Chapter 307: Turn around! (Daily transition)

Live broadcast room.

-【My 3+ from the first half is gone! Both sides keep missing chances; if we took them we could easily make it 2-2!】

-【Happiness is contagious.】

-【Sane is 20, why isn't he as good as when he was 18?】

-【It's normal, caught Sterling's bug; in the match against Southampton last month, the two super wings combined missed five one-on-ones.】

-【Without Guardiola's "antics", the Blue Moon is truly strong.】

-【Rebuilding is tough, but I'm optimistic about Manchester City next season.】

-【In summer 2017 there was only the Confederations Cup; sigh, I really want to see the World Cup.】

Guardiola glumly covered his forehead.

Wenger finally felt the zipper.

Cech and Mertesacker slapped each other's hands.

The two let out a sigh of relief; this season the Blue Moon's attack is more three-dimensional, fortunately the shooting at both flanks' endpoints is terrible.

Schweinsteiger told his defensive teammates: it was my mistake.

Zakaria, likewise teased by the opponent, blushed and hurriedly urged his partner to prepare for defending the corner kick.

Manchester City's corner kick opportunity.

Morata, as a target man, also tracked back into the box.

In the crowded crowd.

This guy also symbolically comforted Sane and Sterling, speaking in an older-brother tone: "Mistakes are unavoidable; even the best strikers have moments when they miss an open goal."

The far post position.

Aguero didn't put on a good face, as if he wanted to vent for Messi, impatiently nudging Li Kang beside him.

"Let's see Guardiola's setup for set pieces..."

"Wow!"

"De Bruyne's pass is too precise!"

"Found the far post!"

"Aguero!"

"Phew, Li Kang headed the ball away... it was meant to head to Sanchez!"

"Arsenal's counterattack!"

"Yaya Toure's positioning is good, Sanchez! They clash heavily! A battle of two big butts!"

"Manchester City's holding midfielder has a slight edge, knocking the ball out of bounds."

"The glute and hip muscle strength is terrifying."

"In recent years, Premier League players have increasingly liked to train their glutes; ball‑control skills and rhythm are often less useful than a good butt in many situations."

"Non‑sticky Yaya Toure is too handy."

Near the centre circle.

Yaya Toure hauled Sanchez up.

The two friendlily patted each other's buttocks.

The intense confrontation continued into the closing stages of the first half.

Neither side managed to find a good attacking opportunity.

Beep! Beep-beep~

The main referee blew the whistle for halftime.

The LCD screen in mid‑air showed the score 0:1.

Blue Moon fans weren't the slightest bit discouraged.

They still gave the Manchester City players a warm round of applause.

Being behind is nothing to fear.

As long as we bring the home‑ground spirit!

Li Kang took the peeled banana from Walcott's hand.

The God's perspective stopped deconstructing.

The shadow in the brain frenziedly contracted.

The idea of how to crush "rebuilding‑era Manchester City" became crystal clear.

Fortunately Guardiola still hasn't found the most suitable full‑back for Manchester City...

Boerde hurriedly handed over the sports drink:

"Li, any discomfort?"

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself — Chelsea just lost to Brighton!"

"You mean... wait, I'll grab a notebook right away!"

The Manchester City dressing room at this time is very united.

Even if several veterans know they'll be cleared out next season, they won't bring the conflict to the surface.

Pa.

Guardiola set up the tactics board, his hands quickly moving the little magnetic pieces.

I don't know what happened.

He seemed to have lost his voice as well.

De Bruyne wanted to say something... but was stopped by Arteta's downward hand gesture.

All the players stared intently at the tactics board.

There is the answer to overturning the score there.

The fifteen-minute break ended quickly.

Players from both sides walked out of the tunnel, energized.

The Etihad flight attendants at the exit were tall and slender, with distinctive looks, exuding an exotic charm.

Dark blue uniforms.

Beige silk scarves.

Black stockings.

Charming smiles.

They made the director almost reluctant to switch the camera.

"Good evening, friends! Welcome back!"

"We are now broadcasting the marquee match of the 2016/17 Premier League season!"

"The second half of Manchester City versus Arsenal!"

"The temporary score is 0:1!"

"Guardiola is holding back for now; he once went an entire match without using any substitution slots."

"Wenger made the first substitution adjustment."

"Cazorla, subbing in for Zakaria!"

"This should be a like-for-like substitution."

"It is not a like-for-like substitution."

Li Kang took up the holding midfield position.

When he felt Schweinsteiger's eager gaze... he smiled, raised his finger, signaling his holding midfield partner to make a bold forward run.

Schweinsteiger shuddered.

Hmm!

Li Kang must be aiming to regain his fighting style from the German team and Bayern!

Beep!

Accompanied by a whistle from the head referee.

The second half kickoff!

Arsenal in possession.

Giroud turned and struck the ball hard, passing it back to Li Kang.

Midfield and forward players from both sides ran quickly, their formations overlapping.

There was no slowdown in tempo as anticipated.

The Gunners surged forward.

The ball skimmed the grass, being swiftly exchanged.

Like a series of blades.

Frantically tearing apart Manchester City's half.

"Schweinsteiger made a deep forward run."

"Li Kang is positioned slightly deeper in the formation."

"Arsenal has visibly hardened!"

"This is the confidence behind their reckless forward runs and daring attacks."

"The midfield must be strong!"

"Only with enough attacking numbers can we commit more."

"The players' spacing is subtle, creating a local numerical advantage during the advance."

"A familiar pass-and-move rhythm."

The sideline.

Guardiola's expression was a bit bewildered.

The answer to overturning the score?

Gone!

His coaching ability is strong, and his tactical arrangements are very sound.

But he is very afraid of "thinking on his feet."

Facing Li Kang, a player who can switch between central midfield and holding midfield at will, the Manchester City coaching staff suddenly felt a headache.

The halftime deployment seems to have been disrupted again.

"What is Li thinking again?"

"How can this feeling be so familiar?"

The ball penetrated into Manchester City's half, past the forty-meter mark.

De Bruyne, Sterling, and Sané frantically tracked back to block.

They couldn't block it.

At this stage, their tackling attribute hasn't been trained to the limit.

Yaya Touré is under great pressure.

When attacking, his head tends to overheat.

But when defending, he is extremely calm:

Li Kang stayed back in Arsenal's formation, truly the passing‑control hub!

Their attacking formation became 4-1-5!

Etihad Stadium boiled over again.

Neutral fans instantly felt the ticket was worth it.

Who doesn't love a passionate, back‑and‑forth battle?

Give me a goal!

The ball's rolling speed on the grass kept getting faster.

Arsenal players' movement was extremely exquisite.

A series of one‑touch passes, as if dancing on steel wire.

When they couldn't break the defense, they would pass the ball back to Li Kang.

The steel wire turned into a flat concrete ground.

Let him change the direction of attack.

Manchester City were very passive.

The defensive line at the edge of the penalty area was flattened.

"Sanchez ran into space in the front."

"Good chance."

"Li Kang didn't pass."

"Morata pulled Kolarov out wide."

"Cazorla's forward run attracted Stones."

"Giroud, a pillar holding up the sky!"

"Bellerin and Monreal also surged forward!"

"Wow!"

"The personnel adjustments at the start of the second half let the Gunners tightly suppress the Blue Moon."

Guardiola wore an expression of sudden realization.

He quickly formed seals with both hands.

When did the integration between La Masia's number‑four role and Arsenal's passing‑cut system become so high?

Wenger's movements were like a lady's, bending over excitedly and clenching his small fists... subtly expressing his excitement.

Crazy covering.

Reasonable defensive support.

Manchester City exhausted all their efforts, yet still couldn't win the ball from Arsenal!

They surrounded but didn't attack.

Li Kang clenched the bullet tightly in his hand, commanding the Gunners to frenziedly encircle and crush the Blue Moon!

Goalkeeper Bravo shuffled with small steps, constantly adjusting his defensive position... always ready to make a save.

Facing a hail of bullets... the pressure is huge.

Why won't he fire?

The tens of thousands of spectators at Etihad Stadium feasted their eyes.

Beautiful football.

Arsenal not only could execute the scaling pass‑cut thrust, but could also maintain long‑lateral passing and control in front of the opponent's penalty area!

Yaya Toure tirelessly ran back and forth, providing defensive support and covering.

He had the urge to rush forward and ruthlessly cut off the ball in front of Li Kang.

Can it be done?

Cannot be done.

That kid's positioning is both deep and nasty, even more so than Busquets.

Just thinking of Busquets makes Yaya Toure angry.

Guardiola's face also became increasingly ferocious in his mind.

At the peak of dream‑three Barcelona, beneath the glory lay too many grudges and grievances.

"Li Kang slowed the tempo, as if luring the opponent to press."

"Manchester City players are very smart."

"One person can't win the ball from Li Kang."

"If two people dare to lose position and press, his back line will be easily torn through by him."

"It feels like Guardiola is directing this Arsenal."

"Manchester City players' performance tonight is also not bad; if they were another team, they might now be torn apart."

Minute 68 of the match.

Yaya Toure and Kolarov couldn't withstand Li Kang's "provocation".

While fiercely pressing up.

Two gaps were exposed in the defensive line.

Li Kang made a small acceleration, cutting into the left‑rib area.

He delivered a diagonal through‑ball!

Instantly tore through Kompany's crotch.

The ball rolled along the ground to near the twelve‑yard penalty spot in the box.

Not a rainbow.

It is a dagger.

The lightning ball speed, the line keeping a subtle distance from the goal, made Bravo not dare to rush forward for a moment.

Thick, dark thighs, as if arriving by stepping on the wind.

Sanchez!

The core of Chile's national team's attack and defense is about to engage in a life-or-death battle!

Bravo knows Sanchez very well.

Sanchez knows Bravo very well.

Don't think too much!

Shoot!

Thud!

San's thigh didn't shoot.

Once familiar enough with the goalkeeper, in the psychological battle the shooter always loses.

Bravo's wife has not been lacking in PUA-ing Sanchez and Vidal in the national team!

A light tap.

The ball was sent to the left side of the goal.

All spectators, coaching staff, teammates, and opponents were shocked by his action!

The famous Premier League big unique, actually would give up a last-minute kick to assist a teammate?

It's not even done for Li!

Giroud had held it in for a long time, then followed up with his right foot.

This time, he won't waste the opportunity again!

Suddenly.

A youthful, immature face pressed against his chest... the ball was even touched first!

Stones!

Unbelievable anticipation and positioning!

Too calm!

He became Manchester City's savior!

Giroud missed another good chance right at his feet!

Huh?

Manchester City defender's clearance hit Giroud's knee...

Unfortunately.

Luck did not favor Arsenal's striker.

Etihad Stadium did not witness a splendid scene of a knee goal.

Everyone watched the ball's erratic trajectory in midair.

Nobody noticed Giroud regrettably taking off his pants...

Schweinsteiger!

Gangtie Xiaozhu!

Can shoot now!

Prove yourself!

On the right side of the penalty area, the German defensive midfielder surged forward unstoppably, lifting his position.

His figure suddenly stopped.

He leaned on Zabaleta behind him.

The ball brushed past the little pig's chest, not touching Arsenal's jersey.

He let the ball go past.

Arsenal fans are about to vomit blood.

How long must he keep yielding?

The ball's landing area... Arsenal's number 10 jersey swayed in the wind.

The past few seconds.

Everyone was mentally tense.

The heartstrings were pulled to the limit by the ball's trajectory.

Upon seeing the figure of Arsenal's midfield core, they knew... this attack would be ended.

Li Kang, in the process of raising his leg high, suddenly saw a blurry illusion.

It's been a long time since we last met.

Orange number 14.

Yaya Touré and Kolarov, tracking back, threw themselves into the fray.

Block!

Block Li's shooting angle!

Kolarov is old, but...

but his awareness and experience in partial coordination are very rich.

Now, he prepares to cooperate with Yaya Touré to overturn Arsenal's number 10.

If you can't seal it, just overturn it.

No matter how terrifying the monster, it can't withstand the combined weight of over three hundred jin from two people!

But.

What happened next made him regret deeply.

Li Kang failed to complete the flying volley!

The leg lifted high.

The foot's shape suddenly changed.

He gently set down the football.

He lifted the heavy weight as if it were light.

The football seemed to have become part of his body!

After landing, it slowly rolled sideways, just dodging Yaya Touré's outstretched foot.

Li Kang's left foot tapped the side of the ball!

He then lifted his right foot, assuming a passing posture!

Kobarov slammed heavily into his back.

Motionless like a mountain.

Turn around?

Turn around!

The turning move amazed the entire Etihad Stadium!

Arsenal's number ten hooked with his right foot!

The ball rolled from behind him back to its original falling position!

The spotlight seemed to freeze into a picture at this moment.

Guardiola gasped, mouth wide open.

Wenger stared blankly, as if he had returned to an afternoon over fifty years ago: the Dutchman eating a hamburger easily slaughtered his team!

Blue Moon fans wore expressions of terror.

Li Kang turned, creating space for a shot.

No one could stop him!

His flowing, seamless motion had not a hint of hesitation!

That incredibly agile left foot!

Before the football stopped rolling!

He danced again!

In midair he spun a beautiful arc!

Bravo could do nothing about it.

Even the true god from twelve yards out felt despair at this moment!

0:2!

!

"Beautiful!"

"This goal went in!"

"Cruyff turned!"

"Li Kang turned!"

"The two figures seemed to cross over forty years... overlapping at Etihad!"

"Unbelievable."

"Unbelievable."

"Giroud's knee assist, Li Kang turned to shake off two defenders. The arc ball broke the net!"

"Arsenal extended their lead!"

Live broadcast room.

Comments flew across the screen.

-【Li Mingdeng is awesome, I'm about to cry!】

-【Handsome as hell! I often use this move at school too; female classmates love to watch.】

-【Little Li is truly the most authentic Cruyff turn.】

-【Manchester City players tried hard, they were very capable, but they encountered a monster.】

-【The great demon king wreaking havoc across England.】

-【I'll just say this... even if this goal doesn't go in, Li Kang can continue to dominate Manchester City in all aspects.】

-【Guardiola clutched his head again and again.】

-【How is this assist credited to Giroud? Clearly it was Schweinsteiger's touch that set up the ball...】

Barcelona.

Cruyff sat in a chair, the opened album covering his thighs.

Listening to the old radio broadcasting an impassioned commentary.

"That guy Beckenbauer... does he still dare to be so thick‑skinned?"

Arsenal fans are going crazy.

"Lee!"

！"

「Lee！

！"

「eonyougunners！

！"

Li Kang was surrounded by his teammates.

Schweinsteiger finally found his sense of purpose at the arsenal.

Yes.

Defense? Who needs assists... the feeling of letting the ball go is intense!

"Li, thank you!"

"I want to go back to Munich Allianz Arena with you."

"I want to go to Cardiff Qiannian Qiuchang with you."

Little Pig's pent-up emotions were finally released at this moment.

Giroud is not the same kind of player as Welbeck.

The diligent old ox is always honest and never seeks credit.

"Sorry, I should have finished the shot earlier."

"It's fine, Giroud, your knee is doing great; now whenever I see you shoot, I get nervous."

Everyone burst out laughing.

The stalemated bitter battle suddenly became sweet.

Li Kang recalled the process before the shot.

Cruyff turned around...

This dribbling move, which he had practiced countless times in the living room of the first-team dormitory at Lewokusen, was gradually forgotten as his personal style changed, without him even noticing.

The stronger his physical confrontation ability, the less he liked using this somewhat passive dribbling technique...

The angry phantom of the orange-shirted number 14 scolded him soundly, then drifted away with the wind.

Most Manchester City players were very discouraged.

For example, Sané.

Even during his Bundesliga days, Li Kang had overturned him before.

It had been over a year since then.

The opponent's footwork seemed to have become much stronger than his own.

David Silva comforted Yaya Touré.

Sterling picked up the ball and couldn't help but want to try a "Cruyff turn" himself.

De Bruyne rubbed his face and refused Agüero's comfort.

"I understand."

"Li's rhythm... is something the Manchester City coaching staff has always wanted to instill in us."

Agüero looked completely bewildered.

For a moment, they even thought Dingding's psyche had been scarred by abuse...

By the pitch.

Guardiola walked toward the coaching bench with his hands hanging limp, dazed.

He hadn't taken a few steps.

He regained his vitality.

He turned and ran back to the command area.

He waved his hand, calling his teammates over, and patiently explained the upcoming tactical adjustments.

Manchester City fans also didn't lose heart.

Team rebuilding takes time.

Reforming the tactical system also requires match experience to gel.

It's fine.

Apart from the two unavoidable goals conceded, Manchester City's players' performance deserves encouragement!

On the other side.

Wenger and Boerde celebrated with a fist bump.

The Arsenal bench cheered enthusiastically.

Welbeck, eager to go, said: "Boss, it's time to put me on... assist left Li to expand the lead!"

The game restarted from the center circle.

Agüero kicked off, passing back to David Silva.

He kicked it feeling a bit gloomy.

Manchester City's goal-scoring privilege this season is no longer firmly in his sole hands.

"Many media outlets will compare Guardiola's Barcelona with Guardiola's Manchester City."

"For Guardiola, the two clubs present different coaching challenges."

"This does not refer to the difference in team strength."

"Those La Masia players, from childhood onward, have been immersed in the same football philosophy; they know what each other is thinking."

"But upon arriving at Manchester City, Guardiola faces a rebuilding task, or continually refining the squad on top of the existing framework."

His football philosophy is difficult for players from all over the world with different styles to accept in a short time.

We need to give Man Cheng a bit more time.

The commentary is commenting like this.

Duan Xuan and He Wei couldn't help but wonder: if Li Kang had initially joined Man Cheng, or Qie'erxi, or Li Wu Pu, or other English Premier League clubs... what kind of wonderful chemical reaction would arise?

However.

A Sen Na might be the best destination.

Other English Premier League managers may not be able to, like Wen Ge, allow a pitch-side 'coach' like Li Kang to appear in the match.

The 72nd minute of the match.

Sa Nei dribbled down the flank and reached the thirty-meter area.

A Gui Luo's side-body feint to receive the ball deceived Meng Lei Ya Er's tackle.

He is not just a top striker.

His ability to help teammates create space for advancement is also first-rate.

De Bu Lao Nei quickly made a forward run into space.

"Sa Nei lofted the ball over!"

"Not bad."

"Man Cheng's playing style is truly pleasing to the eye."

"Huh?"

"How did the ball get passed to Shi Wei Yin Shi Tai Ge?"

Sa Nei's pass did not make a mistake.

Only Shi Wei Yin Shi Tai Ge activated the 'pair' state.

In the 2014 World Cup final, he used this method to limit Mei Xi.

A specialist at filling gaps.

Now, facing De Bu Lao Nei who hasn't yet become a complete entity, even if the Steel Little Pig has no oil left, he can still accomplish the task excellently.

Mainly because Li Kang can play as a single defensive midfielder... that's why I dare to run around wildly.

Quite helpless.

If De Bu Lao Nei can receive the ball, Man Cheng has a chance to threaten A Sen Na's goal.

Shi Wei Yin Shi Tai Ge passed the ball to Li Kang.

One touch.

A beautiful long-distance through ball.

In the blink of an eye, it passed the midfield circle.

Ka Suo La.

Both feet balanced...

Fried dough balls!

He got past Ya Ya Tu Lei!

A Sen Na's front line has one, two, three, four attacking points!

Si Tong Si and Kong Pa Ni are strong.

No matter how strong, they can't stop four top-notch attackers.

Retreat!

Learn Na An Pu Dun's defensive retreat!

Dazzling wall-pass combinations.

Agile running and passing.

A Sen Na's fierce passing and cutting mercilessly ravaged Man Cheng's tender defense.

Bang!

Sang Qie Si fired a low-driven shot from the top of the penalty area arc.

Bu La Wo quickly went down and firmly held the ball on the goal line.

Little time remains.

The disadvantage of being two goals behind.

Tactically, they were completely suppressed.

All these factors gradually wore down the patience of the Blue Moon.

"The referee suddenly ran toward the touchline?"

"How did Wen Ge and Gua Di Ao La start arguing?"

"A Er Te Ta is trying to mediate!"

The 95th minute of the match.

The last moment of injury time.

Li Kang intercepted David Silva and kicked the ball out of touch.

Beep! Beep-beep~

The referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the match.

Man Cheng 0:2 A Sen Na!