Chapter 312: Fan Tui Tui (Daily Transition)

Chieftain's Stadium, utterly boiling.

Cheers and applause, like a flood, rolled down from the stands on all sides, submerging Arsenal's number 10.

「Lee！

「！

「Lee！

「！

「Lee！

「！

At the scene, tens of thousands of spectators couldn't help but feel their hearts stirred, subconsciously savoring that just-thrown soul-shaking super grenade.

Overly excited young fans, in their excitement, tore up their homework, crumpled it into a ball, and hurled it forcefully into the air.

Welbeck shook his head, ran all the way to Li Kang, and opened his pitch-black arms.

「This is called tacit understanding！」

「Lee, throw another one! Smash it onto my head! 」

Li Kang laughed and held his waist.

【Nuclear Grenade Hand Throw】 module not too harmful to arms, a bit harmful to waist...

Teammates all swarmed over, wildly celebrating.

The previously stalemate situation was completely changed after Li Kang's appearance.

Some were happy, some were worried.

Van Dijk, after recovering from shock, dejectedly patted the turf.

A throw-in scarier than a corner kick... totally unreasonable.

How the hell can we defend against this?

If we want to defend specifically, it means the spacing of Southampton's entire back line would need "surgery".

No time.

Very little time left in the match!

Goalkeeper Foster patted Van Dijk's shoulder,

The two had once teamed up to create the astonishing figure of 1256 minutes without conceding a goal in the Scottish Premiership.

「Don't think about defending！」

「We're behind by one goal now, we need to attack！」

By the pitch.

Boerde was shocked to the extreme: "Boss, when did Li secretly practice that grenade?"

Wenger laughed and shook his head: "He himself already has excellent waist and abdominal strength..."

Long ago, Arsenal was once knocked senseless by this shocking grenade.

The veteran members of the coaching staff all praised it, completely forgetting their past angry condemnations of this terrifying tactic.

On the other side.

Pierre anxiously raised his watch.

Only five minutes left in regular match time.

Southampton must have someone step up.

At the midfield sideline, a familiar figure appeared.

Maya Yoshida.

His right hand formed a claw, and he adjusted his shorts.

Save the world?

But the opponent is Lee!

「Very little regular match time left. 」

「Southampton made a substitution adjustment！」

「Maya Yoshida substituted for Davis！」

「This adjustment is puzzling; even though we're behind by one goal, they substituted in a defender？」

The match restarted at midfield.

Rodriguez kicked off and passed back to Romeu.

Southampton pushed forward en masse.

Maya Yoshida and Fonte twisted their big buttocks, charging toward Arsenal's half.

The spectators only then understood Pierre's intention in substituting: to use the center-back as a striker, charging into the opponent's penalty area!

Simple,

Practical.

In the little time left, Southampton's most efficient attacking setup!

After several passes, the ball reached the forty-meter zone.

Romeu activated the La Masia form.

One touch of the ball split to the side.

The advancing right-back Bertrand, after receiving the ball, sprinted full speed.

Once a Chelsea prodigy.

Once hailed as one of Ashley Cole's successors...

In the past, Chelsea had stocked up on several young left-backs.

Bertrand's luck was better.

He was the first youngster to make his debut appearance in a Champions League final... his Champions League debut came with the team lifting the big-eared cup!

Too many attacking players were committed!

The high defensive line left only a Van Dijk!

The Saints' desperate all-out effort!

Arsenal's half was on edge.

Southampton went mad, pushing the whole team forward.

Defense?

Losing one is still a loss.

Losing two is still a loss.

Better to go all-in.

Bertrand carried the ball forward into the thirty-meter zone.

His stance suddenly stopped.

Kick a long pass!

Lob the ball into the box!

Ah! Didn't get it out...

Bertrand was tackled to the ground.

The referee indicated no foul: Zakka had tackled the ball first.

People suddenly remembered: Zakka isn't just a pure defensive midfielder; at Mönchengladbach he was the organizational core, possessing superb long-passing skills.

Pa!

Zakka ignored Werbeck's gesture for the ball and decisively kicked.

Of course he was looking for Li Kang.

The ball took off, spinning violently in the air, and fell straight onto the midfield line.

Southampton had too many players committed forward, unable to recover in time.

No problem.

The high defensive line still had two players.

Romeu's anticipation was accurate; he quickly closed in on Li Kang, preparing to disrupt Arsenal's counterattack!

He too was a trial product of La Masia's number four position.

Romeu did not believe he could single-handedly mark Li Kang; while preparing to intercept, he called for Van Dijk's support from behind.

Support?

Where's Van Dijk?

How did that guy retreat!

His train of thought was interrupted.

The ball landed.

Romeu was undoubtedly overturned by Li Kang.

Arsenal counterattack!

The red-and-white flood instantly washed over Southampton's half!

Li Kang surged forward! Morata opened up the attacking width! Werbeck held his position, ready to support!

Van Dijk alone! How can he stop three men!

He's still retreating!

Van Dijk remained calm.

As he retreated, he gestured with his hand, commanding Foster not to come out, sealing the far corner.

Meanwhile, he positioned himself on Li Kang's inevitable path.

He did not observe the opponent's touch rhythm and step frequency.

In the process of one-on-one defending, the Dutch center-back likes to look at the opponent's eyes.

Eyes are the window of the soul.

But Van Dijk saw nothing at all.

Still need to retreat!

Live broadcast room.

-【Van retreat retreat!】

-【I've been thinking, if Van Dijk and Noyr were teammates... what horror story would happen?】

-【Van Dijk has really become much stronger this season, even Hazard can't bully him.】

-【No way? Do you think Van Dijk can handle three opponents alone?】

Li Kang couldn't cut inside.

Van Dijk's special skill 'Retreat Defense' has become even more refined than during his Lewokusen days; he wants to push Li Kang to the flank.

During the retreat defense, he can also use his sturdy body to cut off Arsenal's forward passing connections.

One against three.

No.

Inside the penalty area, there's also goalkeeper Foster!

Nan An Dun fans burst into warm applause.

Great defensive art!

"Li Kang has entered the Saints' penalty area!"

"No way to kick!"

"Beautiful!"

Li Kang came to an abrupt halt.

Fan Daike couldn't check his backward momentum for a moment.

He passively gave up the passing lane.

Pa.

The ball clung to the grass, a diagonal through ball to Morata!

The 12-yard penalty spot.

The Spanish superstar faced goalkeeper Fu Si Te.

The spectators' hearts involuntarily rose.

Pa.

Heel!

The ball rolled softly to Wei Er Bei Ke's feet.

"We can shoot now!"

"Wei Er Bei Ke!"

"Almost an open goal!"

Wei Er Bei Ke had a headache.

Morata didn't pass to his favored foot like Li Kang did.

He needed to adjust.

Was there time to adjust?

No time.

Fan Daike came over quickly with a lateral move!

Wei Er Bei Ke twisted his big butt.

He turned sideways to shield the ball.

He didn't make eye contact with Fan Daike.

The whole stadium sighed.

"What a waste of a chance to extend the lead!"

"Too much extra!"

"Nan An Dun's players are about to get back into defensive positions... beautiful!"

After Wei Er Bei Ke completed a rhino turn.

Although he wasted the shooting chance, he squeezed out a passing opportunity.

A light chip.

The ball lightly leapt toward the edge of the penalty area.

Li Kang lifted his left foot high.

Volleyed shot!

Peng!

The ball was like a cannonball!

It straightly blasted through Nan An Dun's goal!

3:1!

!

"So well-coordinated!"

"Teammates exchanging gifts!"

"In the 88th minute of the match, Wei Er Bei Ke chipped a pass to assist, Li Kang volleyed, and An Sen Na killed the match's suspense!"

"Fan Daike did his best!"

Emirates Stadium did not witness a miracle equalizer.

Nan An Dun ultimately gave their all in injury time, but could not stop the Gunners' championship march!

Beep! Beep-beep~

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

An Sen Na 3:1 Nan An Dun