difficulty at the last moment.

CTV5 live broadcast room,

The big screen replayed the entire goal process.

Everyone was stunned.

Strictly speaking, all viewers worldwide watching this match... were stunned.

Even those not particularly interested in football, upon seeing this scene, couldn't help but slap the table and shout in admiration.

-【Li Mingdeng awesome! 666!】

-【My fiancé in a foreign land, so handsome.】

-【Poor Juventus defensive backline, I feel for Buffon.】

-【We are witnessing the birth of a new-generation midfield legend, interpreting what is splendor and elegance on the green field.】

-【Terrifying; I thought this match could go to extra time and a penalty shootout, but I didn't expect Li Mingdeng to twice smash Italy's defense!】

-【The news is lying; who said Li Kang is an aggressive midfielder? He's clearly a pioneering classic playmaker.】

-【Exactly; although I've only recently started watching football, with so many European Cup matches... up to now I haven't seen Li Kang have much physical contact with others. I heard he might go to the Premier League next season; if he can't adapt to the physicality there, what then?】

-【How's the England match looking? I think they'll slaughter Iceland!】

-【Spain's set pieces are awesome; Cazorla must have deliberately lofted a low pass to find the front point...】

Diego Costa excitedly slapped his forehead, after shouting a few times at the Italian stands, he then abruptly turned, trying to locate Li Kang's figure.

But he discovered that the other had already run to the corner flag area, pulling up the fallen Cazorla.

The Arsenal midfielder, face flushed with embarrassment, said softly: 'Li, sorry, the turf is too slippery, I almost...'

Li Kang laughed, shaking his head, indicating Cazorla not to continue, then immediately gave a thumbs-up.

Nearby media reporters all raised their backup cameras to capture the moment.

All teammates rushed forward like madmen.

Morata seemed to recall something, quickly adjusted his steps, tightly marking Yin Si Ke's position.

'Li, how did you do that!'

'So great!'

'Li...'

The France Grand Stadium, gradually being drowned by the mighty sound waves.

'Lee!!!'

'Lee!!!'

'Lee!!!'

Not far from the celebration point, inside the Italian penalty area.

Buffon crouched on the ground, his eyes vacant.

Chiellini and Barzagli stepped forward, about to say something.

The purple gloves rose again, stopping their consolation.

'Cheer up, we are the role models for the little ones.'

The Apennine Peninsula, starlight dim.

The Italians have tasted the supreme glory of modern football; now it's merely a setback and obstacle on the road ahead.

The veteran still believes... it won't be long before the new generation of players returns to the pinnacle of Europe.

Italian TV.

Maldini's expression was bitter.

As a legendary defender of historic stature, he knows well how terrifying this Spanish team is in attack.

After a long silence, Baggio finally spoke: 'Li's left foot is full of imagination and creativity; he can make a declining team reborn, I seem to see the shadows of several people: Rui Costa, Zidane, including myself...'

'The opponent we face now is very likely to be the champion of this European Cup.'

Italian fans in front of the TV, for a moment still hadn't come to their senses.

Gazing at the screen replaying the goal from all angles.

Spain's number 6 made the Apennine Peninsula feel a hint of despair.

At the edge of the field.

Miniano excitedly waved his arms and legs, striving to express his excitement: 'Boss, Li is simply a gift from heaven to us, the pride of the Yin Biliya Peninsula! Without him, we could never break through Italy's goal!'

Bosque lightly clapped, hearing this, he couldn't help but look more highly upon the assistant coach.

'What you said is not bad; Li is truly unbelievable.'

'To be able to be his head coach is the greatest honor of my life.'

On the other side.

Kongdi recovered from the shock.

He scratched his head, shook it hard, and tried to dispel all negative emotions interfering with his decision.

Stay calm.

Need to stay calm.

In regular match time, there were still eighteen minutes.

Cannot easily admit defeat, cannot give up, there is still a chance!

He picked up pen and paper, quickly sketching arrows and dots... a smile gradually appeared on his face.

In extreme adversity, people can unleash potential and perform beyond the ordinary.

Kongdi was no exception.

He was often criticized by the media: his in-game adaptability was too slow.

But in actual matches, he often could make miraculous adjustments in the final period.

Not long after.

He waved and summoned Xinie and Jialikani.

"Listen, our next main attacking direction... is to find Fulunlunqi's side, he can..."

"Boss, Fulunlunqi was taken off by you."

The match restarted.

Peilai kicked off, laying the ball off to Zhazha.

As a penalty‑kick specialist, the long‑absent ball king Zhazha had not yet fully entered match condition.

Smack.

He was about to pass the ball back to Deluoxi behind him when a fierce face blocked his view.

His footing gave way.

The ball was gone.

Too casual!

Shouldn't be!

"Diegekesta fiercely won the ball from Zhazha, no foul!"

"This way, the match entered Spain's rhythm again."

Italian fans angrily burst into boos.

Zhazha quickly got to his feet, with no chance to challenge.

It seemed that from the moment he missed the penalty, the match's course was already decided.

Diegekesta immediately passed the ball back to the backfield.

Li Kang noticed Bosike giving a signal from the sideline.

He steadied the ball, then lightly made a downward pressing gesture.

His teammates understood implicitly.

After the rain, the turf remained damp.

But the Spanish players gradually mastered the passing force suited to the pitch, as well as the waterlogging situation in their own half.

They began to advance slowly.

"We need to slow the pace."

"The Spanish side looks like it's advancing, yet also like it's backpedaling."

"The players nurtured by La Liga's youth system have superb footwork, including Lamosi and Shenghesai, ball control is very solid."

"Ah, it's rare; Deheya also came out to show a foot, back at Manchester United such chances are few."

"After all, it's a cup competition; the Spanish coaching staff must consider player fitness; if they can reach the quarter‑finals, what awaits them is..."

"It's the German team; in the other match underway, the German war machine is leading Slovakia by a large margin."

Time passed quickly.

The France Stadium, holding eighty thousand spectators, was divided into hell and heaven.

One side sang in unison, faces lit with happy smiles.

The other side remained silent, eyes slightly red.

The Italian team's journey in this European Cup has entered the countdown.

On the pitch.

The grassroots players refused to admit defeat, they tried to cut off Spain's ball‑distribution link.

Especially Zhazha.

Such a player, looking clumsy, has exceptionally strong mental attributes and abundant fighting spirit.

Like an angry little bull, he fiercely plunged into the opponent's formation.

It had no effect.

Under Li Kang's coordination, Spain gradually eroded the Italian team.

At the 95th minute, the last moment of injury time.

Sawer saw Li Kang's gesture and fiercely whipped the ball, launching a long pass to the front.

It feels great not to have to think while playing.

"Italy is pressing too deep!"

"It causes a disconnect between midfield and attack!"

"Danger!"

"Beautiful, Spain broke through again!"

The ball rushed past midfield.

Yin Si Ke got the ball before De Rossi, lifting it up.

In an instant.

Real Madrid's young talent left the Roma veteran far behind.

Thirty-meter zone.

Chiellini and Barzagli quickly intercepted.

Yin Si Ke made a series of feints and dodges.

Still couldn't get past, huh.

Smack!

The ball was ultimately kicked out of bounds by Bonucci, who came to help defend.

Beep! Beep-beep~

The referee then blew the whistle signaling the end of the match.

Spain 2:0 Italy!

Salute guns and fireworks rang out together!

The hysterical frenzied cheers, like a swift and fierce flood, toppled the Stade de France.

"For Italians, the rainy night at Saint-Denis is heartbreaking."

"Yin Biliya's invincible fleet has found a new helmsman; the pride of the Apennines has long since sunk."

"Perhaps at the next European Cup we will no longer see Buffon, Barzagli, De Rossi, etc.; they are the architects of Italy's football glory ten years ago, a sight we are fortunate to witness, a shared experience."

"There will always be heroes fading, and youths rushing forward!"

"The 18-year-old genius midfielder Li Kang has opened a brand-new page in Euro history."

"With an unarrogant yet steadfast demeanor, he commands the team to cut through thorns all the way!"

"Let us bid farewell to Italy, congratulations to Spain!"

Buffon raised his hand apologetically toward the stand where Italian fans were.

This is the fourth Euro for the Apennines' goalkeeper god.

Perhaps there will be no fifth.

Italy's bench.

Paris Saint-Germain's goalkeeper Sirigu looks somewhat downcast.

He finally experienced the bitterness of predecessors like Toldo, Antonelli, Abbiati, Amelia, Marchegiani, De Sanctis, Pellin, and others...

A legendary Buffon has left several generations of fine Italian goalkeepers... sitting cold on the bench.

Conte took a long time to compose himself, smiling as he shook hands with del Bosque, then turned and walked into the dim passage.

The national team couldn't find the answer he wanted.

After a long while.

The night wind lifted the corner flag.

Li Kang and his teammates walked hand in hand toward the stands to thank the traveling Spanish fans.

He had an Italian goalkeeper's jersey smeared with mud slung over his shoulder.

By comparison.

Even de Gea's shoe surface is spotless.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is the other side unable to attack?"

"Our national team's defense compared to Manchester United... what? England was eliminated by Iceland?"

Li Kang slowly walked off the pitch.

The system notification sounded softly.

【Ding, congratulations on completing the mission: kill the person of 'Italian football tradition'!】

【Mission receipt: In a few months, Conte will lead the tactical frenzy across the entire European continent; then you will face the real challenge... if you haven't teamed up with him.】

【Congratulations on obtaining: European Tour Platinum Chest.】

Conte can turn the civilianized Italian midfield into gold.

If he were to command a well-stocked Premier League powerhouse...

Li Kang didn't think further.

He prepared to return to the national team base to thoroughly review this match; the opponent's 'three-center-back system' left him with many details he couldn't grasp at the moment, such as: Zaza's appearance...

The platinum-colored chest hovered before him.

The system panel automatically rose, revealing the dazzling contents of the reward pool.

【Balotelli 'Angel and Devil' module!】

【Platini 'Endgame Protagonist' module!】

【Trezeguet 'Golden Goal Winner' module!】

【Schmeichel 'One Man Holding the Gate' module!】

【....】

【Platinum Chest opening...】

【Congratulations on obtaining: Villa 'Super Lob Shot' module!】

【He, is Valdés's lifelong enemy.】

【At the most cruel moment, end it in the lightest way.】