Chapter 270: Five hundred jin!

Ronaldinho's virtual silhouette has not yet faded.

The pleasure and joy it emitted, like a flame, instantly ignited Li Kang's emotions.

The White Deer Lane Stadium had not yet come to its senses.

Arsenal's number 10 began celebrating!

As he charged toward the corner flag area, he clenched both fists, thumbs and pinkies raised, swaying left and right!

A gesture conveying joy in samba football culture.

Joy is contagious.

Arsenal fans wildly leaned out, frantic and frenzied.

"Lee"

"!"

"Lee"

"!"

"Lee"

"!"

Under the spotlights, the Gunners youth smiled brightly.

On-site media reporters hurriedly adjusted their camera angles, recording this classic moment.

The live broadcast room.

Comments flooded like a waterfall.

-【Wrong, it's a greeting in samba culture, meant to convey joy.】

-【It's the meaning of dreams!】

-【You're all wrong, Li Mingdeng's gesture means "666"; he's saying whether my goal is so "6"!】

-【666!】

-【Li Mingdeng smiles so handsome, I really like him.】

-【The goal is also cool, unmatched imagination! Chip, turn, airborne side hook! How to defend? Tell me how to defend!】

-【Tottenham played not badly, how did they suddenly collapse? Clearly the match was evenly matched, but near the end of the first half Li Kang scored two consecutive goals!】

-【Vertonghen and Toby's defending is fine, their movement tendencies and anticipatory awareness are impeccable, but they're too big; if replaced with small, agile center-backs like Mascherano, Ayala, Cannavaro, or Baresi, the situation would be much better.】

Beep! Beep-beep~

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

"A ten minutes that makes one slap the table in awe."

"Tottenham had a good chance to threaten the goal in the first half, but unfortunately failed to convert it into a goal!"

"Arsenal's two hundred million was well spent; Li Kang continues his dominant performance!"

"Audience friends, please take a short break; we'll now go into an advertisement segment..."

Li Kang was escorted by his teammates off the pitch.

Welbeck shoved Morata aside, leaned in excitedly and said: "Li, we really have chemistry... huh! Morata's idea surely matches ours as well!"

Morata staggered to steady his footing, the corner of his mouth twitching involuntarily.

Cazorla held his waist, nothing serious.

Boerde and the logistics staff hurried forward, some wiping sweat, others handing out water.

Wenger smiled, tapping his temple with his index finger, his eyes unable to hide admiration.

"Li makes all teammates... become much smarter."

On the other side.

Tottenham players were glum.

The collapsing rhythm most struck the fighting spirit of young players.

Lori complained that Son Heung-min's defensive recovery wasn't deep enough.

Alli complained that no one was passing to him.

Vertonghen and Toby hung their heads, dispirited.

Only Eriksen and Kane remained relatively calm...

The battle at White Deer Lane spread to the stands.

Arsenal and Tottenham fans went from spraying insults to shoving...

Various debris flew through the air.

The on-guard security personnel swiftly moved in, suppressing the escalation.

When Arsenal is leading, the locker room is usually calm.

A bouquet of white lilies was placed on the table.

This is a habit Wenger formed during his time at Highbury.

He would place in the locker room a bouquet of fresh flowers matching the color of the opponent's home kit.

Even in the North London derby, when facing arch-rivals Tottenham, it's the same.

There wasn't too much chicken soup.

After assistant coach Boerde finished reviewing the match and setting up the second-half tasks, he urged the players to rest as soon as possible.

Morata was helping Li Kang massage his foot.

He looked around, furtively lifted his jersey to reveal an undershirt printed with a heart-shaped pattern, his expression mysterious, and whispered: "Li, I hope I can score a goal in this match to dedicate to a deaf-mute child."

This guy is quite enthusiastic about public welfare.

When he has nothing to do, he still likes to go play charity matches and do fundraising.

Li Kang smiled and lightly patted his good partner's forehead.

The opponent was the formidable Tottenham.

He couldn't guarantee that Morata would definitely score...

Tottenham locker room.

Pochettino patiently explained the tactical changes for the second half.

He has a relatively mild temperament.

He won't overly interfere in the players' private lives.

If Ferguson, Mourinho, and Wenger encountered a disciple like Ali, they would use both soft and hard methods, trying every means to correct him.

Pochettino is different.

He believes players are the club's product, so he doesn't need to do anything beyond his duties, nor does he need to impose his own worldview on the players.

"We played well, especially our buildup and defensive work were very good."

"In the second half we need to restore midfield linkage."

"I will send out two midfielders to mark Li!"

"The pressure on others at both ends might be greater..."

"But this is our hope to turn the match around!"

"..."

The players remained silent.

The fifteen-minute break ended quickly.

Both teams' players returned to the pitch.

White Hart Lane instantly bustled again.

"Good evening, viewers, welcome back. We are now broadcasting the seventh round of the 2016/17 Premier League season."

"The second half of the Tottenham versus Arsenal match."

"Pochettino made the first substitution adjustment."

"Sissoko came on for Ali!"

"They want to strengthen midfield thickness in the second half... huh?"

"The camera cut to the Tottenham bench, where Alli angrily punched the seatback!"

"On the Arsenal side, Wenger has not made any substitution adjustments for now!"

Accompanied by a whistle from the head referee.

The second half began.

Arsenal had possession.

Morata kicked off and passed the ball back to Li Kang.

The shadow in Li Kang's mind shrank back to normal.

The energy stored from Bei lai yin's journey was used up in this match.

From God's perspective.

Kane came on aggressively.

Li Kang calmly passed the ball to Cazorla.

"Tottenham have seven players pushing past the halfway line—this is a scene they often show in past matches."

"Two goals down, Pochettino must go all out!"

"Li Kang's position is slowly shifting back."

"Wow, Arsenal are now playing with three holding midfielders!"

"Xhaka made a mistake, failing to intercept Cazorla's lateral pass, and the ball was cut out!"

"Eriksen, a wonderful through pass!"

"Phew, Koscielny's clearance was timely!"

The game gradually entered a positional battle phase.

The noise gradually subsided.

Possession changed back and forth.

The fighting burned mostly in the thirty-meter zone of Arsenal's half.

As Pochettino's gestures changed.

Tottenham's attacking players went berserk, launching extremely aggressive breakthroughs toward the opponent's penalty area, with fast and stable passing rhythm, while the attack direction shifted wildly, making it unpredictable.

Toby and Vertonghen took turns pushing forward, acting as a central forward pivot to free Kane.

They exemplified the essence of Bielsa's school on the pitch!

Leaving the fans in the stadium barely able to breathe.

Arsenal's pressure was not significant.

Every player in each position is at least at the level of a Premier League T1 standard.

Coordinating with Li Kang's command and dispatch.

Plus there are Maguire and Welbeck, two strategic troublemaker players.

Not to mention there's still a Cech in front of the goal...

Just maintain a low defensive line; as long as Xhaka doesn't get carried away or lose position, Tottenham simply can't break through.

"Arsenal's three holding midfielders' cutting-off strength is too strong!"

Tottenham looks to be in control, but their empty back line is extremely dangerous.

Pochettino has no recourse; two goals down, his adjustment options are very limited.

Even key Wissa failed to show the point of coming on; if you want to press Arsenal, you shouldn't have taken off Alli.

Arsenal's back line is very solid.

No matter how Kane and Son interchange positions or make runs!

Even if only the shooting angle is restricted, Cech will still clear his backside clean.

The speed of time's passage is very fast.

The two-goal gap also made Tottenham's players' movements much more restrained.

Often in evenly matched matches, the side behind concentrates on making full use of every moment to attack.

Li Kang was active ahead of the defense, and together with his two bonded teammates repeatedly defused Tottenham's threatening attacks.

In God's perspective.

In Arsenal's half, a set of grid lines was drawn.

The horizontal and vertical lines intuitively display Tottenham's formation shifts and player running intervals.

This lets him likely determine the opponent's passing intention.

He still doesn't understand the practical essence of the Bielsa school.

But the Arsenal teammates around him are not bad.

Even if he momentarily misjudges Tottenham's attacking direction, his teammates can promptly fill the gap.

Sometimes.

The difficulties one encounters in life may not have an immediate answer, but they aren't as scary as you imagine.

Minute 70 of the match.

Eriksen, under Xhaka's interference, made a passing mistake.

Cazorla cut off the ball.

Bailu Lane instantly burst into a wave of cheers and boos.

"The referee gave no sign."

"Xhaka didn't foul."

"However, Arsenal has few forward linking points... the counterattack can't get going."

Smack!

Cazorla could spot Li Kang in his sprint even with his eyes closed.

Son Heung-min sprinted toward him.

A showdown without suspense.

Li Kang trapped the ball with his left foot, shouldered the Korean star, turned, tapped with his right foot, and surged forward!

In God's perspective.

Wanyama and Wissa formed the first defensive line.

Vertonghen and Toby were frantically falling back.

The four formed a parallelogram.

To the maximum extent, they strangled the depth of Arsenal's counterattack.

Meanwhile.

Tottenham's overall defensive recovery speed is very fast!

Welbeck and Morata sprinted at full speed.

Sanchez was providing support diagonally ahead near Li Kang, making a protective link.

Li Kang adjusted his breathing.

He squeezed out the last bit of 'electricity' inside his body.

All attributes in the system panel began to amplify!

"His speed isn't as fast as it was in the first half."

"Walker is catching up."

"Why isn't Li Kang going wide, instead charging straight through the middle?"

Walker's mindset is very good.

He hasn't yet grown into a complete form at this stage of his career, and at Tottenham he also has to compete with Trippier for the same position.

But his speed and physical hardness have already reached the peak of his career.

Short curly hair, a pair of big-flowered arms, explosive muscles—gives the impression of a 'thug'!

One side sprinting.

One side raising a hand to signal Wissa and Wanyama to double-team.

In his sight, the back of Arsenal's number 10 is getting closer and closer.

I've caught up to you!

Li Kang encountered a siege near the midfield circle.

Now is different from the past.

The three burly black-and-white egg-shaped men coming from Tottenham's front and back are surely top-notch in physique.

Not the usual soft opponents to go head-to-head with.

The interception methods of Wissa, Wanyama, and Walker are very direct.

He doesn't like to reach out and grab and scratch, nor does he like to dilly-dally.

After closing in, he went straight to the ground and made a sliding tackle!

Six thick, dark thighs stabbed toward the ball!

The three of them together weigh over five hundred jin!

Just do it.

Li Kang didn't have time to make any evasive move.

The three big guys can block a large passing area without even thinking.

True Eye, a thick black mist burst forth!

He lightly tapped the ball with his right foot!

Wenger looked worried.

Pochettino looked just as glum.

If they fail to win this ball, the opponent can pierce Tottenham's back line with a simple pass.

Aren't there enough miracles happening to Arsenal's number ten?

The ball bounced high.

Li Kang was lifted completely off the ground.

In midair.

He displayed terrifying bodily flexibility.

Smack.

He reached out with his left foot.

His shoe sole touched the ball.

Sanchez stood ahead to the left, then took the ball in stride.

"Wow!"

"Too scary!"

"Li Kang, amid a triple Premier League hardman trap... kept the team's attack going this way!"

"The referee signaled advantage for the attack!"

"Arsenal's front line, three versus two!"

Sissoko and Wanyama collapsed painfully on the turf, glaring resentfully at Walker, who had ordered the double-team: "It's all your fault, you clueless commander! Now you're out of position!"

Walker felt no embarrassment.

As he rose, he lightly patted Li Kang's chest to apologize, then sprinted off again.

Sanchez dribbled into Tottenham's half, reaching the thirty-meter zone.

In his view, Toby and Vertonghen had retreated to the edge of the penalty area.

No time to hesitate.

After observing his two teammates' positions...

He decisively passed the ball to the better-looking Morata.

"Nice!"

"Morata, your trap is so clean!"

"Cut inside..."

"Shoot!"

"Thud!"

The ball howled toward Tottenham's goal.

"Clang!"

The goalpost shuddered.

The crowd sighed.

"Oh no!"

"Just a little bit off."

"Welbeck!"

"Follow-up shot... whoops, I mis-kicked!"

"The ball went to Toby's chest... Sanchez's press."

"Tottenham's central defender made a mistake clearing."

"Li Kang!"

Watching Morata and Welbeck combine.

Wenger's mood was like riding a roller coaster.

He somewhat understood why Bosque and Ferguson needed blood pressure medicine.

Those two guys together.

He might need to increase the dosage...

His weathered gaze followed the ball's trajectory.

His thoughts were interrupted.

The landing spot.

Exactly his favorite two hundred million... Arsenal's number ten!

Toby's clearance was interfered with by Sanchez.

Didn't clear it far.

But Wo Ke was standing at the landing spot...

Wrong.

Li Kang too!

The football slowly fell.

After Li Kang finished his run-up, he leapt high and headed the ball ahead of Wo Ke.

Sky-Shattering Echo!

「Beautiful header flick! 」

「Found Mo La Ta. 」

「Mo La Ta hasn't shot yet? Luo Si's recovery defense is already in place! 」

Hot Spur's defensive line is in chaos.

An Sen La Na number 10 landed, then... rushed to the top of the penalty arc.

Smack.

Mo La Ta passed the ball again!

Li Kang touched the ball.

Hot Spur's penalty area seemed to be sliced by a blade.

Wei Er Bei Ke still stood dazed in the small penalty area.

The football brushed his instep and flew into Hot Spur's net.

0:3!

!

The chief referee immediately looked at the assistant referee.

The latter indicated no offside!