Chapter 271: Bloodbath at White Deer Lane

The attack unfolded with dramatic twists and turns.

In the end, it still went in!

Li Kang single-handedly created three scoring chances!

A deadly through ball set up a teammate for an assist!

Welbeck struck with a graceful, curling outside-of-the-foot shot, killing the suspense of the North London derby!

Perfect ball control, no adjustment needed—exquisite chip shot that broke through Lloris's five-fingered defense!

Arsenal, as always, dominant! They declared to the world: they are the true rulers of North London!

Duan Xuan was so excited he lost his composure.

Clearly, such a tightly contested derby was so easily put to rest by Li Kang.

He silently calculated in his mind how many goals Li Kang had scored in the Premier League... how many assists he had made...

Live stream.

-【Li Mingdeng is awesome, Welbeck is awesome!】

-【Now comparing, Liverpool and Leicester City are still awesome! One can break through Arsenal, the other wasn't slaughtered by Arsenal.】

-【Spurs' luck is just too bad—two goals down and they just stopped playing. They could force Xiao Li Zi to run the most distance in the match... still pretty fierce!】

-【Li Kang's stamina is completely drained! Sprinting nonstop, still getting shoved by three big guys...】

-【It looked like a draw in the first half... how did it become 0:3 so fast!】

-【Still, the professor knows how to use Xiao Li Zi—even the forwards are working for him!】

White Deer Lane Stadium.

Welbeck was dazed for a few seconds.

He hadn't yet realized how this goal came about.

Only when the cheers from the nearby stands rose did Xiao Hei Dan finally understand what happened.

"Li, your pass was incredible!"

"I knew it..."

Welbeck was so excited he couldn't contain himself.

Playing well or not is one thing, but the key is having chemistry with the team's core!

My starting position at Arsenal... looks secure now!

No need to overthink.

He excitedly shoved Morata aside and lifted Li Kang into the air with both hands!

Teammates swarmed over, cheering and celebrating.

Lloris looked gloomy as he rubbed his face, a wave of indescribable bitterness welling up inside.

He's not bad.

Why did I have to face Li Kang getting beaten up so badly?

Looks like the Premier League Golden Glove this season is out of reach.

Walker kept fumbling in his pants, constantly apologizing to teammates.

He still believed his defensive organization was fine—just ran into Li Kang, a monster who gets knocked down but still delivers passes...

Sideline.

Pochettino patted Dembélé's shoulder.

Pointing at the pitch, he kept whispering.

He didn't show his frustration to the outside world, but calmly arranged the next tactical adjustments.

His mind was still in turmoil.

Li Kang's three goals completely disrupted the coaching staff's adjustment plans.

On the other side.

Boerde said: "Boss, I suggest taking Li off—opponents' defensive actions are getting more and more aggressive."

Wenger nodded, then shook his head: "Wait a bit longer."

"Only fifteen minutes left in regular time."

"Pochettino made his second substitution."

"Dembélé comes off, Dier goes on!"

"Wenger also entered his classic substitution moment."

"Welbeck is off!"

"Arsenal fans gave this substitute forward, who contributed one goal and one assist, the loudest applause!"

"Giroud comes on!"

Dembélé gestured with his fingers, conveying the coaching staff's adjustments.

Giroud jogged onto the pitch, double-checking his hairstyle with his hands.

With Li Kang on the field, Arsenal doesn't need much adjustment.

Play restarted from the center circle.

Kane passed back to Dembélé.

He still prefers this midfield partner.

As long as Dembélé is on the pitch, I don't have to keep dropping back to receive.

"The most unique and unconventional midfielder in the Premier League, Dembélé!"

"An excellent product born from the false-nine tactic."

Ji Lu ran forward to intercept Dembele's pass, trying to disrupt it.

He failed to intercept.

The opponent had no intention of passing at all and simply brushed him aside cleanly.

The Tottenham players did not rush to attack.

The entire formation tightly followed Dembele's rhythm.

In the stands, Tottenham fans sang in unison: "Oh~MousaDembele..."

Li Kang felt a bit strange.

From God's perspective.

Son Heung-min moved forward to the front line, nearly parallel with Kane's run, Eriksen dropped back, and Tottenham's formation shifted to 4-4-2.

The madness of the Bielsa school was gone.

The team's progression and operation became increasingly balanced.

In a flash.

The phantom of the white number 8 suddenly appeared.

Cross?

He also wanted to loft the ball?

【Ding, module linkage effect triggered.】

【Cross's "Immortal's Guidance" module additional function unlocked...】

Countless fragments surged wildly into Li Kang's mind.

What the white-clad Cross conveyed was not merely a passing or shooting action on the pitch.

But rather his way of handling the ball when facing opposition pressure... "pause."

His stamina was already low, and now he felt increasingly drained... as if his entire body had been emptied.

The shadow in his mind shrank to a tiny point.

Truly, not a single drop remained.

He should consider, like other stars, hiding a small snack in his shorts to replenish stamina.

Time passed second by second.

Dembele demonstrated unique ball-shielding ability in the subsequent matches.

He rarely made large-scale transfers.

More often, he made short passes that matched his teammates' runs.

For a moment.

Tottenham actually managed to withstand Arsenal's three-man midfield press.

Live stream.

-【Wan Yama and Sissoko also stopped bothering Li Mingdeng!】

-【Why didn't Pochettino bring on Dembele earlier?】

-【Because Dembele's defense is weak... Tottenham might have judged that his combination with Delle or with Wan Yama couldn't withstand Arsenal's attack.】

-【Actually, Dembele relies heavily on teammates; he's better suited to partner with Xiao Li Zi, one handling balance and control, the other handling chaos.】

-【Useless, Tottenham has no time left.】

-【Dembele's arrival brought not only benefits; maintaining overall balance also indirectly affected the Bielsa school's attacking frequency.】

83rd minute of the match.

Dembele's effect took hold.

He shifted to the left side of the penalty area and received Eriksen's pass.

Thump!

A deceptive inverted triangle pass fooled Arsenal's backline, finding Kane bursting into the box from the arc's top!

He finished it in one touch!

The ball clung to the grass, rolling swiftly toward the bottom-right corner of Arsenal's goal.

Cech quickly dropped to the ground, firmly clutching the ball on the line.

The entire crowd sighed.

"Cech is too steady!"

"Arsenal at the start of the season, balanced in attack and defense, unstoppable!"

Cech did not immediately get up.

Leading by three goals, he slowed the tempo first.

Sissoko angrily complained to the referee that Arsenal's goalkeeper was wasting time!

Tottenham fans' hopes gradually faded.

"Pochettino is about to make another substitution."

"Lamela is standing on the sideline!"

"Is he going to substitute Son Heung-min?"

"He's substituting Ross!"

"Take off a defender, bring on an attacker!"

"Three goals behind, yet not giving up the match!"

Lamela was dissatisfied with not starting this match.

He did not think Son Heung-min had the qualifications to compete with him for position.

No kneeling to kiss the grass in prayer, seeing Ross step out of bounds.

He then eagerly ran onto the field.

The football fans booed in dissatisfaction: in the previous few matches, it was Lamela who stole Son Heung-min's penalty kick and even blasted a high shot...

Cech stood up unhurriedly.

He tossed the ball to Maguire.

According to logic, a centre-back's distribution should be judged based on the on-field situation and integrated information.

But Old Ma wouldn't bother with all that.

Pa!

Just pass the ball to Li and it's done.

"This pass wasn't bad."

"Maguire, like Vertonghen, easily tore apart the opponent's high-pressing net!"

Li Kang had just steadied the ball.

Lamela charged forward.

Tottenham's foul count ranks ninth in the Premier League, not many.

But Alli and Lamela, the two of them, are called the "White Hart Lane Double Devils"!

Lamela's foul play is hard for ordinary people to learn.

Before close contact.

He had already observed the referee's gaze early.

He quickened his step frequency.

Using his momentum.

He fiercely stamped his right foot onto Li Kang's instep.

His elbow jabbed toward Li Kang's chin.

Pa!

Li Kang's arm-raising motion to shield the ball struck Lamela's chest first.

The latter instantly let out a heart-rending scream, his face turned pale, and he collapsed in pain.

For a moment, boos erupted from the stands!

"Ah!"

"How did Lamela crash into Li Kang's elbow?"

"The referee still showed no reaction!"

"Arsenal need to control the tempo; the match is about to end!"

"Still need to attack?"

Li Kang gestured, passing the ball to Bellerin, who had surged forward from the flank.

After receiving it, he surged toward Tottenham's half!

Giroud, Morata, Sanchez, Cazorla and others sprinted wildly.

As Zakaria passed by, he still didn't forget to angrily shout two sentences at the writhing Lamela on the grass.

Arsenal are very good at autonomous attacking, especially when facing Tottenham, who have concentrated their numbers in attack at this moment.

The football clung to the grass, constantly shuttling beneath the players' feet.

"The penetration speed is very fast!"

"Monreal also surged forward on the other flank!"

"And Maguire!"

"Arsenal aren't holding back! Leading by three goals, they're still pouring massive forces into the front-line attack!"

"Bloodbath at White Hart Lane!"

The Arsenal fans accompanying the expedition sang their team anthem, boosting morale!

"The Li Kang Song" has also been included in the drafting process.

Only the fan organization has not yet unified opinions on the lyrics.

Tottenham's half, thirty-meter zone.

Li Kang received Cazorla's pass.

He turned in place to shake off.

He easily shook off the "strong attack, weak defence" Dembélé!

He continued advancing.

There's also a Wanyama!

This guy's anticipation is perfect, precisely cutting off Li Kang's forward path!

Winks also surged over from the flank.

Even without Walker, the two still have confidence in overturning Li Kang again!

No expected melee scene.

Li Kang suddenly paused!

He paused to create passing space!

Pa!

The football left his left foot.

In mid-air, it traced a rainbow-like arc.

Leapt toward the left path!

"This is the advantage of having more attackers!"

"Li Kang doesn't need to break through the encirclement himself!"

"He just needs his teammates to get into position, and he'll do everything possible to pass the ball over."

"Sanchez receiving this ball is a bit dangerous! Walker is pressing tightly."

"Ah!"

"Not passing to Sanchez!"

"Monreal!"

Monreal comfortably stopped the ball.

He then surged toward the baseline!

His sprinting speed was very fast!

Tottenham's back line quickly contracted.

Even Son Heung-min and Kane and others withdrew into the penalty area to join the defense.

Eriksen appeared outside the penalty area, blocking Arsenal's left-back!

Monreal eased his steps, not forcing a breakthrough.

He might be the most consistently performing player in Arsenal's lineup besides Li Kang.

【197) Especially when handling the ball.

Especially when handling the ball.

He had long observed Giroud's position!

He feinted to create a passing angle.

He delivered a diagonal reverse triangle pass!

Giroud held off Toby, entered the penalty area, and with his back to goal, struggled to trap the ball.

He didn't immediately pass the ball.

This diligent old yellow ox fully understood his duty on the field.

Hold on a little longer, draw Tottenham's defenders... waiting for Li's run!

"Giroud is like a big stick! Standing in Tottenham's penalty area!"

"He's about to pass."

"Lost it!"

"He's going to lose it!"

"Ah, he held onto it again!"

"Just a little bit more and it would have been lost!"

Giroud was being wrestled by Toby and Walker, really struggling to hold on.

Fortunately, Li Kang's figure was getting closer.

He decisively passed the ball back.

In that instant, as if unburdened, a surge of mission welled up inside him: just like Drogba setting up Lampard, he was helping Li set up the cannon!

Vertonghen reacted quickly.

He immediately blocked Arsenal's number 10's advancing path and long-shot angle.

Li Kang met the ball, and again paused!

He lightly flicked the ball up with the instep of his foot.

Vertonghen quickly turned around!

He wouldn't become the background for a "chip-turn-volley" a third time!

Unfortunately.

He misjudged the trajectory of the rising ball!

His pupils contracted.

He watched helplessly as the ball leapt over his head, lightly falling into the penalty area!

The twelve-yard spot!

There appeared a tall, sturdy figure!

Morata!

On the sideline.

Pochettino's face was ashen.

His mind was in turmoil.

He brought on Dembélé and Lamela, took off Delle and Rose, strengthening the advance and attack while also making Tottenham's defense even weaker.

On the other side.

No matter how excitedly Boerde shouted and yelled.

Wenger had mentally prepared for Morata to miss an open goal.

Inside Tottenham's penalty area.

Lloris quickly adjusted his position.

He dared not rush forward blindly... Li's passing line was too vague.

It doesn't matter.

Morata's shot-on-target rate...

Thud!

The football struck the Spanish striker's head.

It then veered toward the lower left corner of Tottenham's goal.

The ball speed was like that of a cannonball.

It left the Tottenham goalkeeper no time to make a diving save.

Accompanied by the sighs from the stands behind the goal.

The white net was lifted up.

0:4!

!

"Beautiful!"

"A battle of annihilation, a massacre!"

"Li Kang's pass was as precise as a cruise missile!"

"Morata headed in the goal!"

"You can always trust his forehead!"

"The outcome of the North London derby was already decided!"

"At the final moments of the match, Arsenal led by four goals!"

Morata turned and embraced Li Kang.

He then excitedly rushed toward the away fans' stand.

While running.

While taking off his jersey.

Under the spotlight, the white undershirt revealed a pink heart-shaped pattern.

The crooked letters, like a child's blessing!

White Deer Lane Stadium.

At this moment, only the Arsenal fans' cheers remained!

Live broadcast room.

-【Morata is awesome! Finally didn't vomit the cake!】

-【Watch the goal replay... Li Mingdeng's two consecutive pauses were too awesome, a masterclass midfielder! I thought only David Silva and Kroos in all of Europe could use such a tight-space ball-handling method so skillfully!】

-【Pauses? Is it hard? I can do it too!】

-【It's hard, you need to time the opponent's close approach, calculate their spacing, footwork... to find the most suitable passing opportunity in that situation.】

The upcoming match had no suspense.

Pochettino's tactics were thrown into disarray.

Wenger substituted Morata, bringing on Walcott.

The North London derby showed no mercy.

93rd minute.

The final stage of injury time.

Li Kang intercepted Lamela and sent out an ultra-long through pass!

Walcott made a long-distance run!

He charged into Tottenham's penalty area and laid off the ball to Sanchez.

The latter fired a powerful shot.

Once again breaking through Tottenham's goal!

0:5!

!

Beep! Beep-beep~

The main referee blew the whistle for the full match.

Another massacre.

The Gunners' youth, bloodbath at White Deer Lane.