Chapter 219: Euro Cup Final! Twin Fang Showdown!

July 11.

Euro Cup final.

Eiffel Tower fan square, a sea of people.

A massive LED screen towered at the base of the tower.

Countless tourists and neutral fans had gathered.

Colorful flags fluttered.

The whole world awaited the impending feast.

Saint-Denis, located behind Paris, the Stade de France glittered with starlight.

The honor guard on the pitch stood ready.

Xavi held the Henri Delaunay Cup, placing it on the pedestal at the player tunnel exit.

Sixteen-year-old Karolina-Noyinvir pulled the accordion, and its melodious sound floated over France.

Famous musician David Guetta stepped onto the massive DJ stage temporarily erected on the center circle line.

Under the backdrop of the rich, magnificent music.

The dancers on the pitch spelled out the French word for 'thanks': MERCI!

Immediately followed.

Nineteen-year-old Swedish pop star Sara Larsson appeared in white.

This Euro Cup's theme song 'Fighting for You' reverberated through the heavens.

The only thing marring the beauty was the sky-full of moths.

At the pitchside, the legendary referee Pierluigi Collina, who had come to watch, had his suit crawling with bugs.

Neutral stands.

Wo Le Er couldn't help but sigh: 'This scene reminds me of my youth...'

Tuopu Laotou exclaimed excitedly: 'These tickets are totally worth it!'

Dino quickly chimed in: 'Boss, if we want to go to the Spanish stands, it's free; Li has many tickets for the friends and family section— which team do you think will win this match?'

'I'm betting on Li!'

Cristiano Ronaldo's knee is injured; he might not be able to endure the match.

'What's going on? Why are there so many moths here? It's as if some sorcery summoned them!'

'Oh! It's moth migration season; the spotlights are attracting them!'

Professor Berenta adjusted his glasses: 'I feel like someone is missing.'

Close-up stands.

The little assistant was beating time together with the Spanish wives' group!

Player tunnel.

The players from both sides had no mood to feel the shocking musical spectacle.

Ramos and Pepe embraced each other.

Diego Costa looked at them with ill intent.

You know, during his time at Atlético Madrid, just half a game could make Real Madrid's two super central backs consecutively receive yellow cards.

Piqué noticed the camera aimed at him and immediately pointed two fingers at his eyes.

Saul was a bit nervous, after all he wasn't familiar enough with most of the Portuguese players.

Regardless of strength, humans will always fear the unknown.

Yinniesita patted the shoulder of the Atlético Madrid youngster, comforting: 'Don't be nervous, just like playing a league match.'

The little ball boys were squeezed into the corner by the coming and going crowd.

Both sides' lines were quickly formed.

Cristiano Ronaldo and Li Kang stood side by side, very close.

His expression was stern, his gaze fixed straight ahead without glancing sideways.

The two did not greet each other.

Each bore the hopes of countless people on their shoulders.

The waiting time before entry was long, and unconsciously I recalled the details of last season's draw ceremony.

Cristiano Ronaldo's expression eased slightly, and he instinctively patted the other's shoulder.

Li Kang smiled.

The camera happened to pan over.

Cristiano Ronaldo immediately withdrew his hand, restoring his cold expression.

Until the referee team walked to the front row.

Only then did the players from both sides separate.

The system prompt sounded softly.

【National Team Mainline Mission Reminder: Conquer Europa!】

【Mission Brief: You've finally made it here; the hardships along the way... are too simple, let the world witness you lift that Henri Delaunay Cup!】

【Mission Reward:???】

'CTV5! CTV5! Good evening, viewers!'

'Viewers are watching the 2016 Euro Cup final!'

'Spain versus Portugal!'

'A showdown that the whole world is watching closely!'

Tonight, it is destined that no one will sleep!

No matter which team wins the championship, they will create history!

Who is the king of the Yin Biliya Peninsula? Let's wait and see!

I am the commentator for this match, Duan Xuan!

I am He Wei!

The referee squad led the players of both sides out of the tunnel.

The France Stadium erupted with a cheer like mountains shouting and seas roaring, instantly drowning out the stirring European Cup theme song.

As Li Kang brushed past the dazzling silver De Laune Cup, he involuntarily slowed his steps.

At that moment, he seemed to understand the meaning of the professional players' relentless struggle.

Next, let me introduce the starting lineups of both sides!

Spain's formation is 4-2-3-1!

Goalkeeper: De Gea!

Defenders: Carvajal, Ramos, Pique, Juanfran!

Double defensive midfielders: Li Kang, Saúl!

Central midfielders: Cazorla, Yinniesita, David Silva!

Forward: Diego Costa!

The livestream room.

The number of viewers reached the peak of this European Cup.

-【How could Spain play Pique? This guy is strong, but he could space out in any match.】

-【Nonsense, he's the one who has been blown up the most by Marcelo.】

-【San Jose's old injury has flared up! No choice, among the remaining backup defenders, the most reliable is Pique.】

-【Li Mingdeng is awesome! If he had lifted the De Laune Cup as a midfield core at 18, he would surely go down in history!】

-【I hope Little Li Zi doesn't go through the pain of the Champions League semifinals like with his club this time; I never want to feel that again.】

-【Don't worry, the two teams' strengths are vastly different.】

Portugal's formation is 4-1-3-2!

Goalkeeper: Patricio!

Defenders: Cedric, Pepe, Fonte, Guerreiro!

Single defensive midfielder: William Carvalho!

Central midfielders: Renato Sanches, Adrien Silva, João Mário!

Forwards: Nani, C Ronaldo!

-【Why does Portugal have so many little black eggs?】

-【Dare to play a single defensive midfielder? Aren't you afraid of being overrun?】

-【Don't underestimate Portugal; this is a team built around the Primeira Liga powerhouse Sporting CP, extremely solid in both attack and defense—isn't club play just bullying national teams?】

-【Got it, this match is Sporting CP vs Atlético Madrid, Real Madrid, Barcelona, Arsenal, Chelsea, Manchester City!】

-【In two years, when Portugal's new generation grows up, Spain won't be a match.】

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The European Cup final officially begins.

Nani kicked off and passed the ball to William Carvalho.

He has long since lost his former vigor.

In his youth, he was called the successor to C Ronaldo, Manchester United's dark king; as a starting winger, he once scored zero goals and zero assists in a season.

Whoa! William Carvalho made a mistake—he didn't trap the ball well!

Fortunately, Pepe promptly brought the ball under control.

Before Diego Costa could rush in.

Pepe then passed the ball to Cedric on the flank.

The Chelsea forward didn't immediately withdraw, but instead rushed and smiled at the monk.

Whenever the two meet, a story is always born.

Elbow strikes, kicks, blowing noses...

They are so familiar that even a smile can be interpreted as mockery.

Pepe suppressed his anger.

Cannot foul, cannot get a card.

This is the final stage!

He is fighting for Portugal's honor!

After Cedric advanced with the ball for a distance, he passed it to Sanchez.

Not Arsenal's Sanchez, but Benfica's Sanchez.

The little black egg has a head of dirty braids, only 19 years old.

Before Li Kang burst onto the scene, he was Europe's most watched supernova, a Golden Boy award nominee.

At the edge of the field.

Mininano exclaimed: "Look at that kid's ball control—so full of spirit! His speed is also fast! No wonder he's called C Ronaldo's successor!"

Bosque nodded in approval: "Hmm, his only flaw might be his physicality."

There wasn't a hint of tension in the atmosphere.

Spain bench, Mo La Ta, Yin Si Ke, Ke Ke, etc. are all super talents who became famous young... Formerly, their limelight far surpassed the little braid on the field.

The other side.

Old coach Sang Tuo Si stood in the command area, waving his hands excitedly.

Portugal's tactics are very simple.

The advance on the flank mainly relies on Sang Qie Si to complete it!

"Portugal blew the horn of attack!"

"The process of advancing on the flank went very smoothly!"

"Spain's pressing intensity is not enough; we cannot let Sang Qie Si get past!"

"Danger!"

"The super talent from Benfica not only broke C Luo's record for youngest appearance, but also consecutively won MVP in matches against Croatia and Poland!"

"Limitless future... Oh no! The ball is lost!"

France Stadium, cheers rose again.

Sang Qie Si was shoved out of the touchline by a figure.

The football stuck at the feet of Spain's number 6.

The spectators exclaimed: "Is that all the Portugal talent? How can it be so much weaker than Ji Mi Xi and Mu Ba Pei?"

Li Kang did not think much.

God's perspective had long grasped the movements of the frontline teammates!

Pa!

The football traced a beautiful arc in midair.

"This long pass was a bit casual; even the most dazzling talent making their first final appearance would naturally be a little nervous... Wow!"

Everyone was stunned by the parabola on the green field.

Too deadly.

Like slicing cake, it effortlessly tore open Portugal's midfield-defense!

"The vision is too broad!"

"Like a cruise missile!"

"A long pass of extremely high strategic significance!"

"Portugal's frontline players couldn't get back to defend in time!"

"Precisely found Die Ge Ke Si Ta up front!"

"Li Ke connection!"

On the stands.

Wo Le Er led the applause.

Dino exclaimed: "Boss, Li's long pass like this easily loses possession..."

Tuopu Laotou quickly interrupted: "Do you think the Spanish national team is Lewokusen?"

"Let me be the head coach of this Spanish team and I could also win the championship!"

Chelsea's forward is competing with Ka Wa Lue!

A little black egg from Sporting Lisbon.

An uncontested confrontation.

No need for any small moves.

Ka Wa Lue was carried by Die Ge Ke Si Ta!

"Beautiful chest trap!"

"No foul!"

"Made for the advancing Da Wei Xi Er Wa!"

"Very effective as a pivot; Die Ge Ke Si Ta played like a traditional centre forward in this match!"

"Oh no, Feng Te thought too much; how could he lose position!"

Da Wei Xi Er Wa's speed is not fast.

While stopping the ball,

A De Li An and Ruo Ang Ma Li Ao came in to double-team simultaneously.

Still a one-on-one crush.

Don't even say "slow-version Messi"...

Even if you let Mei Xi from Ba Sa Qing Nian Dui come over, you could still break out of the encirclement!

"No problem."

"Nice pass!"

"Magician in tight spaces!"

Only saw the Manchester City midfielder weaving through, not only escaping the opponent's double-team but also drawing in Ge Lei Luo and Feng Te!

In the crowd.

Just like a cold light flashed!

Da Wei Xi Er Wa did not break through the encirclement, but his pass broke through the encirclement!

Hu An Fu Lan, who came forward to support, suddenly rushed out!

After receiving the ball, he burst forward!

Before his eyes was a vacuum zone!

Old Coach Santos stared blankly: How could the mediocre-performing David Silva in recent matches not be stopped by four people!

The audience was dumbfounded.

Spain versus Portugal—is the strength gap really that big?

Li Kang hasn't joined the frontline attack yet?

Did the combination of Chelsea's forward, Manchester City's midfielder, and Atlético Madrid's defender just tear through Portugal's defense?

You're kidding?

This is the Euro Cup final!

Outside the penalty area.

Pepe's superb defense can only be displayed when his teammates don't lose position.

Leaving such a huge hole, how to fill it?

It feels awful.

Also Cazorla and Yinniesita widened the attacking width!

No choice, he fiercely charged toward Atlético Madrid's defender!

Juan Fran isn't a rookie; his trait is rare.

As an excellent product of Real Madrid's youth academy, his ball distribution speed is very fast.

Even a more difficult long pass can be sent out in an extremely short time!

Pepe, who had rushed midway, suddenly stopped his feet, watching the ball fly past his head!

"Excellent!"

"Diego Costa!"

"Directly facing goalkeeper Patricio! That's a super goalkeeper that made Bale sigh!"

"Beautiful!"

"This ball went in!"

Bang!

Diego Costa volleyed a shot!

The football spun violently, whistling as it boomed into Portugal's goal!

1:0!

!

For a moment.

All Portuguese fans couldn't accept this fact...

How long has it been since kickoff?

We have a bunch of main players from Portuguese powerhouse Sporting CP, how could we concede a goal so easily!

That Spanish number six hasn't joined the frontline attack yet.