Chapter 247: The Fall of the Dynasty

Beautiful! Sanchez!

The ball went in!

Will this be the lethal blow that kills the match?

Li Kang scored two goals and provided one assist, alone creating three goals.

La Masia's discarded talent shines at Camp Nou.

A graceful, elegant turn, a domineering, incisive through-pass.

Arsenal leads by three goals!

Barcelona faces an unprecedented predicament.

Live broadcast room.

Comments fly across the screen.

-【Li Mingdeng is awesome, he's raised Arsenal's control by two levels; the 'pass-and-cut' Seven Injuries Fist... isn't injuring at all, turnover rate extremely low.】

-【What the hell? Three net negative goals! If Barcelona keeps playing like this, how will they qualify from the group stage?】

-【Barcelona's back line no longer has Alves and Mascherano... Do you still remember how their defending back then made the professor kneel on the sideline and sigh?】

-【Mascherano's extreme clearance, Wenger kneeling. gif】

-【The professor has come out on top! Playing like this, even meeting Bayern in the round of sixteen isn't scary!】

-【Jinx, Ancelotti's Bayern is incredibly fierce!】

-【Hey, Umtiti isn't lacking in ability; he just needs time to gel with Pique. He's still young, the defensive pillar for Barcelona's next ten years.】

Madrid.

Modric intently watches the goal process on the screen.

The late summer breeze lifts a few sheets of draft paper on the desk.

I don't know when this habit formed: he gradually came to prefer watching Li Kang's team's live matches over replays.

«Arsenal might be the club outside Barcelona best suited for La Masia's number four position... »

«All attacking resources are at his disposal. »

«The limit of a single‑pivot midfield... »

«Li... he's showing the world where Barcelona's defensive weak side lies. »

Pop.

The pencil drops onto the wooden floor; the Real Madrid midfielder is completely unaware.

Amsterdam.

Cruyff, following the doctor's advice, did not watch the match.

He feels terribly suffocated.

During his playing days, after devouring a French team with burgers, he gained a die‑hard fan named Arsène Wenger.

Who would have thought that this die‑hard fan, after becoming a coach, would still be constantly bullied by his own disciples?

No matter how he scolds them in the media, Arsène this kid never fights back.

Pop.

He presses down on the old‑style radio and begins to talk to himself.

«Three goals behind? »

«What gives Arsenal the ability to beat Barcelona? »

«Their football philosophy... is a pirated version of all‑out attack‑defense. »

«Li joined Arsenal? What the hell is wrong with my memory»

«La Masia's legacy, snatched back to London by that Arsène kid... »

Camp Nou stadium echoes with the ardent chants of the Gunners fans.

«eonyougunners! »

»! »

Arsenal players gather together.

Sanchez's eyes redden; excited, he rises on tiptoe... and embraces Li Kang's shoulders.

He is a restrained person, unsure how to use words to express his feelings right now.

However much humiliation, it is finally released with this goal.

Morata, eager and excited, says:

«Li, there's plenty of time left... I can also do that lob shot of Xavi's! »

«Pique's turn is too slow, Umtiti is easy to fool! »

«I can smash both of them! »

The Spanish striker truly is the nemesis of Barcelona's central‑defense pairing.

Enrique is overly confident.

If he starts Mascherano, the match's progression might be different.

Cazorla used to be Xavi's substitute for the national team; now he still savors Li Kang's turn‑and‑straight‑pass assist, and can't help remarking: «Li's future height... will surely surpass Xavi. »

The red‑blue phantom in Li Kang's vision gradually fades.

Several memory fragments surface in his mind.

He suddenly realizes his understanding of partial space contradicts Xavi's.

According to his usual habit, he would bust through Rakitic and Iniesta himself to finish, but given the recent situation, his scoring chance would drop a lot... Barcelona's back line has ample time to reorganize, and Ter Stegen would also have a chance to position for a block.

There is no superiority or inferiority.

Different environments will have different optimal solutions.

Recalling the failed combination of the Spain national team's "Li Bai Bu" lineup... ultimately, it's still that the thinking on partial attacks is not unified.

Each generation's La Masia number four position has its own characteristics.

Nobody is anyone's successor.

Most Barcelona players are having a tough time.

They can't win the ball, and they can't even touch it.

Even when they were being blown out by Bayern, they weren't being toyed with by the opponent that badly.

Rakitic, this guy, looks like he won't be discouraged, full of confidence he said: "We need to counter-press in the half-space; Arsenal's passing lanes in that area are the densest! Don't just mark Li."

Just win the ball.

According to Wenger's habit, Arsenal will surely retreat quickly.

At that time, we just need to pass the ball to Messi or Neymar, and equalizing the score will be very easy!

His tone was firm, his voice loud.

It seemed to possess an inspiring magic.

Riding the evening breeze of Barcelona, it quickly reached the ears of every Barcelona player... and Arsenal player.

Li Kang smiled.

He thought Rakitic was really smart.

The all-round warrior who has trained in different leagues has brought Barcelona a different match approach.

By the pitch.

Happiness came too suddenly.

Wenger never dreamed that the Camp Nou match would be so simple.

Every goal was not scored according to the pre-match deployment.

The coaching staff's anticipated tough battle turned into a one-sided massacre.

"Boss, I suggest bringing on Maguire and Mustafi..."

"Don't rush, in this match we will not only win by three goals."

The other side.

Enrique staggered, almost collapsing to the ground.

His face was ashen.

He doubted life.

He was completely suppressed from start to finish.

Yet the opponent was still Li Kang, still Arsenal.

The nearby stand's Catalan fans exploded in rage.

Get out!

Enrique, get out!

"What did they buy with 150 million euros? Give us back La Masia's crown prince!"

Barcelona's tumor!

Get out of Camp Nou!

Lighters, drink bottles, and other miscellaneous objects flew toward the technical area.

Wensuai quickly dragged Enrique back to the bench.

"Luis, we still have a substitution slot..."

Too late.

Everything is too late.

Play restarted from the midfield.

Suarez passed back to Yinniesita.

Barcelona began to recreate the peak dynasty's offensive!

Huh?

Rakitic and Yinniesita came on, and their impact on overall progression was huge.

Does this mean Barcelona's summer transfer window has gone astray?

It's a pity that there's no Alves behind Messi.

Yinniesita, wearing the captain's armband, had mixed feelings.

He felt delighted seeing Li Kang's performance, yet regretted that Barcelona had fallen to such a state.

In the past years.

Barcelona's legendary stars left one by one.

Having experienced the rise of Dream Team II, the peak of Dream Team III, and the decline after Xavi's departure...

He himself went from an inexperienced youth to becoming the red-and-blue captain.

The glory of Camp Nou shall be guarded by me!

"Ha Bai Bu" "White".

How strong was the strength at its peak?

He is the main driver of Barcelona's attacking advance.

The transmission of the overall operation.

Personal ability? A historically legendary bug of an attacking midfielder!

The ball entered the 40-meter zone of Arsenal's half.

Rakitic feinted a turn to receive the ball, fooling Sanchez's press, and Yinniesita swiftly darted diagonally into the vacant space.

Arsenal's first defensive line was breached.

Smack!

Yinniesita touched the ball with one foot.

He didn't directly play it to Suarez making a deeper run.

Instead, he passed to Messi, who had dropped back into midfield.

No hesitation whatsoever.

The ball swiftly drew two arcs across the green pitch.

"Beautiful!"

"Messi and Yinniesita's chemistry!"

"Two past three!"

"Arsenal's second defensive line was easily torn apart."

"An ultimate visual treat."

"Will the two of them recreate the beautiful moment of two against seven again?"

"A final burst of brilliance!"

"That peak cosmic team seems to be back again!"

Arsenal's defense shows no signs of panic.

They have endured the onslaught of peak Barcelona, gaining plenty of experience from being beaten.

As defenders desperately closed down space, the midfield launched a suffocating press.

Unfortunately, it has no effect for now.

"Can't hold him!"

"Ramsey, pulling and tugging, still couldn't hold Messi!"

"During dead-ball situations, they'll surely get an extra yellow from the referee!"

"Messi slipped the ball diagonally to Neymar!"

"A beautiful lofted pass."

"The lively arc crafted by the Samba genius!"

"Yinniesita, here he comes!"

Arsenal's defense was ripped apart into chaos.

The fans felt a bit uneasy:

How many teams today can stop MSN plus Yinniesita?

What about Li Kang?

How is he still active up front!

Barcelona finally showed the second scoring chance after Messi.

The right side of the penalty area.

There was nothing left blocking Yinniesita.

An absolute vacuum.

The ball dropped at his feet.

He struck a volley.

Just like the 2009 Champions League final and the 2010 World Cup final.

Mr. Big Game.

Yinniesita.

The passion of Camp Nou, along with his shooting motion, was ignited at this moment!

Thud!

What a shame.

Competitive sports are ultimately not a beautiful fairy tale.

Cech dove to his side and securely gathered the ball.

This super goalkeeper, whose wings have been clipped, has always been Barcelona's nemesis.

"No goal to save face!"

"Cech is in great shape!"

"Arsenal might be looking to waste some time..."

"Cech quickly got up—is he looking to launch a direct counterattack?"

"A powerful throw-in!"

"Wow!"

Looking at the history of modern football.

Whether in reality or in games.

Lai Man was the first goalkeeper who liked to launch counterattacks with throw-ins.

Cech is the second.

Especially during his peak years without a tank helmet.

Nuoyin'er?

He was born later than the two seniors.

The ball rushed through the air above Nou Camp...

"Near the center circle, Li Kang and Roberto appeared at the landing spot!"

"Their height difference... there's no doubt about the header contest!"

Li Kang placed the ball one meter ahead of him.

He began a fierce charge.

Roberto tried to pull him, but was violently flung onto the turf.

Umtiti and Pique immediately turned and retreated!

It's too late.

When Morata completed his start.

Li Kang played a through pass.

The ball was like a dagger, piercing Barcelona's defensive line.

The super striker who doesn't shoot easily broke through Barcelona's defense.

"One-on-one!"

"The link-up between Li Kang and Morata!"

"The 250 million combination!"

"The timing of the pass was perfect."

"Morata shook off Pique and Umtiti by a distance!"

"Nou Camp fans now miss Mascherano terribly!"

"Ter Stegen has come out!"

"Ah!"

"Arsenal's center forward made a mistake in trapping the ball!"

The crowd erupted.

Seeing Morata about to receive Li Kang's pass at the edge of Barcelona's penalty area...

He actually flicked the ball up with his heel!

Is he also trying to imitate Xavi?

That's too ridiculous!

Ter Stegen furrowed his brow.

Considering from his perspective.

Such an unconventional trap... is hard to block.

The whole world remembers Xavi's clip of striking the ball with the heel of his foot.

Barcelona's goalkeeper quickly closed the distance.

But he discovered that Morata had leapt up!

At the instant the ball fell.

A handsome face fiercely headed it toward Barcelona's goal!

"Ah!"

"Ter Stegen made a mistake in judgment..."

"Alba is desperately tracking back."

"Sliding tackle on the ground!"

"Clearing the line... oh no, my legs are too short, I couldn't reach the ball!"

"The ball went in!"

"Morata scored on a one-on-one, netting his first goal since joining Arsenal!"

"His imagination is too rich; he headed the ball in tribute to Xavi!"

"0:4!

"!"

"Massacre! The Arsenal cannon bombarded Nou Camp!"

Morata of course didn't stop to celebrate himself.

He immediately turned and ran back.

He excitedly slapped his forehead and shouted.

"Li, your pass is too easy to adjust!"

"We two are really awesome!"

Arsenal sank into joy, red-and-white flags planted in Nou Camp's territory.

Barcelona fell into an ice cellar, the peak dream of the four-dynasty era set sail... it's practically the year's most ironic joke.

Yinniesita shook his head helplessly.

Busquets sighed.

The coaching staff also couldn't give a clear tactical adjustment.

Only Rakitic patiently communicated with the defensive teammates.

The camera moved to the technical area.

Wenger, beaming with spring breeze, and Enrique, lost and dejected... the two head coaches left behind a strikingly contrasting classic photo.

CCTV5 live stream.

-【Li Mingdeng knows Barcelona too well.】

-【Morata looks quite handsome; why haven't I noticed before?】

What's wrong with Barcelona? They have the king bomb holding the South American trident, spent 1.5 billion in the summer window; they should at least reach the Champions League final this year.

-【No worries, it's just the first group stage match; we'll definitely advance, and we'll pick up big points later against Monaco and Eindhoven.】

-【Trivia: In the 2010 World Cup, Spain also lost their opening group match, yet they eventually lifted the World Cup... Forget it, no more self‑comfort; we can only say we were shut down by Arsenal this time.】

-【Time ticked by second by second.】

-【Barcelona tried to defend their last dignity with attack.】

-【Unfortunately, Arsenal's positional defense, bolstered by Li Kang, far surpasses that of the past.】

-【Yinniesita, ravaged by injuries, kept falling under wave after wave of tackles; he is no longer the peak 'little white' who could break through a five‑man press.】

-【Messi is tired.】

-【He is active up front, but the midfield struggles to deliver the shells.】

-【When he drops back to midfield, the threat up front is halved.】

-【The superstar tries hard to hide Barcelona's problems.】

-【The spectators lamented: the strongest South American trident... can the myth not continue?】

-【Minute 94 of the match.】

-【The last moment of injury time.】

-【Cazorla sent a long pass.】

-【Morata once again devoured Umtiti...】

-【"Giant‑killer!"】

-【"Barcelona's defense was knocked senseless."】

-【"Ter Stegen."】

-【"Oh no, got beaten again."】

-【"Open goal!"】

-【"Morata chose to carry the ball into Barcelona's net this time!"】

-【Beep! Beep‑beep~】

-【Finally.】

-【The head referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the match!】

-【Barcelona 0:5 Arsenal!】

-【Enrique stared blankly, kneeling in the technical area.】

-【Just like Wenger kneeling at Nou Camp back in the day.】