Chapter 269

The livestream.

A dense barrage of comments covered the goal replay.

-【Soaring on clouds, riding mist, a divine unicorn's lift—I almost knelt before the TV!】

-【The Great Sage and Ice Prince's fusion skill!】

-【So handsome, so elegant!】

-【I'm a bit worried about Little Li's stamina; when I use him in the game, his stamina bar drains especially fast—I can't keep it up for many plays.】

-【After all, he's not a little dwarf like Kant; the smaller the model, the greater the stamina.】

-【Vertonghen doesn't understand Little Li enough; he should hold his ground and fall back like Van Dijk...】

-【Knowing doesn't help; according to my research, Little Li's arsenal has three ways to score, Van Dijk's defensive retreat would open up flank space, and Little Li's rear diagonal also has Morata, this 'passing monster'.】

Looking back at the recent minutes of the two sides' tussle, Kane dropped back, took the ball in a sheep's guise, deceiving Arsenal's midfield movement from contracting to widening... Vertonghen then linked up with Eriksen, who used his individual ability to create chances outside the box, while at the same time Tottenham pushed their whole formation forward, preparing to use their numerical advantage to contest the second ball after a missed shot... but they couldn't stop little Li from being possessed by Bale and Bergkamp!

I don't even know how Eriksen lost that ball.

Son Heung-min actually put in a lot of effort; facing his former good partner, he could be so ruthless, actually sliding in from behind to tackle little Li...

There's nothing to be done; he's competing with Lamela for a starting spot, and this match is also the North London derby, so his competitive state is overly intense.

If Li Mingdeng keeps playing like this for Arsenal, will he break Lampard's record of 27 goals by a midfielder in the 09/10 season?

On the sidelines.

Tottenham's bench sighed in unison.

Just before halftime ended, they failed to hold the score.

Pochettino drew a deep breath, pressed his index finger a few times on his temples, and his grim expression faded instantly.

Let Sissoko and Dembélé get ready.

On the other flank.

Arsenal's bench players surged excitedly to the touchline!

Boerde excitedly grabbed the shoulders of the two team doctors.

Boss, Li is fantastic; he always surpasses everyone's expectations!

Wenger had no time to answer.

He hastily pulled a banana from his suit pocket and, in passing, picked up a bottle of sports drink...

The cheers and applause at White Hart Lane at this moment were like surging waves.

Lee!

」!

Lee!

」!

Lee!

」!

Maguire completely forgot the details of his forward run to join the attack, and he lunged ahead of Morata to bring down Li Kang!

Arsenal teammates piled on, celebrating wildly.

Li, you're so handsome! Too bad my sister is already married...

Quickly let go of Li, come, here's the banana the boss gave!

You won't peel it yourself, will you?

The thrill brought by the leading goal in the North London derby surpasses any moment in the Premier League.

Li Kang felt a bit tired.

Bale's 'Great Sage Descends' module puts too much strain on the body, let alone the stamina drain, but earning a goal is still worth it.

The team will seize the initiative in the upcoming matches.

In a flash.

The red-and-blue number 10's phantom gradually gathered in the wind... eager to try, but couldn't last long, and soon dissipated.

Ronaldinho?

Corner of the stands.

A small group of Korean international students couldn't hide their disappointment.

They all came to support Son Heung-min, hoping to see their older brother's god-level performance after landing in the Premier League.

Yujung, why are you still clapping so excitedly? Tottenham is behind!

Forget it, keep clapping, it's fine; experts say: Li plays so well, his ancestors might have ties to Korea!

Son Heung-min's mood is a bit complicated.

Amid the frustration of losing the ball, there is a hint of guilt.

He just didn't realize that his action toward Li was dangerous.

Alli, frustrated, spread his hands toward Eriksen, indicating that the latter's pass timing was not good enough.

In the distance.

Tottenham's defense is reflecting...

Vertonghen is apologizing to his teammates.

Lori angrily kicked the goalposts twice... How did he become the backdrop for Li Kang's iconic moment again?

Tottenham fans are suffering.

Li Kang's lightning-fast surge from the back... is just like White Hart Lane's former darling: wearing the number 3 jersey, left-back Bale!

Madrid.

The atmosphere was solemn.

Bale wore a troubled expression, silent.

He never imagined... Li Kang could still be like he was a few years ago?

The distance of rolling the ball.

Steps.

Running posture...

In the quiet study, only the sound of pen on paper could be heard.

After a moment.

Modric put down his pen and smiled: "I can't wait to meet Arsenal in the Champions League round of sixteen, but the group‑winner avoidance rule… No matter, Real Madrid has plenty of time to study Li!"

The midfield restart.

Kane kicked off and passed to Dier.

"Arsenal have taken the lead; they will slow the tempo, maintain a low defensive block, with only a few minutes left before halftime."

"Hey! Still need to play counter‑attack?"

"The scent of the North London derby hasn't faded!"

In the shot.

Arsenal's midfield continued to cross the halfway line, pressing forward.

The ball arrived at Vertonghen's feet.

Tottenham's coaching staff had not yet signaled any tactical adjustment.

Eager to prove himself, Welbeck lunged forward.

Although he's weak, his attitude is energetic; he spent the whole first half running and pressing.

Vertonghen looked composed.

He did not rush to exploit the left‑footed centre‑back's pressing advantage.

Calm and unhurried.

He gently tapped the ball back.

He calmly defused Arsenal forward's press.

Tottenham's coaching staff had not issued any tactical adjustment.

Vertonghen methodically looked for teammates ahead.

With a "pa" sound.

The ball leapt again into the sky... flying toward the front.

"Oh no, the ball went out of bounds!"

"It's understandable; not every player's long‑pass success rate matches that of Xavi, Pirlo, Kroos, Li Kang, or Calhanoglu…"

"Arsenal have regained possession!"

Monreal threw the ball in from the touchline.

Xhaka shoved Alli aside from behind and lifted his foot to touch.

Having joined the Premier League as a workhorse, fans momentarily forgot he was also an organizing midfielder at Mönchengladbach, and that he possesses top‑class linking ability.

Arsenal's coaching staff hopes he will become a hard‑yet‑soft holding midfielder.

Fortunately, after Xhaka's arrival in the Premier League—who knows what he's been eating—his flexibility has improved, indirectly reducing fouls in defensive duels.

The ball cleverly flew to a safe zone diagonally ahead.

Cazorla easily settled the ball and surged toward Tottenham's backline.

"Arsenal's midfield setup gels well."

"Wow!"

"A perfect fried ball; the Gunners' maestro toyed with Wan‑Ama!"

"An unrealistic dribbling god‑technique!"

"Once ahead, you've got to play like this!"

"Arsenal, kings of advantageous situations!"

Facing Wan‑Ama's fierce press!

Cazorla swayed, feinting right!

In the blink of an eye.

A push with the inside of the right foot!

The ball rolled to the left front.

Skillfully avoiding Tottenham's midfielder stepping out with a big black leg.

Then a light push with the left foot!

Fried ball!

Fans instinctively raised their palms... the cheer had not yet sounded.

Peng!

Close‑range audio equipment transmitted an intense melee sound.

Cazorla suffered an attack from behind... painfully collapsing onto the turf.

Beep!

The referee blew the whistle and brandished a yellow card at Son Heung‑min.

The Korean star spread his hands, an innocent look.

Hmm... this tactical foul is no problem.

The action is a bit big.

If Cazorla successfully gets past Wanyama, Tottenham's back line will lose its protection!

The refined Wenger is complaining to the fourth official.

There's little time left in the first half.

Pochettino is enduring.

Halftime break is coming up.

Tactical adjustments must be made in the second half.

Live stream.

-【Son Heung-min, peerless in football!】

-【I most admire his innocent look after a foul, pulling up the opponent.】

-【There's no way around it; he must perform well at home, as Tottenham's bench now has many players who can replace him.】

-【Son Heung-min has great growth potential; he might truly become a superstar in the future.】

-【No problem, his defensive attitude is very proactive; if he wants to establish himself in the Premier League, he has to play like this, otherwise how can he compete for a position with Lamela?】

-【Exchanging a yellow card for a defensive stop isn't a loss, right?】

-【Stop whitewashing, Cazorla is so pitiful—how does he get taken down every match?】

-【Why don't you try fouling little Li over there...】

Li Kang still finds it difficult to handle Tottenham's disconnected front-and-back tactic for the time being.

But the team is currently leading.

His active area is also getting deeper.

When facing a team like Tottenham, if we defend deep after taking the lead, it's essentially giving them a chance to equalize.

Attack.

Only attack can curb Tottenham's counterattacks and curb the radicalism of the Bielsa school.

A set piece from the forty-meter area.

Xhaka takes a quick free kick.

The ball once again finds Bellerín in a safe zone.

He doesn't think at all.

After settling the ball, he adjusts slightly, strikes powerfully, and lofts it toward Li Kang at the top of the penalty arc!

Tottenham's back line is on high alert.

Toby tries to contest the landing spot, but finds Arsenal's number 10 unmoving ahead of him.

I'm a big Western European guy, standing nearly 1.9 meters tall and weighing 192 jin!

"Excellent chest trap."

"Arsenal's front line has four attacking points!"

"See how Li Kang handles it!"

Goalkeeper Lloris's pupils constrict, and he quickly adjusts his position.

White Hart Lane falls into fear again!

In God's perspective.

Li Kang simply cannot find a chance to turn and shoot from distance.

Toby clings tightly to me.

Vertonghen's blocking position is perfect.

But it also exposes the flank gap!

No problem.

I and Xhaka have eaten "Vieira's big sausage"!

Arsenal's number 10 leans back.

Apply greater pressure on Toby.

Immediately afterward, quickly adjust body orientation!

Left foot brushes the ball!

Above the Tottenham penalty area, a beautiful arc is traced!

The ball skims over Walker's head.

It falls toward the right side of the large penalty area!

Morata's figure miraculously appears at the landing spot!

"When did he go wide!"

"Welbeck appears at the penalty spot!"

"Excellent cross-position swap!"

"Tottenham is dangerous!"

Morata faintly senses something is off.

Looking back at the first few Premier League matches.

As long as I appear near the opponent's penalty area at the same time as Li Kang...

My brain suddenly feels enlightened, and I can instinctively find the most reasonable "deadly pass" line!

Even the illusion of Li Kang turning into a curly-haired hairstyle often appears.

Um... it's just a bit like Platini when he was young.

Pah!

The Spanish striker decisively tossed aside the chaotic thoughts.

The moment the football fell.

Morata lifted his right leg.

Low driven cross!

The football was swept towards the Tottenham penalty area.

The Lily centre-backs had no time to react: in the Premier League, who crosses without needing to adjust?

Welbeck was itching to move! Sanchez helped him take Dale away.

He suddenly lunged.

He appeared just in time on the ball's trajectory.

The shooting space was extremely wide!

Come on!

The chance to prove himself has arrived!

How should he shoot?

Blast it!

Blast!

Nothing was blasted.

"Oh dear!"

"Welbeck kicked air!"

"What a waste of a great scoring opportunity..."

At White Hart Lane Stadium, tens of thousands of spectators were almost out of breath.

Lloris's heart... was in turmoil.

Morata clutched his head: this ball wasn't meant for the little black egg at all!

Boerde was so angry he pounded the turf.

Pochettino was both surprised and delighted.

The football struck Welbeck's inner thigh.

It bounced towards the far post...

Exactly where Li Kang was positioned.

The bouncing trajectory made it hard for him to shoot directly.

In his vision, the eager red-and-blue number 10 phantom madly condensed in the wind at an unbelievable speed.

Toby and Vertonghen finally reacted, quickly closing in.

The two Belgian giants, one in front and one behind, launched a pincer attack!

Their combined weight exceeded 380 pounds, they wanted to crush Arsenal's number 10 into a meat patty!

The next moment.

An unbelievable scene unfolded.

Li Kang extended his left foot and flicked the bouncing ball in midair.

He turned with the momentum!

Vertonghen lunged at nothing!

Toby stayed calm, didn't continue the double-team, but blocked the shooting angle after the opponent turned.

But.

Arsenal's number 10 displayed a flexibility beyond that of ordinary people.

That high-raised right leg.

It made it hard for goalkeeper Lloris to instantly judge the direction of his shot.

What will Li use to attack the goal?

Could it be...

The scene seemed to freeze.

Time seemed to solidify.

The Tottenham players felt an inexplicable sense of anticipation...

When Li Kang completed his side-hook motion upon turning.

The scene shattered.

The river of time flowed again.

Smack!

The instep met the ball.

The devilish arc... in an instant tore apart Tottenham's last line of defense.

Lloris stood dumbfounded.

He believed even the top goalkeeper could not react at this moment.

The only thing he could do was watch the ball lift the white net...

0:2!

!

The ball went in again!

Li Kang again!

Another lofted shot!

Elegant!

Lively!

He scored twice!

In the last ten minutes of the first half, the tightly contested North London derby witnessed a dramatic scene!

Tottenham, who had been evenly matched with Arsenal, suddenly collapsed!

Welbeck's god-level fake move set up an assist!

Li Kang lofted the ball, turned, and hooked it sideways!

A spectacular passing and shooting display!

The two of them were in perfect sync!

Arsenal extended their lead!