Chapter 204

Beautiful!

The ball went in!

Unbelievable, how did he do that!

A great moment, like the fine wine of Bordeaux city, it is intoxicating and leaves a lingering aftertaste!

The ultimate display of individual ability, an unpredictable rhythm, an extremely exaggerated second burst of speed!

Charging alone into the dragon's den!

Straight for the yellow dragon!

18-year-old rising star Li Kang shone brilliantly on the big stage of the European Cup! He made the stars pale!

A thunderous long-range shot, the ball flew straight to the far post! The Spanish team broke the deadlock on the field!

Um... the European Cup officials credited the assist for this goal to De Gea's head.

Duan Xuan and He Wei were speaking incoherently.

Seeing the list of goal scorers and assistants pop up on the screen, he immediately calmed down.

The live broadcast room.

The number of viewers kept surging.

The goal highlight spread across the internet like wildfire in an instant.

The barrage frenetically filled the screen.

-【Li Mingdeng is awesome!】

-【Thrilling and stirring, so satisfying!】

-【He was so handsome, the terrifying rhythm changes left the German star dazed; I initially thought he was possessed by Figo, but later realized it was Figo and Bolt possessing him simultaneously.】

-【Teammates were also great; watch the replay, the spacing of Spain's forward formation during the attack was maintained so well, width and depth, point→line→surface!】

-【This is the power of the team, the national team version of Little Li, gathering great fortune in one person, sweeping everything away!】

-【The German team's overall defense was flawless, their formation not pulled apart; even after cutting off the passing links at each attacking point, they could still assign Boateng and Khedira to double-team up front, but they never dreamed Li Mingdeng could break through...】

-【It felt like the two teams had been facing off for so long... all kinds of covert maneuvers, yet nothing compares to Li Mingdeng proving the Dao with strength!】

-【High-stakes games are high-stakes games, but the result was Little Li playing according to the low-stakes game's card route...】

-【Who said my little duck's ball-out ability is poor? This time the backfield kickoff directly assisted Li Mingdeng, it has Noah's flavor!】

-【If it were Noah, this ball would become a chip shot!】

Atlantic Stadium, bathed in moonlight, resembled a magnificent white palace.

Spain's ancient ballads echoed in the night.

"People, everyone clap!"

"He brought glory and happiness to the entire Yin Biliya peninsula!"

The lively melody and the cheers echoed each other.

They adorned the white palace, making it solemn and joyful.

Li Kang quickly held his waist with his hand; ordinary people really can't imitate Figo's 'lowering center of gravity' dribbling rhythm, the load on the waist and abdomen is too great.

The little foal happily circled him a few times, then drifted away contentedly with the wind.

Teammates excitedly gathered around, frantically scratching his black hair.

"Li, I'm still waiting for your pass!"

"I was originally thinking about the passing penetration route and movement."

"You're unbelievable."

"Bayern... the German team was dazed by you."

De Gea jogged all the way to the Bayern corner flag area and shoved aside Busquets.

"Li, how was my pass?"

The German fans in front of the TV had very mixed feelings.

Especially Beilaiyindiq.

Many people, upon seeing Li Kang score, instinctively began celebrating, only realizing after a while that Li Kang represented Spain.

Soon.

Many posts criticizing Kroos appeared on online forums.

Boateng shrugged his big head.

He gazed at Li Kang's back, feeling heavy-hearted.

How can we still not stop that kid even in the national team?

Khedira complained: 'You Bayern have faced him twice in the Bundesliga, yet you still don't know his traits...'

Kroos shook his head, interrupting: 'I've also faced him twice... I also don't know how he achieves this breakthrough with rhythm changes.'

Ter Stegen sat helplessly on the turf.

Schweinsteiger patted his shoulder.

"Get up quickly, Noah never wastes time on emotional adjustment after losing the ball!"

"Don't talk nonsense, last time Noah was scored on by Li Kang's chip and was dazed for a long time."

VIP box.

Beckenbauer radiated joy, praising: 'Amazing, truly amazing! Li is well-rounded; every corner of the pitch is a position he excels at; he always compensates for his weaknesses in other ways, a jewel of German football, nurtured by the banks of the Bei lai yin River...'

Kroos's mind cleared a bit, the more he listened the more off it seemed, he said arrogantly: 'Of course, we are the crown prince of La Masia, we are the number 4 of La Masia! Ramos and Michele teachers' All-out attack-defense system's perfect ideal player! The ultimate answer is having ten of him!'

"He destroyed the German team's midfield four-man operation system; in the upcoming matches you can only stand there and take a beating!"

The accompanying doctor let out a sigh of relief: 'Finally there are some signs of normalcy, recovering well... he's started talking back! Looks like we need to bring the football sage to watch Li play ball.'

Beckenbauer didn't respond, his face still wearing a friendly smile.

Time seemed to return to March 7, 1973.

Ajax vs. Bayern Munich.

That was their first official showdown.

By the pitch.

Diego Costa wished he could rush onto the pitch to celebrate with his teammates!

Yin Si Ke excitedly embraced Morata.

Mininiano excitedly said, "Boss, according to the pre-match plan, we can let Pique come on after a while to strengthen the defense."

Bosque raised his hand, shook his head: "Wait, this match is different; the Germans are very tenacious, we need to observe further... see what kind of cooperation Li needs."

On the other side.

Low sat back on the coach's bench with a stern face, placed his finger under his nose and sniffed, his spirit instantly lifted, and he said seriously: "The intel isn't accurate enough; adjust to a low defensive stance, we can't let that kid break through again."

Zhuo Ge quickly nodded.

If we adjust to a low defensive stance... the German team will find it hard to equalize in the short term.

The chance, perhaps, will have to wait until the second half.

The German team quickly regained morale.

From the players' faces, little dejection could be seen.

Play restarted from the center circle.

Gotze kicked off and passed back to Kroos.

The German team quickly advanced from midfield to the front.

This time they weren't bothered much.

Spain's formation steadily withdrew, as if waiting for something.

"Observant fans can notice: Bosque's Spain has become increasingly... pragmatic in strategy at this European Cup."

"That's right; after taking the lead, one always needs to rest a bit."

"Go with the trend."

To prevent Li Kang from repeating his solo run, the German defense gradually opened up distance from the midfield.

Boateng and Hummels felt uncomfortable.

They were no longer the two passing hubs in the 'cover'.

Schweinsteiger and Kroos returned to their original positions, the two re-forming a new midfield setup with Khedira.

Unfortunately, they didn't spark much imagination between them.

The passing lanes became increasingly one-dimensional.

Gotze received Khedira's pass in the forty-meter zone.

He was about to lay it off to Kimmich making a run down the flank.

Spain's front line instantly sped up, launching a press.

Smack!

Bayern's little fatty is no match for Atlético's little fatty and Arsenal's two-footed monster.

Staggering, he lost possession.

Cazorla didn't rush to attack; he passed the ball back to the rear.

It seemed that the moment Li Kang stopped the ball, the game was about to turn dull...

The ball was passed back and forth between the red jerseys, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Cazorla, David Silva, and Yinniesita withdrew.

Koke occasionally turned back to receive a pass.

He felt he had returned to the youthful days when he was called 'little Xavi'.

All the midfield masters revolved around Li Kang as the core, running out one unpredictable triangular passing point after another on the green field.

A dazzling touch of the foot.

Positioning just right.

Spain controlled the match under favorable conditions.

The German front three were exhausted from running.

Boateng and Hummels could only anxiously watch from afar.

They dared not move.

Once out of position, they'd be badly beaten by that kid Li Kang.

Leverkusen can't sustain this style long-term, but it's old hat for the Spanish national team.

Before La Masia was born, the Latin-passing style of football had already flourished on the Yin Biliya Peninsula.

The essence of passing and controlling is defense.

Just in terms of physical consumption, it's superior to positional defending and losing-position defending.

Under the influence of hypnotic football, the spectators were drowsy.

Finally.

Beep! Beep-beep~

The head referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the first half.