Chapter 295: Garden Evening Banquet (Daily Transition)

Not long after the Chapecoense club's air disaster, UEFA did not hold the draw ceremony overly grand.

Garden Evening Banquet.

Under the moonlight, Lake Geneva is enchanting.

Xi Meng Ni wore a black overcoat, his right arm around Bo Qie Di Nuo, his left hand stroking his big back hair.

When they were young, they were good partners in the Argentina national team.

They only differ in football philosophy; one follows the Bi La Er Duo school, the other follows the Bei Er Sa school.

The origins of the two schools could be written into a book.

'I watched the recording of the North London derby; your adjustments and substitutions were too passive.'

'If I can't get into that kid's rhythm, I'll help you get revenge; if Atlético Madrid ever gets a chance to face Arsenal...'

'Hey, Li! Long time no see!'

Atlético Madrid's head coach lit up, instinctively patted his pocket, leaving Tottenham's head coach standing there.

He excitedly strode toward Li Kang with open arms.

'Ke Ke and Sa Wu Er often mention you! If the three of you form a partnership, you can keep opponents from crossing Atlético Madrid's half into the forty-meter zone.'

'Um... the neighboring one is the ceremony midfield; let's just call it the steel midfield! How about that?'

'You are the absolute core of the white-sheet army!'

'Fitness! I have a training method that can unleash all your potential!'

Ge Lie Zi Man pursed his lips and said softly, 'In the Spanish national team, one could already team up with Ke Ke and Sa Wu Er...'

Xi Meng Ni took a deep breath, almost unable to resist giving that guy a big ear slap: next time we must replace the player representative with Ke Ke!

Li Kang released his embrace.

God's perspective oddly began to deconstruct Atlético Madrid's partial cooperative strangling...

During this period he watched all the Champions League group stage recordings of the white-sheet army.

In the 2016-17 season, the most evenly matched teams in Europe were still those five: Real Madrid, Atlético Madrid, Juventus, Bayern Munich, Chelsea.

When the figures of Wen Ge and Qi Da Nei appeared.

Atlético Madrid's coach and player did not linger long exchanging pleasantries with Li Kang, turning to walk toward the shy Manchester City player representative, De Bu Lao Nei.

'Hey, Kai Wen! What are you doing here alone? Plucking leaves?'

'It's fine, keep plucking!'

Xi Meng Ni stroked his big back hair, turned and walked toward Napoli's Ruo Ri Ni Ao.

Ge Lie Zi Man was puzzled and asked softly, 'Boss, you didn't say that De Bu Lao Nei could future rank among the world's top five...'

'Shut up, this guy's temperament is unlike ours; when he gets angry he might even stomp his feet like a child!'

'Boss, where do we get that much money for signings?'

'Sell you and we'll have it!'

'Hey, Ruo Re! How are you sneaking into the women's crowd...'

While others were still exchanging pleasantries.

Gua Di Ao La sat on a wooden bench, writing furiously, his expression alternating between bewildered and fervent.

Champions League round of sixteen: Manchester City vs. Monaco.

He was studying how to break Monaco's butterfly 4-4-2.

'Double-line distribution, butterfly positioning, seemingly the endpoints are on both sides, but the central threat is actually the greatest!'

'No! Not the central lane, but the side rib area!'

'Monaco's midfield-forward rotation speed is still a bit slow... do you have any good suggestions?'

'It's Ji Li An, I've watched your footage!'

'You don't need to always run that fast; don't detach from midfield, slow down a bit! Appearing in the side rib area at the right moment can create the best opportunity!'

'Yes, learn from Mei Xi.'

Mu Ba Pei is a bit dazed.

Does the crazy Manchester City head coach not know whether he is a Monaco player?

Giving himself a tactical talk?

He attended his first Champions League banquet, not knowing anyone, and out of boredom hid himself here.

I never expected to encounter Gua Di Ao La here.

Bu Feng doesn't know where he went.

Wen Ge and Qi Da Nei, two Frenchmen with deep friendship, are catching up.

God's perspective's deconstruction process got stuck.

As usual, whenever Atlético Madrid's central defender Ge Ding pushes forward... it gets stuck.

Li Kang came to his senses.

He realized he had come to the edge of Lake Geneva.

Under the night sky, the lake surface resembled a painting, with the moon and stars quietly woven into this scroll.

The evening breeze brushed past, stirring up sparkling ripples.

Like a gentle yet lively little girl.

Hmm?

How did a little girl appear beside me?

It's Ai Si Li!

Which maiden doesn't harbor a spring?

She is much bolder than Yu Zhen and Feiniaojiang.

"Li, I really enjoy watching your matches!"

"I'm an Arsenal fan... no, whichever team you're on, I'm a fan of that team!"

The evening breeze lightly lifted the white skirt.

The girl's cheeks flushed red.

Li Kang smiled.

But what surfaced in his mind was another girl's face: Ai si li's mom.

Buffon was right.

Or maybe Mom was more beautiful when she was young.

"Li, I bought Lewokusen number 10 jersey, Spain number 6 jersey, Arsenal number 10 jersey..."

"I..."

Poor Ai si li.

Since the contact opportunity last year was crushed by Wo Le Er, she has been dying to pour out all her feelings tonight.

We must seize the opportunity to communicate well.

The night wind carried a foul smell, interrupting the girl's confession.

A loud voice sounded from behind.

"Li, hurry back, there are too damn many bugs here!"

"Strange, why are there so many bugs even in the middle of winter!"

"Oh! Sorry... you two continue."

Buffon pulled up his pants, gave a wicked grin, and strode away.

Li Kang couldn't help but extend a finger, flicking the bug off Ai si li's hair tip, then said goodbye and left.

One must be self-disciplined.

One cannot, as soon as break time arrives, start playing with girls.

It is absolutely not because the other person isn't as pretty as her mother!

In the nearby bushes.

Two paparazzi clung to their cameras, excited beyond measure.

"John, I fucking said earlier that UEFA headquarters would have big news; although we don't have credentials to enter for interviews, we've earned more than those big reporters on this trip!"

"God damn it, Li's sexual orientation is fine! I originally thought he was going to have a private meeting with Buffon!"

"What the hell are you thinking?"

"Damn it, security's coming, run!"

The banquet proceeded halfway.

UEFA officials didn't miss the chance, grabbing microphones and taking turns delivering platitudes... between the lines, they were taking jabs at former Platini, while assuring all Champions League teams that the refereeing crew would absolutely enforce the rules fairly and justly.

The crowd just gave half-hearted applause.

Li Kang met Tuchel in the corner.

He looked quite worn out.

The Hornets' club management is plagued by intense internal conflict.

A plain black tracksuit created a stark contrast with the demeanor of other head coaches.

Which Champions League round-of-16 team is the most unlucky?

Dortmund, of course.

On the way to the away match, either the bus gets smashed or the tires get punctured—this level of misfortune... who knows, maybe the bus will even explode someday.

Strictly speaking... the unlucky one is Tuchel.

During his tenure coaching Mainz, he also experienced many similar off-field incidents.

"Li, are you still accustomed to life in London?"

"Seeing you join a system that suits you, I feel very happy!"

"Arsenal's means during transition attacks are too monotonous; I want to give you some advice."

"Just a moment, the pockets on this tracksuit are fairly big, so I'm carrying quite a bit of stuff."

Tuchel patted Li Kang on the shoulder.

He then pulled out a document from his clothing pocket.

The two generational inheritors of the "All-out attack-defense" philosophy then launched into a tactical discussion right there.

The next day.

Li Kang and the Arsenal staff returned to London.

Not long after.

They will soon face the Premier League mid-season finale!