Chapter 326: Two Yinniesitas? (Daily Transition)

Van Gaal flushed red, waving his arms in passionate celebration.

It felt as if he were leading his team in battle at the Champions League final.

Cruyff revealed: Old Van has biases against some South American players.

Many South American stars and Dutch coaches have grudges: Riquelme, Rivaldo, Giovanni, Lucio, Zerobito, Sosa, Demichelis, Di María, Rafael...

Rejecting Ronaldinho's return to Barcelona.

Delaying Ronaldinho's transfer to Barcelona.

All of them are South American.

But this guy is especially good to the youngsters: Harvey, Yinniesita, Pudog, Seedorf, Davies, Cruyff, Alaba, Müller, Badstuber, Rashford...

All of them were promoted to the first team by him in their youth.

Van Gaal's attitude toward Messi is strange: praising him one moment, criticizing him the next.

Cruyff walked to the technical area and gestured several hand signals to the midfielders.

His weathered face lit up with a smile, as if he had grown younger by several years.

On the other side.

Bielsa's face was cold and stern, animatedly exchanging words with Carlos and Cafu.

He is a tactical madman, once giving a 70-minute tactical lecture to media reporters at a press conference...

When coaching a team, regardless of how strong the opponent is, he always chooses to launch counterattacks.

Even if conceding four or five goals, he still would not abandon command.

The game restarted from the center circle.

Ronaldinho kicked off, laying the ball off to Ronaldinho.

It was immediately passed back to Kaká's feet.

The connection among the three Brazilian legends instantly awakened the memories of all spectators.

Time seemed to have returned to the era when the Samba squad was invincible.

"Carlos and Cafu have come up too!"

"The South American team's formation has become 2-5-3!"

"Too aggressive!"

During the initial buildup, there were not too many redundant passes and combinations.

Kaká dribbled past the European team's forty-meter zone in midfield.

He had no intention of getting entangled with Zidane.

While running, he delivered a perfectly timed through pass!

Some media criticized: Kaká's organizational distribution ability is lacking...

Actually.

Static ball distribution may not be his strength.

But when it comes to: quick distribution in dynamic situations, few of his contemporaries reach his level.

For example: Çalhanoğlu's situation with him is exactly the opposite.

The football heavily landed on Ronaldinho's instep.

Instantly losing its wild, bouncing frenzy, it resembled a maiden tasting forbidden fruit for the first time—obedient and shy, quietly nestling in her lover's embrace.

Lahm was like an old father who had stumbled upon an affair, angrily stepping forward to destroy Ronaldinho's entanglement with the football.

"What a wonderful trap!"

"Not over yet!"

"Stop and go!"

"The football seems to be part of his body!"

Lahm's body suddenly stopped, eyes wide open as he watched the football sweep past his side.

Inertia prevented him from completing a turn in an instant.

Immediately after.

That radiant smile in his field of vision also disappeared.

Wembley Stadium erupted with thunderous applause.

Some superstars' ball sense seems innate, not fading with the years...

Ronaldinho's football IQ is very high.

After all, he is the man who could single-handedly sink the Galactic Battleship.

After shaking off Lahm, his brain raced.

'Lahm cut in from the full-back position to become a defensive midfielder, but at this moment he shifted into the role of an attacking midfielder...'

'The opposing team's holding midfielder at this moment is... Li!'

'Messi's running tendency is central.'

'Kaká at this moment has drawn the defensive strength of the left flank.'

Ignoring the active 200-pound Ronaldinho in the center-back line.

Ronaldinho decided to carry out the advance himself!

Diagonal insertion into the central channel.

In the blink of an eye.

A familiar figure blocked his path ahead.

Harvey.

Time seemed to return to that afternoon many years ago.

The naive and inexperienced number four of La Masia met a samba kid with a ponytail.

"How can he still dribble past like that?"

"You play football unlike us!"

"Again!"

The afterglow of the sunset made the grass glow golden.

La Masia's most outstanding work of that generation was repeatedly toyed with by the heirs of the Tijia school.

Wembley Stadium.

Riedel in the corner of the stands suddenly took off his sunglasses.

People's memories of the invincible Barcelona Dream Trio are even deeper.

Yet few recall the Dream Team II that bridged the past and future.

The Black Swan Era.

Growing-up Xavi.

Peak Ronaldinho.

In this match, a one-on-one showdown is about to unfold!

Accompanying Ronaldinho's body sway.

The nearby stands erupted in waves of screams.

The outside of his right foot, following the ball's underside, swept lightly from inside to outside.

In the flash of lightning and stone.

The inside of his right foot then lightly hooked.

Ronaldinho's shift in body weight drove Xavi's shift in weight.

An uncontested clash.

When everyone came to their senses.

The football elf had already finished his performance.

"Beautiful!"

"Cow-tail dribble!"

"One touch, two changes of direction!"

"One foot instantly completing a lift and a hook!"

"An unbelievable samba dancer!"

"Pirlo!"

Seeing himself toyed with, Xavi couldn't help but shake his head in self-mockery.

Just like Xavi.

Pirlo's defense was also underestimated by the world.

His interception success rate once ranked third in Serie A during a certain period.

Even in the 2014-15 season, at age 36, he once led the Serie A tackle chart, with average running distance exceeding ten thousand meters.

But the opponent is football history's only "elf."

Clearly seeing Ronaldinho's movements.

Yet unable to put a foot down...

"Excellent."

"Left foot tapping the ball, a slight jumping feint, then the right foot changes direction and advances!"

"Done in one fluid motion!"

"Ronaldinho's magical performance!"

"He's already dribbled past three people!"

"His face still radiant with sunshine!"

"He's enjoying the match!"

"Enjoying the joy football brings!"

ESPN live broadcast.

-【How abnormal is this! 37-year-old Ronaldinho still so agile and ethereal? Isn't it said he's undisciplined and in poor shape?】

-【If you see Ronaldinho displaying such terrifying strength in a friendly match... he must be short of money.】

-【Xavi and Pirlo are old now, Ramos has old injuries and dares not make big moves... how can they stop Ronaldinho.】

-【Trivia: Yinbu is younger than Ronaldinho... one year older than Kaká, and still Manchester United's mainstay thigh!】

-【What the hell? Yinbu, this super genius, compared to these contemporaries, is actually considered a late bloomer?】

-【Yinbu posted on Twitter his own all-time best XI, with all eleven positions filled by himself.】

Ronaldinho, ravaging the European team in the first half!

Unfortunately.

After dribbling forward into the thirty-meter zone.

His violent heartbeat forced him to slow down.

He stopped his steps.

His upper body ceased swaying.

Without too much adjustment.

Stand in place and swing your leg!

Whack!

The football rose quickly.

It traced a strange arc in midair.

It easily bypassed the European team's defense line.

"Messi!"

"The connection between Ronaldinho and Messi!"

"What a beautiful shot!"

Peak Cannavaro is a Ballon d'Or defender.

A historical-level existence.

But the one who made him fall from grace is 19-year-old Messi.

Style restrained.

Even with an added Carlos, it cannot stop the young Messi.

What's more, now at 44 years old, how can he stop the 30-year-old Messi?

No time to position.

Messi just swept past the side of the Ballon d'Or defender.

He lifted his foot to stop Ronaldinho's pass.

How familiar the feeling.

The South American spectators were wildly excited.

The atmosphere at Wembley Stadium also reached its peak at this moment.

"Ronaldinho's lofted pass hides a killing intent!"

"Messi's forward run to receive the ball is perfectly timed!"

"Great opportunity!"

"His only opponent left is the Italian goalkeeping god—Buffon!"

"This ball is in."

At the instant Messi prepared to kick,

A tall figure blocked his path.

Nesta.

At the moment Messi touched the ball, his foot shape changed.

Unmatched footwork... how is there still someone!

Li Kang.

Sideline.

Bielsa was a bit dumbfounded:

How did Li and Nesta think alike? How could their defensive ideas be so unified? They both seemed to have guessed Messi's finishing position.

The South American attacking group with no fixed form makes it impossible for La Masia's number four and the Italian defender to so easily judge the attacking direction.

Other side.

Crewyin frowned: When did Li get influenced by Italy's defensive philosophy...

Van Gaal angrily clenched his little fat hand: How could these teammates let Li retreat so deep to clean up?

He seemed to forget: the opponent is Messi plus Samba magical fantasy ensemble.

In Li Kang's field of vision.

There were two Nestás.

One was a back view.

One was a phantom.

He maintained a subtle distance from the back view.

The two defenders' tackling movements connected seamlessly.

No one saw clearly what happened.

The European team's penalty area was in chaos.

The football broke free from Messi's control... and stuck to Nesta's feet.

The main referee Corrina indicated no foul.

Messi just lay there, dejectedly patting the turf.

This scene, how does it feel somewhat familiar?

Li Kang's vision of Nesta's phantom gradually drifted away with the wind.

The modules in the system panel flashed with blinding light, eager to appear...

"Too shocking."

"The European team's defensive line, with Li Kang's support..."

"Ah!"

"Rivaldo!"

"Blade!"

After all, he's old and long out of battle.

Nesta's clearance lacked power, the floating football was intercepted in the thirty-meter zone.

Rivaldo.

He plucked the most brutal piece from countless dazzling skills.

Long-range shooting master!

After receiving the ball, he drove left, his calf suddenly exerting force!

Thwack!

The shell left the chamber!

The football skimmed the turf, screaming at breakneck speed toward the European team's goal!

Buffon's test has arrived!

He flung himself to the ground.

The orange glove, however, tilted toward the sky.

Why such a strange save motion?

Because the Italian goalkeeper knows: Rivaldo's low drive will take a bounce!

Just as expected.

The football, after bouncing at a position eight yards from the goal, obediently struck Buffon's glove.

"Brilliant!"

"Too extreme!"

"Rivaldo's form has been held very well; he was still with the Brazilian team two months ago... uh-oh, this ball got away from him!"

"Danger still looms!"

"Chance for a follow-up shot!"

The tens of thousands of spectators on site hadn't even had time to sigh.

A plump figure appeared in the field of view.

Ronaldo.

The 200-pound alien.

His plump right leg... made a small swing.

Follow-up shot.

Smack!

Buffon didn't have time to get up.

The football had already slammed into the net, hugging the post.

1:1!

!

"Alien!"

"The Big Luo scored!"

"His sense of smell and poaching instinct are his most loyal friends, never having deserted him despite the passage of time!"

"What a beautiful follow-up shot!"

"At the moment Rivaldo unleashed his long-range shot, he dragged his heavy steps into the penalty area!"

"The classic celebration of spreading wings and soaring!"

"Time on the green field seems to have rewound twenty years!"

Big Luo spread his arms.

He slowly jogged toward the corner flag area.

Teammates swarmed over, wildly celebrating.

The alien has gained weight, but he's still an alien.

Messi gazed at the little Luo beside him, suddenly realizing: he seems to have not enjoyed football this much for a long time.

Joy, this emotion, truly is contagious.

ESPN live broadcast room.

-【Kruljif's pot should be swapped for Cannavaro and Nesta.】

-【Exactly, the默契 between Cannavaro and Maldini can withstand peak aliens!】

-【The opposition is a South American historical-level attacking force...】

-【Now is not the time to play games; the old guards' bodies and speed on both sides are far inferior to their youth, competing on ball sense and awareness, vision and coordination.】

-【How does Rivaldo explain? Still packing explosive muscles at his age...】

-【Nesta and Li Kang's choices are smart; truly didn't expect two people's defensive thinking to align, shrinking defensive space, in deeper positions, restricting Messi's finishing.】

-【Kruljif arranged well, letting Li Kang switch roles in different game phases; this conceded goal is unavoidable—who could have imagined the 200-pound Big Luo... still having such abnormal poaching ability.】

C罗's competitive desire is very strong, even in a charity match.

He also wants to win.

He angrily dove into the net, picked up the ball, and ran toward the center circle line.

During the run, he occasionally raised his hand toward the stands' audience: signaling supporters to raise their voices even louder.

Combined with that resolute gaze, his whole body radiated leadership aura.

Zidane patted Harvey and Pirlo's shoulders, smiling at Lahm: "That's little Luo; being beaten by him isn't shameful."

Nesta didn't have time to say anything to Li Kang before seeing Van Gaal already waving and calling someone over.

Old Van's body is still in good shape.

The fat on his face trembled in a wave, his complexion ruddy.

He quickly handed over a dry towel and a sports drink, patting grass off Li Kang's body while speaking softly:

"Li, attack! Let the defenders go to hell!"

"Attack, but remember, don't hurt those old bones!"

"Dropping the ball in a charity match is quite normal."

"We must show the flair of our Northern Hemisphere!"

Li Kang took a sip of the drink.

He didn't expect Van Gaal to abandon his utilitarianism in the charity match.

Actually: Van Gaal of the last century was still an advocate of beautiful football...

Cruyff today had great "poise"; he didn't stop Van Gaal's tactical intervention, but gazed admiringly at the celebrating South American legends... and couldn't help clapping.

On the other side.

Bielsa did not celebrate.

Instead, he lowered his head, seriously preparing for the upcoming tactical adjustments.

VIP box.

Platini exclaimed: "The value of this match exceeds my expectations—what's the current viewership? How much broadcast revenue share will we roughly get across all channels? We absolutely cannot let Cristiano Ronaldo, Li, and Messi be taken off the field!"

Beckenbauer called out to the staff preparing to leave the room, shaking his head: "No one can interfere with Cruyff and Bielsa's coaching, not even in a charity match."

"Don't worry, these three little guys haven't even broken a sweat yet—they won't be subbed off so easily."

Platini nodded, then asked doubtfully: "I feel like Cruyff wants Li to gel with the midfield and backline—does that make sense?"

Beckenbauer glanced at his watch and smiled: "It does, and there's still plenty of time left in the match."