Chapter 289: Zhang Bolun? Gibbs? (Daily Transition)

Pique cast aside Morata.

Umtiti gave up Giroud.

A defensive cover.

A block.

Too late.

Arsenal's number 10 lifted his left foot for a volley.

His posture was stretched out.

Strength to lift a thousand catties.

Bang!

The sound of the ball strike fiercely hit everyone's heart!

The football shot out fiercely.

Like a startling thunder.

Irresistible.

Whistling.

Spinning.

That unbelievable ball speed, as if tearing the air.

The spectators on site involuntarily held their breath, staring fixedly at that white arc above the Barcelona penalty area!

Ter Stegen didn't want to remain just a background figure.

After a season's baptism, he shed his immaturity and tenderness.

He wanted to become the male lead of that classic moment.

Unfortunately.

At the moment he leapt up.

The net had already been lifted high.

The Barcelona fans on site wore faces of disbelief, unable to accept the reality before them.

They suddenly felt the night wind of the Emirates Stadium, which was black, dyeing the red and blue into a dark ink, becoming the red-and-white background.

1:0!

!

"Beautiful!"

"This ball went in!"

"Strength to lift a thousand catties!"

"Momentum like a rainbow!"

"A volley shot without trapping the ball!"

"Super heavy cannon!"

"After the steal, a lone rush!"

"The invincible Super Li Kang!"

"A one-man show!"

"Beyond everyone's expectations, Arsenal took the lead at the kickoff!"

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A scene of wailing and howling

-【My 0:6... I didn't even last two minutes at kickoff before dying? Barcelona's luxurious lineup, I went all-in with all my happy beans!】

-【No more playing, refund!】

-【All the world's news media think Barcelona created a massacre! What the heck? Is the back line sleepwalking?】

-【Did Li Mingdeng cheat tonight? One person tore through Barcelona's world-class central axis!】

-【Every time facing Barcelona, they're that fierce.】

-【Super Li

!】

-【SuperLee！

!】

-【The little universe erupted, Barcelona's nemesis, superstar!】

-【His face wrote invincibility!】

-【Li Invincible.】

Giroud and Morata stared at each other: in this attack process, they didn't even have the chance to become a decoration!

No longer caring.

The most important thing now... is to celebrate!

Li Kang staggered a few steps, feeling the slight numbness coming from his thigh... the pain vanished instantly.

The benefit of the 'Tiger Tank' provided by Mertesacker actually largely offset the 99-point lower-body strength burst load!

The stand closest to Barcelona's goal.

It happened to be the 'VIP' seats of Arsenal's injured players.

Crutch, plaster made thumping sounds.

Mertesacker and Koscielny, etc., excitedly leaned out, wildly raising their hands!

Stay calm! Don't overdo the celebration; we'll definitely nurse our injuries well!

Right!

Once healed, we must resume training ASAP; we can't let Li carry the team alone!

The wounded players' eyes were resolute, their faces filled with anticipation for victory!

In the distance.

Rakitić covered his face with both hands, then immediately apologized to his teammates.

He said in a voice only he could hear: 'Li was too complete tonight, hardly any weaknesses.'

Busquets grabbed Ter Stegen and pulled him up, wanting to comfort him, but didn't know what to say, after all his 'world-class waist' was easily blown apart by Li.

On the sidelines.

Boerde threw punches in celebration while exclaiming: 'Boss, Li is too strong; his goal rendered our pre-match tactical deployment useless!'

Arsenal's coaching staff's pre-match plan was: maintain a low defensive block, seize counterattack opportunities, and fire a few cold shots at Barcelona... Who could have imagined Li Kang would blast a cannon right at kickoff!

Nobody outside believed Arsenal could defend their home-ground dignity.

Including Arsenal themselves.

Who would have thought...

Wenger also clenched his fists and raised them a few times, his red tie popping out from under his down jacket.

The match's course... is beyond our control; I mean: Li will still score!

Where's the team doctor? Li's shot was too fierce!

On the other side.

Enrique's expression went through a brief moment of confusion.

Now is not the time to stare blankly like an idiot, feeling shocked.

He struggled to stay calm, quickly gesturing to the players.

There's still plenty of match time left.

A miracle still exists!

VIP box.

Barcelona's executives' faces turned ashen.

Kluivert clapped his hands and laughed:

Don't you think this goal is fantastic?

Fantastic!

Clap clap clap!

Bartomeu led everyone in vigorous applause.

His mind raced: if they lose this match without any face, Enrique must be sacked, and Robert will forever bear the label of 'Camp Nou sinner'... As for himself? Of course he'd hold a press conference to denounce their actions!

Arsenal's celebration didn't last long.

Li Kang made a few gestures.

His teammates were slightly surprised but didn't question it.

The ball was placed back on the center circle line.

The match continued.

Suárez kicked off, laying the ball off to Messi.

Messi passed back to Rakitić.

Giroud, Morata, and Cazorla quickly surged past the center circle.

The number of players involved in the press is relatively lower than before; from their movement, the aim seems more to cut off the link between Barcelona's front line and midfield!

The overall movement of Arsenal's midfield and defense, viewed from above, is very coordinated.

Barcelona simply cannot afford to lose possession this time!

The ball rolled slowly across the grass.

It came to Piqué's feet.

This guy somehow ended up at the waist position at some point.

He struck the ball on the rise.

He delivered an ultra-long diagonal pass!

Arsenal's forward pressing line was instantly torn apart!

A focused Barcelona center-back has a distribution ability at top-tier European level.

The camera panned to the 40-meter zone in Arsenal's half, where Messi's figure appeared!

Barcelona fans' passion was reignited.

A familiar scene this season.

Roberto filled the gap on the wing left by Messi!

Messi dropped back to midfield to join the buildup!

No more strolling; Barcelona's advancing tempo is getting faster and faster!

Yinniesita surged forward!

In God's perspective.

The ball collided under Barcelona players' feet, its trajectory like sharp steel wires, strangling Arsenal's midfield.

Each was a single touch.

No opening could be found in any triangular passing combination.

Precise.

Reasonable.

A flawless passing line, controlling space and time on the pitch!

Li Kang commanded Arsenal's formation to fall back.

He was all too familiar with this.

"Faintly."

"Messi seemed to have turned into a Xavi with higher step frequency and faster burst speed!"

"No!"

"He is Messi!"

"Messi, who dropped back to midfield, possesses top-tier organizing ability!"

Thirty-meter zone.

Neymar received Yinniesita's pass.

Facing Xhaka's interception.

He performed a jump step feint, easily shaking off the opponent.

Then he surged forward two meters.

Barcelona's front-line attackers could now threaten Arsenal's goal!

"Beautiful!"

"The chemistry between MSN... Messi hasn't had time to push up yet."

"Neymar lofted the ball toward the center!"

"Gibbs jumped up but failed to make contact with the ball!"

"Was it Chamberlain?"

"Oh! No mistake, judging by the jersey number... it's Gibbs!"

"They look practically identical! Including hairstyle and head shape!"

Neymar felt a bit uneasy.

Although I had shaken off Xhaka, how did Cazorla and Monreal still appear on the deep advancing line?

How fast was the defensive adjustment?

What about my imagination?

Imagine a fart!

The attacking direction was seen through by Li!

With a slap.

The Samba genius delivered a slick lofted pass!

Yes.

Neymar's passing skill is also very profound.

The ball lightly skimmed over Gibbs's head and fell toward the top of Arsenal's penalty arc.

The exquisitely precise landing point was practically served right to Yinniesita's mouth!

"Yinniesita!"

"He can shoot now!"

He can't shoot.

In front of Yinniesita was Arsenal's number 10.

Arsenal's low-position defense... watertight, once again broke through Barcelona's attacking direction.

Yinniesita remained calm; injuries could not impair his vision and awareness.

He lifted his right foot!

Even before the ball landed, it was sent again to the right side of the penalty area!

"Found Roberto!"

"Roberto played it back with one touch!"

"The ball rolled backward, onto the touchline on the right side of the penalty area..."

"Messi caught up!"

"Left foot!"

"He can shoot now!"

He can't shoot.

Messi also couldn't understand how Arsenal had devoted almost all its defensive forces to block him!

Gabriel.

Maguire.

Giroud tracking back.

We need to deal with these three.

Immediately after.

Messi's moment has arrived.

Barcelona's number 10 moved.

At the Emirates Stadium, fans of both sides simultaneously burst into cries of astonishment.

A classic moment etched forever in football history.

Here he comes!

Unmatched step frequency.

His golden left foot touched the ground three times in a row.

In the blink of an eye, his centre of gravity shifted unpredictably.

Accelerated.

Decelerated.

Accelerated.

Sank his shoulders.

Flicked the ball.

His figure darted swiftly.

The naked eye couldn't tell what had happened.

The visual feedback on the pitch was rich:

Maguire was knocked off balance.

Giroud's kick missed the ball.

Gabriel misjudged the direction.

"Messi!"

"

"Messi!"

"

"Messi!"

"

Duan Xuan and He Wei couldn't think of any words to describe this classic scene, only able to hysterically shout the name of Barcelona's number 10.

The spectators' adrenaline surged!

Tactics?

Even your Arsenal number 10's defensive setup is still strong.

Can you contain a Messi in top form?

The genuine king of football's style!

Trying to apply Mourinho's prison trap? Can your Arsenal's tattered defensive line be effective?

Enrique's eyes blazed with fervor.

Wenger stared dumbfounded.

Boom!

Messi feinted, then blasted a curling shot with the inside of his foot!

It really was a boom!

In the '91 Messi' phase, his shooting had already reached perfection.

Raw power.

Perfect arc.

Tricky angle.

Leaving Arsenal's goalkeeper helpless.

Cech's leaping figure... might just become background?

The curse that 'Messi cannot break Cech's goal'—could it be broken tonight?

The ball skimmed past the golden gloves.

Barcelona fans were ready to celebrate!

They firmly believed: with Messi's goal, they would officially enter Barcelona's miraculous magical performance!

Smack!

How is there still a hand?

Chamberlain, stretching his body in midair?

Is this guy a goalkeeper?

Messi was dumbfounded, watching the ball be punched out for a corner.

"Oh dear!"

"Messi's perfect shot! Blocked by Chamberlain's hand!"

"How did he end up near the goal line!"

Cech had no idea what was happening, thinking his teammate had cleared the danger with body or foot.

He suddenly turned and embraced the 'defensive hero'.

"How are you so smart, kid!"

"It was Li Rang who had me prepare near the goal line; he knew our defence couldn't stop Messi... but I just used my hand..."

Chamberlain's expression was awkward, yet he couldn't help giving Li Kang a thumbs up.

The Barcelona players immediately protested to the referee!

The main referee pointed to the penalty spot.

At the same time, he showed Gibbs a red card?

The whole stadium was dumbfounded?

The person who blocked the ball with his hands in the penalty area is Zhang Bolun.

How did he get a red card... it's Gibbs!

"Adding insult to injury!"

"Giroud painfully covered his ankle!"