Chapter 211: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles at the Velodrome Stadium

Live broadcast room.

The big screen replayed the entire goal process.

A dense barrage of danmu:

-【Isn't he a classical attacking midfielder?】

-【Monster!】

-【Brutal Li Mingdeng, one versus five!】

-【France didn't expect him to charge in; a normal person surrounded like that would surely be dodging to find space—who would crash straight ahead so wildly? So, as he lunged to steal the ball, off-balance Kanté was knocked over, and Umtiti, frozen on the spot, was shoved aside.】

-【Pogba and Sania's movement speeds didn't match up.】

-【Or the defensive thinking isn't rigorous enough; aside from the two fullbacks, France's defensive line is too young, their defensive experience and cohesion can't compare to Germany's or Italy's—Iceland could score two goals against them!】

-【I don't care; I only know Li Mingdeng is awesome—he ate five little black eggs raw!】

-【The first half is about to end—is there still hope for those who bet on France?】

-【My 3:0... that's two-thirds correct.】

On the stands.

Wenger barely contained his inner excitement, lightly clapping twice.

"It's so surprising—Drogba is a... nightmare for Premier League defenders, and Li will also be a shadow in the hearts of France's young players…"

"France's golden generation, born at the wrong time."

Zidane couldn't help but sigh: "Deschamps can finally understand how we felt."

Real Madrid's head coach still felt a bit down inside.

He also hoped Li Kang would perform another Marseille turn or dragonfly-touch-water move, displaying elegance and composure on the French night, ultimately crafting a classic showdown together with France's young players.

Unexpectedly...

That kid scored two goals with an utterly unreasonable, domineering style!

On the green field.

Li Kang adjusted his left shin guard.

The shadow in his mind shrank wildly.

His whole body felt drained, the cost of using the cheat a bit high.

The nearest Diego Costa lunged at him.

"Li, your style is a bit like mine!"

Next up were Ka Suo LS Wu Er and others.

Yinniesita and David Silva stepped forward, closely inspecting Li Kang's jersey, worriedly asking: "Li, aren't you hurt? Do you feel anything off?"

De Gea, who had come sprinting over, casually pulled a bottle of water from the France team medic's box and handed it to Li Kang.

Velodrome Stadium, Spanish fans felt as if they were enjoying a wonderful festival.

In most people's eyes, the France team was the final reef that could stop the invincible fleet from winning the European Cup championship.

As for the victors of Portugal and Wales? They were merely witnesses to glorious history.

Umtiti took a deep breath; his chest still lingered with tingling numbness after the severe pain.

He felt a bit of regret.

He clearly had a chance to become teammates with Li Kang...

In next season's Champions League, if Barcelona runs into this monster, what shape will their back line be tortured into?

Lloris looked dejected as he helped Kanté up.

He staggered a few steps, waving at the team doctor and saying, "I'm fine."

Kanté felt overwhelmed, grateful that he was short and light... that unfathomable terrifying power was too horrifying, plus Li Kang's ability to adjust his balance and mess with opponents' balance in a short time... only Messi and Maradona could do that in this world, right?

The team medic made a substitution gesture toward the sideline.

The France team's coaching staff felt like they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Sania couldn't continue the match... which meant they had to involuntarily use up another substitution slot!

We can't afford to be wasted again!

We can't bear this loss!

Sania was carried off the field on a stretcher, enduring the pain as he waved to his wife in the stands.

Career and family—one of them can always make up for a wounded spirit.

Pogba rubbed his groin, displeased: "You're really useless—four people can't stop him one-on-one! To cut off his passing lanes, you also need to slightly widen the distance…

He got no response.

By the pitch.

Deschamps quickly regained his composure—after all, he's the head coach and can't show any weakness—he firmly patted Digne's shoulder, repeatedly whispering: "Forget the score, we still have a chance! Boldly join the attack up front, and when falling back, keep an eye on that kid!

Watch that kid?

Digne's mouth corner twitched.

In last season's Champions League group stage, when he was at Rome, he had already witnessed Li Kang's terror.

On the other side.

Miniyanuo said: "Boss, we're leading by two goals—should we bring on Piqué?"

Bosque shook his head:

"Up against Martial and Pogba... and what's that guy's name again?

"Mbappé!"

"Exactly, we can't bring on another slow-turning defender!"

The French team won't give up so easily!

The Spanish coaching staff is well prepared, but little is known about Mbappé—only that this kid is very fast; as for dribbling and shooting, the data we have shows they are not high.

The match restarted.

Giroud kicked off, passing laterally to Martial.

The latter immediately passed back to Pogba.

The French team hasn't given up.

In the closing stages of the first half, they still launched a major attack!

See if we can pull one back; the midfield and front line have that ability!

The Spanish formation steadily withdrew.

Only Diego Costa remained up front; the Chelsea striker, experienced and using both hands and feet, toyed with France's back line.

Koscielny struggled to keep his partner calm.

The young Umtiti had never encountered such petty tricks and trash talk... His face flushed, his breathing grew ragged, and he almost wanted to beat the man in front of him to a pulp.

Pogba returned to the left half.

This is his best position.

With a 1.9-meter golden ratio physique, striding with long legs across the green field, it inevitably made African people marvel that this is the Creator's masterpiece.

As long as he isn't dragged into defensive chores, he can fully unleash his attacking ability.

He is the strongest left central midfielder of the younger generation.

The French team still built their attacks around Pogba.

Evra, Matuidi, and others maintained a distance from him that allowed them to support at any moment.

Martial and the advancing Digne were pulling on Spain's right flank.

The advancing speed is very fast.

Mbappé seems somewhat disconnected from the front line!

Pogba is very good at creating space in the front; the Spanish team had better watch out!

The thirty-meter area.

Saúl and Cáceres charged toward Pogba.

The French black player didn't pass, nor did he use any flashy dribbling tricks.

He nudged the ball with the outside of his right foot.

In the process of diagonal running, he forcibly shoved aside the strong Atlético youngster!

The French team was like a dagger, stabbing at the ribs of Spain's half.

Beautiful!

Pogba seems to be saying: 'My physique isn't bad either!'

The diagonal outward acceleration run hides the weakness of insufficient straight-ahead dribbling ability!

The midfield advance and dribble were too strong, so the Spanish team didn't let Li Kang mark him one-on-one!

We can see that this generation of young players increasingly prefers simple dribbling methods.

We need to do something in the rib area.

Look at this ball!

Ah, unexpectedly, the long-range switch went to the right flank's Digne!

Under the spotlight.

The pink mohawk looked extremely hard.

Pogba held off Juanfran with his back to him, flicked the ball with his right foot, and avoided Cáceres' trailing leg.

Smack!

The Spanish defense hadn't reacted yet.

The French black genius, in an unbelievable body posture, sent out a long diagonal pass!

The ball's trajectory wasn't exaggerated, but its speed reached the extreme.

It precisely dropped toward the right side of Spain's penalty area.

Digne rushed in, lifted his foot to comfortably trap the ball, faced Carvajal's challenge, slightly dragged the ball back, and lightly swayed his upper body.

The youngster from Rome, Digne!

He's very composed!

He's about to join Barcelona, Enrique's hand-picked full-back!

His future is limitless!

On the future La Liga pitch...

Smack!

The Roma full-back decisively pushed the ball toward the baseline!

A black shadow shot past!

Martial!

He doesn't like playing on the right, but his ability to receive the ball and break through near the baseline is very strong.

The Spanish defense quickly narrowed the distance, contracting the penalty area.

In an instant, it blocked all shooting angles of the Manchester United forward.

Charge into the penalty area!

Do you want to take a shot yourself? There's hardly any shooting space.

Inverted triangle pass!

It's rare, Martial will pass the ball!

Oh no, Pogba is again being marked by Saúl and Cazorla, with no chance to take a long shot!

Pogba cursed Martial ten thousand times in his heart.

If Payet and Griezmann were here, we wouldn't need to play so complicated!

He stubbornly held off the Atlético youngster and the Arsenal maestro, stretched out his long leg, met the ball and pushed it, slipping it to the advancing Kanté!

Long shot!

Or loft a ball to Giroud!

All could threaten Spain's goal!

You poor kid who grew up picking up trash, don't let me down!

On the sidelines.

Mininiano's expression was solemn.

Bosque furrowed his brow.

The Spanish team had analyzed France's attacking patterns.

And they assigned Saúl and Cazorla to mark Pogba, while the others maintained their defensive shape...

In theory, France couldn't pose any threat.

Who would have thought that Pogba's ball-receiving ability in the left half-space and between the lines is so monstrous?

Once again.

Deschamps clenched his fists.

He was inwardly excited.

Kanté's mind was a bit confused.

At this stage, he hasn't yet developed the ability for long shots and aerial passes.

"I put all my points into tackling at the start, and Pogba wants me to take a long shot?"

Critical moment.

He saw a thin, weak little arm asking for the ball.

Without hesitation.

Slap!

The ball skimmed the grass, shooting toward the left flank!

Mbappé!

Mbappé, disconnected from the front line!

Oh no, Kanté's foot pass, I don't get it!

No need to make it so complicated; the overall attacking rhythm has also been slowed.

Deschamps was about to faint from anger; if that position were occupied by Matuidi, how great that would be.

Mbappé's moment of trapping the ball.

San José decisively stuck out his foot, seeing the ball about to be poked away.

The thin little black egg lightly tucked the ball.

A natural, effortless move, with spirit overflowing.

Just barely avoiding the Spanish center-back's tackle.

Mbappé dug his studs into the turf, exploding with an unbelievable terrifying speed in an instant!

Juanfran, who came over to cover, simply didn't have time to block.

Wow!

Beautiful!

Talent! Talent is about to overflow!

A 17-year-old youngster from Monaco!

Mbappé!

Yinniesita and David Silva, who had tracked back into the box, quickly closed down!

Both are not tall, with a low center of gravity and a stable base.

Even if they aren't good at stopping tank-like rushes, limiting a thin, fast horse won't show any gaps.

At the same time.

Pogba shook off the entanglement and surged into the box!

Giroud and Matuidi were also reaching out for the ball!

Including Martial on the right side of the penalty area.

And there's Digne, who had drifted to the top of the arc to find space for a long shot!

The French team now has a plethora of finishing options!

Mbappé did not pass.

A feint and a tuck.

Accelerated again.

In an instant he broke through the blockade of Yinniesita and David Silva!

So agile!

His secondary acceleration ability is astonishing!

Consecutive dribbling to shake off!

One person blew through Spain's back line!

He didn't blast through, but Ramos and a few others held steady positions.

Oh no!

From God's perspective.

Li Kang analyzed the most dangerous finishing point of the France team.

Slowly approaching the far post position, guarding against Mbappe's deadly pass...

A deadly pass...

No deadly pass...

Mbappe, facing Ramos's block, lightly pushed the ball toward the baseline!

His whole body erupted again with an indescribable burst of acceleration.

The whole stadium was shocked.

Smack!

The football was lofted high!

It brushed the middle of the crossbar and fell into Spain's goal.

In the process, it was only lightly blocked by De Gea's glove.

2-1!!!

The stadium erupted in an uproar!

Beautiful!

9 seconds!

From the moment Mbappe received the ball to completing the shot, it took only 9 seconds!

Consecutive dribbling!

Strange acceleration!

Leaving Spain's back line unable to defend!

Unbelievable explosive finishing ability!

He helped the France team pull back a goal!

Tonight at the Vélodrome Stadium, the protagonists aren't just Li Kang and Pogba!

Beep! Beep-beep~

The chief referee glanced at his watch and blew the whistle for halftime!

Pogba looked bewildered.

Deschamps still hadn't recovered from the shock.

The France team players couldn't even think of celebrating at first.

That... that guy called Mbappe, he's actually that strong?

Mbappe rushed to the corner flag area!

He made a sudden stop, planted his feet, and crossed his arms over his chest!

He enjoyed the applause and cheers from the entire Vélodrome Stadium!

Pogba's expression was torn...

Before the goal, he was still berating Mbappe for not passing the ball, clearly the far post position was better.

He didn't expect that the arrogant kid would end up hurting his own face so badly.

De Gea helplessly explained: "My view was blocked..."

Ramos looked apologetic: "I really didn't know that kid's traits; it's too strange."

Li Kang rubbed his forehead.

God's perspective replayed the France team's entire attacking process... it was Mbappe's attacking route.

Mignan bitterly said: "Boss, according to the coaching staff's data, that kid's shooting and dribbling abilities are quite ordinary, only his speed..."

Bosquet waved his hand:

"Now is not the time to talk about this; hurry up and adjust the defensive deployment."

"This conceded goal cannot be repeated."

Live stream room.

Danmaku flew across.

-【This little ninja turtle is awesome!】

-【His speed and dribbling are too exaggerated; what kind of template is this?】

-【Could he be the next generation's strongest forward after Messi and Ronaldo?】

-【Don't watch Ligue 1 so much; Thiago has suffered at the hands of this kid before, but Mbappe's usual shooting is trash, tonight his luck is a bit good!】

-【No big problem; Spain's back line now knows his traits; just slightly widen the defensive spacing and they can contain him! The key is to watch out for the connection between Mbappe and Pogba.】

-【If the France team focuses on Spain's left flank in the second half, they're very likely to equalize the score.】

-【My 3-0 is gone.】