Chapter 290: That Must Be a Miracle Red and White (Daily Transition)

【Ding, detected teammate-Jiro's ankle sprain, triggering buff: "Juggling Shot" module!】

I can't stop myself from being so handsome and charming.

How did Jiro's perfume ad line pop up?

Li Kang reached out his finger and poked apart the "alluring" muscular man phantom before his eyes.

【Ding, detected teammate-Gibbs' extremely low mood, triggering buff: "Left-Wing Little War God" module!】

When you're active on the opponent's penalty area left side...

Extremely low mood?

Can this also count as an injury?

This era's Jiro hasn't evolved into his complete form yet, often being called a big flop, his happiness level comparable to Sterling, Lingard, Sturridge, and Bentek...

"Fate-type center forward."

Whether he scores or not, it all depends on fate.

Either he doesn't score.

Or once he scores, it's a godlike goal.

His tall and mighty physique isn't clumsy, possessing an extremely mismatched flexibility.

"Li, sorry, I can't continue the match."

His tone was sorrowful.

The Arsenal old ox, diligent and hardworking, his face full of sorrow, patted Li Kang's buttocks with his hand, then was carried off the field by the stretcher team.

In the distance.

Other Arsenal players surrounded the main referee.

Zhang Bolun had one hand touching his own short buzz cut, the other patting Gibbs' small marinated egg, frantically explaining: "The handball was me! Not Gibbs!"

Who gets this red card is crucial.

You must know Gibbs is a left-back by origin, and in the 3-5-2 formation shift, his flexibility is higher, able to slightly ease MSN's attacking speed.

The main referee paid no attention.

His expression was stern.

He raised his hand to warn Gibbs not to talk nonsense...

Zhang Bolun quickly gestured that it was him speaking!

Poor Gibbs... touching his own small marinated egg, he left the field glumly.

He secretly swore: never again will I deal with Zhang Bolun this guy over the same hairstyle!

CTV5 live stream.

"Let's look at the replay!"

"Jiro was defending against Messi when he twisted his own ankle... oh! This is a bit scary."

"The team doctor gestured to the coaching staff, Arsenal's starting center forward, can't continue the match."

"Um... coming on is Welbeck!"

"Wenger is quite passive, having used up the first substitution slot shortly after kickoff..."

Duan Xuan quickly jabbed his partner with his elbow.

Don't just focus the view on Arsenal.

"The goddess of victory is smiling toward Barcelona! Messi descended as a god, relying on individual ability to earn the team a precious penalty."

"Arsenal, however, is miserable, having been reduced to ten men by a red card, and also losing a key player to injury!"

Messi placed the ball on the penalty spot.

He stepped back.

While gazing at the Arsenal goalkeeper.

One of Barcelona's nightmare goalkeepers, Cech!

Having faced him multiple times over nine years, I've never broken through his guarded goal.

The penalty kick is a psychological battle.

Beep!

The main referee's whistle blew.

Messi began his run-up.

The audience followed his steps, unconsciously holding their breath.

Smack!

The football lifted off the ground, kicking up grass clippings.

As if piercing through cloud layers like an arrow, it flew straight to the top corner of the goal!

Cech's body stretched to the extreme in midair.

He had judged Messi's shot direction... the golden glove once again brushed past the football!

But couldn't change the outcome.

Arsenal's net was lifted.

The joy and sorrow of both sides' fans were exchanged at this moment.

1:1!

!

"Messi!"

"Breaking the curse!"

"A beautiful curling shot from the inside of the foot!"

"It's practically a work of art!"

"Who could possibly stop him?"

"Barcelona equalized the score!"

"Could this be the beginning of a miracle?"

In the livestream room.

Bullet comments flew across the screen.

-【Messi is awesome!】

-【This match contains too many elements.】

-【Brothers on the rooftop, come down quickly—you still have hope, and so does Barcelona.】

-【Thank you, Messi, lifelong fan.】

-【Eleven-man Barcelona still not thrashing the ten-man Arsenal? I'll order takeout first—tonight I'll really relax and unwind.】

-【Even if Li Mingdeng is invincible, it's useless—football is a team sport; can one person really play as two? Can his stamina hold up?】

-【Arsenal is done for.】

-【The depleted Arsenal squad is even more depleted.】

-【Barcelona has always been Wenger's nemesis.】

-【I declare: the moment of Barcelona's comeback has officially begun!】

-【Haven't you heard... of the Ruby War God Card?】

Barcelona players did not celebrate.

They surged madly into the net area, scrambling to pick up the ball.

Hurry up.

We must seize the remaining time and complete the comeback!

Messi reached out and pulled up Cech.

The two said nothing.

The nine-year curse was finally broken.

Emirates Stadium.

Arsenal fans were very quiet.

Barcelona fans roared in overwhelming numbers.

"Messi!

"

"Messi!

"

"VamosBarca!

"

On the sidelines.

Enrique stood in the technical area, arms raised, shouting loudly.

His expression was frenzied.

As if he had won the entire world!

A few Arsenal substitutes had just finished warming up and walked past.

Barcelona's head coach eagerly grabbed their hands, wanting to share this moment of joy!

"It's started!"

"Barcelona's moment has begun!"

On the other side.

Boerde frowned with worry.

"Boss, we're down to ten men, we've conceded a penalty to equalize—my suggestion is to stick to low defensive positioning, abandon counterattacks, it's fine—we've already qualified, no need to fight Barcelona to the death!"

Wenger wore a solemn expression, shaking his head.

Since losing the Champions League final back then.

Barcelona seemed like a mountain pressing down on his heart.

An insurmountable mountain.

VIP box.

Bartomeu and the Barcelona executives were overjoyed.

They clapped with all their might.

"Cheers! Cheers!"

"The game has become very simple."

"Mr. Kryukov, we have one foot already on the threshold of qualification."

Unaware.

When did Barcelona's qualification for the Champions League group stage become worth celebrating?

Kryukov smiled slightly, without responding.

Time passed second by second.

Arsenal played extremely passively.

Barcelona fought harder and grew braver.

La Masia's football philosophy itself excels at leveraging numerical advantages in confined spaces, let alone Arsenal now playing with one fewer man.

The numerical disadvantage might not immediately reflect in the score, but the balance of the situation has already been broken.

Everyone believed: Barcelona's second goal would not be far off.

28th minute of the match.

Yinniesita, the old tree in bloom, suddenly sprang to life, using his agile dribbling to shake off Zakaria effortlessly.

It's not that Zakaria is weak.

It's that his style is heavily countered.

It's that this legendary Barcelona midfielder still has some fuel left in the tank.

He didn't push too far forward.

In the forty-meter zone.

Yinniesita passed the ball sideways to Messi.

Messi swapped positions with Roberto again.

Once again transforming into one of the world's top attacking midfielders!

Arsenal's formation had no choice but to retreat as he advanced.

"Midfield strangulation, very difficult to win with fewer numbers."

"Messi is very active; his ability to break through in the middle is terrifying."

"Barcelona has too many attacking threats in the front!"

"Li Kang has returned to his most familiar position."

"Drop back as a midfielder, strengthen defense."

Messi's step frequency is extremely high; he stumbled all the way but just wouldn't fall!

Welbeck, closely chasing behind, couldn't hold him back even by pulling and tugging!

Little Black Egg gave it a hard shove!

As a result, even Barcelona's number 10's shorts weren't pulled down!

"Messi!"

"As if entering an uninhabited realm!"

"Arsenal's forward players also dropped back to defend in their own half!"

"Morata!"

"The speed of the supporting defense is very fast!"

In daily training, Arsenal's forward players, under Giroud's influence, have become very proactive in defense.

Morata needs no further explanation.

During his youth, he was personally coached by Burgos at Atlético Madrid's youth academy.

In his teenage years, he was instilled with defensive principles by Mourinho at Real Madrid.

In his youth, he learned a lot from following Buffon, Chiellini, the old Ma, and Pirlo at Juventus.

His direct defending isn't that great.

But his supporting defense and positioning are exceptionally excellent.

"How did Maguire lose position!"

"Directly holding Messi?"

"Arsenal's back line has a gap!"

The atmosphere at the Emirates Stadium reached another climax.

In the shot.

Messi was trapped in a three-man surround.

Maguire directly ahead.

Welbeck behind.

Morata to the side.

Can he break through?

No need!

With a slap!

The football left his left foot.

It was a light yet swift upward speed.

Maguire reacted quickly, immediately pushing off the ground; his large forehead almost touched the ball!

No time to turn around!

"Elegant chip pass!"

"Instantly tore apart Arsenal's encirclement!"

"Suárez appeared at the landing spot!"

"Cazorla's covering was very timely!"

The football precisely landed in the defensive zone originally assigned to Maguire.

Suárez twisted his big buttocks, ferociously lunging in!

He is no longer Liverpool's invincible super striker; for Barcelona's tactical needs, he has continuously gained weight and fat! Yet he still hasn't lost the bodily coordination comparable to a gymnast!

Cazorla came charging after him.

He's not bad either.

Top-tier foot balance grants combat power not only in attack but also in defensive center-of-gravity adjustments.

"See how this ball is handled!"

"Wow!"

"Heel pass!"

The moment the football hit the ground.

Suárez lunged forward toward Cazorla.

While blocking the opponent's view, he lifted his heel.

Right foot!

Smack!

The football rose again, soaring over both their heads and falling toward the top of the penalty arc!

"So imaginative!"

"Neymar!"

"There are many choices after receiving the ball!"

No one noticed when the Samba genius slipped diagonally into the top of the penalty arc.

At the same time.

Messi also shook off the tight marking.

The MSN South American trident is about to play a splendid movement!

Enrique clenched his fists excitedly.

Wenger frowned with worry.

Fans of both teams couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment.

Barcelona's front line, through continuous progression and passing, easily pierced Arsenal's defense...

Dark clouds covered the moon and stars.

Emirates Stadium, entering its darkest hour.

Will the invincible myth be broken tonight?

The moment Neymar released the football.

A figure stepped into his path.

Arsenal's number 10.

Arsenal's number 10, who had seen through Barcelona's attacking endpoint.

In Li Kang's vision.

Dense phantoms kept overlapping.

Nesta.

Bobby Moore.

Koscielny.

Mertesacker.

Carlos.

And there was that drool-worthy True Eye!

"What dazzling footwork!"

"Neymar is trying to deceive Li Kang's center of gravity!"

"He's about to break through right away!"

Li Kang was unaffected.

He clearly felt the football's rolling speed on the grass, Neymar's center-of-gravity shift, and the coordination of his shoulders and feet.

The distance between them slightly increased.

Neymar made a hopping feint.

The top of his left foot struck the football's surface.

Change of direction!

Smack!

Li Kang extended his right foot.

Neymar instantly lost control of the football.

Arsenal regained possession!

The entire stadium was shocked!

"The simplest way is the best!"

"The art of defense!"

"Unbelievable!"

"In this world, someone can actually single out a stationary Neymar in possession!"

"In a critical moment, Li Kang resolved the danger!"

Cech witnessed everything that happened.

He couldn't help but shout excitedly.

He had already prepared to receive the opponent's shot.

Arsenal's number 10's back view—how magnificent!

Trapped in the residual formation, one person alone blocks South America's trident!

Neymar is a bit disappointed.

I have never felt such frustration!

My movements are clearly connected perfectly... why?

Monster!

Li is simply a monster!

Messi and Suarez also helplessly clutch their heads.

The spark of MSN, not yet having time to blossom, is snuffed out.

The moment of reversal is so close, yet so far.

Only one Li Kang separates us...

VIP box.

Bartomeu and Barcelona's senior officials are sullenly slapping the sofa.

"Damn it."

"The Samba people wasted such a good opportunity!"

"Neymar's traits must have been thoroughly studied by European giants, right?"

"Paris Saint-Germain's offer is very high, more than two hundred million... a little bit more!"

"Or..."

"Liverpool's Coutinho is quite good, his agent is very cooperative with us."

"Be quiet, don't disturb Professor Cruyff!"

Cruyff ignores it.

He smiles, looking at Arsenal's number 10 on the green field, murmuring:

"Li not only completed a frontal tackle."

"He also saw through Barcelona's attacking direction."

"How wonderful."

"The number four position of La Masia belonging to this era."

Barcelona's formation is pressed too deep.

Welbeck happens to be dazed in the "no-man's zone", his hands feeling his own small marinated egg.

In his mind, the shock brought by Messi still reverberates...

Suddenly.

He sees the ball coming over!

"Li Kang's ball-out speed after the tackle is very fast!"

"Welbeck!"

"His counter-attack positioning is excellent!"

"Arsenal has a good opportunity to launch an attack!"

Welbeck cannot hear the commentator's praise, but he can hear the cheers of his own fans!

The slightly stiff ball-receiving motion did not affect the start of speed.

Black people's racial talent!

Pa!

The little black egg turns and pushes the ball.

Start sprinting!

At the same time.

Morata launches a fierce charge!

"Here it comes!"

"Ah... Arsenal, playing with one less, has too few front-line players, cannot open up attacking width."

Both teams' formations move frenetically.

Gradually overlapping on the midfield line!

Busquets' defensive thinking is very clear.

World-class waist.

Cannot stop Li Kang, nor can we stop a Welbeck!

Peng!

Welbeck, in high-speed charge, seems like a tractor with its wheels removed, stumbling forward a few steps, falling onto the grass.

Where is the ball?

He still hasn't seen Busquets' movement clearly.

The football has again pierced through Arsenal's defense!

"The art of defense!"

"Busquets!"

"Tackle and pass!"

"As expected, Barcelona's kidney!"

Roberto's recovery speed is a bit slow.

I didn't expect teammates to reorganize the attack so quickly again!

Getting ready to receive Busquets' exquisite pass.

A small figure darted past.

Cazorla!

Her slender, graceful legs intercepted the ball first!

Nearby Rakitic reacted quickly.

He hurriedly called on Suarez to join the tackle.

"Cazorla won the ball!"

"Can't get past!"

"Barcelona's three-man double-team!"

"Beautiful!"

"Gorgeous footwork!"

Cazorla lifted the ball.

Avoiding Roberto's outstretched foot.

The ball landed on the touchline.

Cazorla shoved Rakitic aside and stopped the ball again.

Immediately, a fried ball broke through Suarez's interception!

The Arsenal midfield master displayed his balanced footwork to the fullest!

No time to enjoy the thunderous applause.

Pfft!

Cazorla sent out a long pass with a side-body motion!

At this moment.

People only then noticed... Li Kang appeared at the very front of the left flank!

Enrique's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Could it be...

Could ten-man Arsenal still threaten Barcelona's goal?

Li Kang enjoyed the speed boost from Walcott.

Upon receiving the pass.

Oxlade-Chamberlain... Gibbs' phantom surged forth.

Little War God!

Barcelona players desperately scrambled back in defense like madmen!

Can't catch up!

"Too fast!"

"Even the Santa Claus animation on the sideline billboard can't keep up with Li Kang's speed!"

"Arsenal!"

"Arsenal has widened the attacking width!"

"Central Morata!"

"Right Welbeck!"

"Three arrows fired together!"

Busquets' head is about to explode!

How else can one anticipate?

Tell me how to simplify the complex!

All he can do is command the defensive line to contract!

Li Kang's speed keeps increasing.

The night wind fluttered his clothes.

The spotlight seemed to shine on him alone.

Forty meters.

Thirty meters.

Twenty-five meters.

The sturdy, husky little black egg blocked Arsenal's number 10's path.

Umtiti.

A genius midfielder from Lyon's youth academy.

The genius center-back repeatedly crushed by Li Kang in the Euros and club matches!

Redemption!

Umtiti wants to achieve his own redemption!

Don't let Li past!

He calmly observed Arsenal's number 10's gaze and foot placement, predicting the opponent's next move tendency.

At the moment of close contact.

He poked out the little black foot!

Didn't poke anything at all!

Li Kang accelerated directly from the outer line!

Looks like they're about to eat Barcelona's center back alive!

Umtiti didn't give up.

His turning speed is really fast.

He took a few steps, spread his black arms, and hugged tightly!

Thud!

Not the sound of falling to the ground!

It's the sound of a pass!

At the moment Li Kang lost his balance, he sent out a cross with his foot!

"Umtiti's move will definitely get him a card!"

"The referee signaled advantage for the attack!"

"A cruise-missile-like cross!"

"Morata!"

Morata was relieved that he was being marked by Mascherano.

Player compatibility often shows up in aerial duels.

How can a Barcelona center back who's 1.7 meters tall compete for a header with an Arsenal striker who's 1.9 meters tall?

Front edge of the penalty area.

Both jumped at the same time!

Smack!

The football grazed Morata's forehead and flew toward the right flank!

Welbeck didn't collide head-on with Pique, carefully lunged forward, and secured an advantageous position to receive the ball!

"Beautiful!"

"Zero-angle shot!"

"No shot!"

"Welbeck adjusted slightly!"

"Can't adjust anymore!"

"Barcelona's defenders are about to take position!"

"If it were any top striker from a European powerhouse... they'd already be celebrating by now!"

Enrique let out a long sigh of relief.

It was too nerve-wracking.

Luckily, the opposing black egg striker looks not too smart.

Boerde's throat is about to go hoarse from shouting.

Wenger also wishes he had a remote control in his hand... frantically pressing the shoot button.

Welbeck of course wants to shoot!

But Pique's defensive ability is terrifying, and Barcelona goalkeeper Ter Stegen's positioning is equally flawless.

These two guys are European top-tier stars!

No space to take a shot.

No shooting angle.

How are you supposed to shoot?

Waiting for Li!

Yes!

I'm waiting for Li!

Welbeck twisted his big butt, back to Pique, and bore down on him.

Slowly brought the ball near the baseline.

Looking like Busquets is about to close in.

The little black egg suddenly turned around!

He saw Li!

Smack!

His dark long legs sent out a lofted pass!

In the air above Barcelona's penalty area, a rough arc was traced!

Morata jumped again!

Failed to make contact with the ball!

"Back post!"

"Li Kang!"

"The quality of this pass is too low!"

"How could you pass behind Li Kang!"

"No time to shoot!"

The football fell toward the left side of the penalty area.

Li Kang faced the goal.

In his vision, Giroud's phantom rapidly condensed in the wind.

His right foot swung backward.

The movements of the person and the shadow gradually overlapped.

Juggling a shot on goal.

Scorpion Tail.

Bang!

Above the Barcelona penalty area, a beautiful arc was traced!

Absolutely beautiful.

As if the red-and-white scarves on the stands were being gently brushed by the wind.

Ter Stegen's line of sight was blocked.

He never imagined Li Kang would shoot in such a posture.

His saving motion could no longer keep up with the ball's rapid descent.

The ball fell into the net.

Arsenal, playing with one less player, took the lead again.

2:1!

!

CTV5 live stream.

Duan Xuan was going crazy!

He was about to praise Li Kang's Scorpion Tail goal when he suddenly saw the referee pull out a red card and walk toward Umtiti.

"Red card!"

"Additional punishment!"

"Will the penalty be a bit too harsh?"

"Let's check the replay... ah! No problem!"

"Barcelona will also be reduced to ten men!"