Chapter 200: Is it that simple?

Atlantic Stadium.

The red and white giant jerseys each occupied their own half.

The European Cup theme song reverberated through the clouds.

Hundreds of dancers twisted their waists to the beat.

Perhaps because the dance content was too boring,

The director's camera kept shifting to the stands from time to time.

Especially the dwell time on the "German team wives' group" was particularly long.

Unfortunately, there was no sign of Lena Gercke, leaving the German fans in front of their televisions inevitably a bit disappointed.

Speaking of Lena Gercke, she was once Germany's top female star, with a height of 179 cm and an impressive 90-62-90 figure.

She had once been the girlfriend of active Juventus star Sami Khedira, but the two amicably split in 2015.

Speaking of Khedira, during his time at Real Madrid he was affectionately called "Face Brother" by Asian fans due to his strong positional sense, camera presence, big head, etc.

Compared to playing football, he was better at dating; all his past girlfriends were explosive-figure supermodels.

Of course, some pragmatic players on the German team still didn't like supermodels.

For example, Bastian Schweinsteiger's current girlfriend is a tennis player, former world No. 1 in singles, Ana Ivanovic!

Speaking of Ana Ivanovic...

The distance between the two benches was very short.

At the exact center of the tunnel exit stood a sturdy girl with a bright smile, embracing the match ball for this contest: "Fracas" ("Proudly France").

Löw walked out of the German coaching bench and warmly shook hands with Bosque.

The Spanish head coach felt a sticky sensation on his palm, and the kind smile on his chubby face appeared somewhat stiff.

The German head coach lingered, unwilling to let go, inquiring about the veteran's condition.

Player tunnel.

Kimmich was a little nervous.

Gazing at Li Kang's back.

A strange feeling inexplicably rose in his chest.

A bit warm, a bit excited.

Hmm?

Is it a sense of fate?

Me and Li, we are surely destined rivals of our era! Just like Beckenbauer and Müller!

Boateng suddenly patted the back of his head: "No need to pull back from fullback to defensive midfield like Bayern; we have Kroos and Khedira!"

The players from both sides didn't exchange pleasantries, but instead encouraged their own teammates.

Referee Kaoshaoyin warmly shook hands with each Real Madrid player, UEFA still unaware: this guy is a long-hidden Real Madrid fan.

Yinniesita helped Li Kang tighten his shoelaces, seemingly recalling the past, smiling: "Li, when I played with Xavi we didn't need verbal communication; a single glance was enough to perfectly understand each other, and you're the same."

Li Kang nodded seriously.

Although really couldn't see any tactical signal from Yinniesita's glance...

Suddenly a warmth came from his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw it was Kroos.

The latter said nothing, simply shook hands, then returned to his lineup.

Shortly after.

The referee squad led both teams out of the tunnel.

Atlantic Stadium, the roar of tens of thousands of spectators instantly drowned out the stirring European Cup theme song, as if making the whole city of Bordeaux tremble!

At the same time.

Outside the stadium, a mighty surge of sound also returned.

Not an echo.

But rather the countless fans unable to enter the venue.

"We can see that the world's mainstream media placed pictures of Li Kang and Kroos in their pre-match publicity."

"It's not just a contest between two European powerhouses."

"It's also a dialogue between two midfield geniuses."

"Each leading a star-studded lineup, they will leave an epic chapter in the midsummer of France."

In the afternoon match, the guessing side segment was especially important.

Yinniesita won.

He specially lifted his head to look at the sun, choosing the backlit side for De Gea.

The players from both sides immediately took their positions in their respective halves.

Beep! Beep-beep~

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The match officially began!

Germany had possession.

Götze kicked off, passing back to Kroos.

He calmly observed Spain's pressing formation in the midfield and front.

As an invincible midfielder in today's football, he had no fear of the opponent's pressing.

"Calm as water."

Kroos's preferred foot is his right; when he is active on the right half of the pitch, any pressure hardly affects his distribution.

Spain obviously knows this, ah—David Silva's pressing is a bit soft, looking more like a stroll.

Hey, Kroos still hasn't passed the ball?

Duan Xuan was a bit doubtful.

After I and He Wei finished saying four sentences, a few seconds had already passed, and you, Kroos, still haven't passed the ball.

Both teams' formations have already spread out.

While David Silva slowly approached Kroos, Koke had already moved into position to provide cover.

Facing the two-man trap.

Kroos's supporting foot lay horizontally between the opponent and the ball.

Without any extra movement, his calm gaze swept toward the right flank!

Koke did not immediately commit; from his several encounters in the Madrid derby, he knew well the characteristics of the German center-back.

Knowing it didn't help.

Smack!

Accompanied by Kroos's slick half-turn!

The ball lifted off the ground, spinning violently, tracing an elegant arc toward the left flank!

The stadium erupted in an uproar.

"Beautiful as a painting."

"He is waiting for his teammates up front to run into space!"

"His movements before the pass are very concise! The deception and concealment are too high!"

"He intends to pass it to Draxler!"

In the forty-meter zone, left flank.

Draxler slightly lifted his leg, and the ball obediently stuck to his foot.

His ball control... sometimes is of legendary level, sometimes of the national team level.

The camera pulled back a little,

Viewers in front of their televisions only then noticed that the German team had poured out en masse, sweeping through the Spanish half like a wind!

The German fans on site were overjoyed, cheering in unison.

"The impact is strong, the speed is very fast!"

"Spain needs to be careful."

"Kroos has switched to a position behind the formation, while Khedira has rotated to the wide midfield position!"

"Dangerous!"

Busquets's time seemed to have stopped.

He did not pay attention to Draxler, who had the ball.

Instead, he was judging the overall secondary attack direction of the German team.

His explosive speed is not fast enough; if he forcibly loses position to intercept, the consequences will be severe.

His brain raced.

The Barcelona defensive midfielder, since childhood, has been trained as La Masia's number four position.

【The position swap of Khedira and Kroos is a Sheep Assault; Real Madrid's big-faced monster is merely a distribution point.】

【The real killing chance must still come from the right flank; yes, that youngster called Joshua Kimmich has surged forward to the forward position.】

【I need Li Kang's cooperation... first like this... then like that... we two will definitely be able to, in front of the penalty area, strangle the German team's attack.】

【Next, it will be to simplify the complex.】

【And Li?】

【What are you doing?】

Time resumed.

Busquets stared blankly, watching Li Kang sprint while gesturing to the back line.

Ramos understood implicitly, began to lose position and charge toward the left flank.

The Barcelona defensive midfielder froze.

He hurriedly retreated to fill the vacant area in the central defense.

By the pitch side.

Muniain trembled with fear: "Head... the opponent's offensive is visibly swift! The whole formation's forward shift and rotation are too fast, like an army!"

Bosque smiled and said: "Löw intends to make the flank area the main battlefield. But our midfield... is hard."

On the other side.

Löw strove to control his fingers, calmly gazing at the green pitch.

Draxler is the Bundesliga's dribbling king.

He once blew past Real Madrid on the flank.

Unfortunately, his marking opponent this time is not Danilo... Danilo was blown apart by third-rate players from Ecuador and Peru in the Copa America.

After the ball was carried to the thirty-meter zone,

He was considering whether to speed up or pass.

Two figures appeared in his field of vision.

One took the outside route.

One took the inside route.

Juan Fran.

Ramos.

Is it okay?

Don't even mention the Bundesliga dribble king; even bringing in Hazard would be arrogant enough!

Draxler didn't hesitate, immediately passing the ball sideways to the advancing Khedira!

The overall attacking tempo must not slow down!

As long as we pass the ball through, the German team can rip apart Spain's backline!

Pa!

The ball was actually intercepted during the pass.

"Beautiful!"

"Li Kang's interception was too crucial!"

"Calling teammates to apply pressure in a limited area, then relying on his own judgment of the ball's trajectory..."

The German team's swift-as-wind attack came to a sudden halt.

The ball arced beautifully in midair, landing precisely in front of Cazorla.

It was as if their roles had been swapped.

The German team immediately fell back.

All of Spain's midfield and forward players surged forward!

Including San Jose.

Where to find the anchor of a strikerless formation? Pull a big center-back from the back line!

"Is it really that simple?"

"Just like that, they broke down the opponent's attack?"

"They're Bayern... the German team, after all!"

Busquets felt a chill blow past.

Immediately after, De Gea's roar came from behind.

"Busquets, don't space out, you damn idiot!"