Chapter 327: Ultimate Performance (Daily Transition)

After returning to the field.

Li Kang gestured to Lahm several times, conveying Van Gaal's tactical adjustment; the latter understood instantly.

Lahm's relationship with Van Gaal is still good; adjusting his trousers a bit, he can fully grasp the other's intention.

His gaze swept over the European team's bench, seeing Ballack sitting alone in the corner.

His gaze quickly shifted away.

Lahm has recently been writing his autobiography, reaching the eve of the 2010 World Cup, hesitating how to mention his relationship with Ballack and the national team...

The light in German football's darkest hour?

The soul of the war chariot?

The tragic hero?

Lahm, Podolski and this group of youngsters would not tolerate an overbearing elder brother who oversteps, rushes off the bench to snatch command from the head coach, and openly argues with the coaching staff during matches.

Looking across the world.

Which national team's youngster would dare, in an official match... under the world's gaze... to openly slap the elder brother?

The German team dares.

Podolski dares.

The head referee is still urging the South American team to quickly finish their celebration.

Cristiano Ronaldo gestured toward Van Gaal: two fingers pointing downward, indicating he wants more possession.

Van Gaal looked up at the sky, pretending not to see.

Although the two have never worked together, their relationship is very good.

Over the years, when facing media interviews, they often praise each other.

But when it comes to Ballon d'Or voting, old Van Gaal always silently casts his vote for 'Messi, whom he has constantly criticized'...

Zidane patted Cristiano Ronaldo's head and laughed, 'Don't think too much, I'll pass you the ball.'

Cristiano Ronaldo nodded seriously.

The game restarted from the center circle.

Cristiano Ronaldo kicked off, passed back to Li Kang, then immediately surged into the South American team's half.

He quickly adjusted to the best observational stance.

His resolute eyes constantly observed the movements of nearby players.

Assessing position.

Planning running routes.

At the moment Li Kang passed the ball sideways to Xavi,

Cristiano Ronaldo made a forward-leaning feint, attempting to deceive Cafu into retreating to create depth, so he could have the most perfect and safest receiving environment.

A very perfect special ability.

Unfortunately.

He didn't fool the peak-form Cafu, who had maintained his top level for fifteen years.

Pirlo also never sent a long pass.

On the edge of the frame, Cristiano Ronaldo just nervously flicked and swayed...

"Cristiano Ronaldo put on a beautiful off-the-ball dribble for us."

"Too bad Inzaghi isn't Benzema."

"Xavi cares more about the team's overall rhythm."

"The European team's backline is now in dire straits."

"Seven South American legends have surged past the halfway line!"

Xavi has not made any more mistakes.

He hasn't fully retired; he's dominating the Middle East.

No matter how high the opponent's pressing intensity, don't even think about easily stealing the ball from his feet.

He just can't seem to turn around.

"Facing a triple press! Xavi still found a safe forward advance route!"

"Zidane!"

"Beautiful!"

"In-the-box dunk!"

Zidane certainly didn't use his trousers to dunk the ball.

Facing away, he met the descending ball with a flick of his ankle inward.

The bald head before him seemed to cast a spell, letting the ball glide past his side with effortless grace.

Carlos, lunging forward, abruptly stopped his steps.

Positioning!

The Brazilian full-back timely blocked Zidane's turn and launch.

"A showdown between two Real Madrid legends!"

"Hey!"

"Zidane has passed."

"The two veteran legends' physical contest is all about who has maintained themselves better."

Carlos staggered, maintaining his balance.

He watched as the distance between himself and Zidane grew ever greater.

People would argue for hundreds of pages on forums over whether "Li Ke Er Mei's physical confrontation is up to par".

But no one denies Qi Dan Nei's physical hardware.

Why is he called the "half-step ball king"?

Besides super-first-rate technique and vision, big-picture awareness, he also possesses an abnormal physique.

Xiao Luo is the same.

These two people merely had their beast-like bodies obscured by outstanding technique.

Qi Dan Nei's advancing ability is also terrifying.

Not referring to an individual.

But rather he can make the whole team maintain a fast-paced advancing speed.

Adhesive.

Between one reception and one pass, he strolls leisurely.

The ball joyfully leaps in the South American team's half.

Li Kang, La Mu, Hai Wei three people pulled open the advancing width, Ma Er Di Ni also came forward from the flank, maintaining the deep protection in the advancing process.

"Different from Hai Wei's control of the overall tempo."

"Qi Dan Nei's attitude toward forward attack is more direct."

"The South American team's defensive recovery speed is very fast!"

Li Kang really enjoys the match.

Although the match intensity is not high, the style traces shown by the midfield legends are too deep.

The feeling when passing and moving with them far surpasses the experience of watching videos.

God's perspective silently recorded everything.

During Qi Dan Nei's player days, who was his most annoying opponent?

Lei Dong Duo

1998 Champions League final, You Wen Tu Si vs Huang Ma

Qi Dan Nei defeated Lei Dong Duo many times in head-to-head clashes, yet lost the championship.

After that match, he gradually began to shift his skill points toward 'team-oriented'.

Pa!

Thirty-five-meter area.

Qi Dan Nei passed the ball to Li Kang, who was in an excellent position.

At the same time.

C Luo began to move.

This time he did not use a feint to receive the ball and deceive Ka Fu.

But after assessing his own position and Di Ya Ge Xi Er Wa's visual blind spot, he began to make a diagonal run.

That's right.

C Luo's another signature skill: blind-side run!

Unfortunately.

He didn't have Ben Ze Ma beside him.

Yin Zha Ji couldn't play the role of a supporting striker.

At the moment Li Kang sent a through pass.

Di Ya Ge Xi Er Wa moved forward with the momentum, coincidentally meeting C Luo's early acceleration.

"Beautiful!"

"A godly through pass!"

"Perfect lead!"

"In one go, it tore through the South American team's defense line."

"Ke Li Si Te Ya Nuo!"

"C Luo!"

"One-on-one!"

"Eh? The referee's whistle blew! Offside!"

"No problem, Di Ya Ge Xi Er Wa and Lu Xi Ao's offside trap worked very well!"

"The offside was too obvious, no need to check the replay."

"But we have to say, C Luo's timing on that diagonal run was not bad, but the South American team's last defensive line's forward shift was very timely!"

Peng!

C Luo had no intention of stopping, and fired a shot with one foot.

The ball whistled as it hit the side net.

He angrily turned back and raised his hand at Li Kang, indicating that the pass was not good.

Referee Ke Li Na, smiling, showed C Luo a yellow card.

And he explained the reason: it was because C Luo continued to shoot after the whistle.

"Please stay calm, Ke Li Si Te Ya Nuo."

The offside position was too obvious, even VAR video assistant referee intervention was not needed.

C Luo still muttered complaints.

This scene, which often occurs in Huang Ma matches, now seems out of place with the legendary teammates.

Cafu took a free kick from the backfield.

The South American legends launched a fierce attack.

Dazzling coordination.

Water has no constant form.

It made even Xavi hard to judge the overall direction of the attack.

Too difficult.

Ronaldinho, Kaká, Messi, Rivaldo, Carlos and others each possessed terrifying explosive power.

Even putting Kryuchkov on from the sideline, it's hard to predict the best defensive position in a short time.

Fortunately, Nesta, Maldini, and Cannavaro gradually regained their old understanding.

The Italian steel defense repeatedly blocked the South American magical onslaught.

There was also a German: Lahm.

As long as there wasn't a freakish striker like Balotelli or Torres with monstrous impact, Lahm would be hard to beat.

Big Ronaldo?

The 200-pound Big Ronaldo could hardly recover his historic-level impact.

And Li Kang?

Under Van Gaal's resentful gaze, he repeatedly disrupted Messi alongside Nesta...

Time passed second by second.

Possession went back and forth.

The focus of Europe's counterattack shifted to Pirlo.

Exquisite and elegant long arcing passes dotted the night sky of Wembley Stadium.

The VAR video assistant referee repeatedly called off the one-on-ones of Cristiano Ronaldo and Inzaghi.

The complaints from the stands all around grew louder and louder.

The audience was very dissatisfied with the high-tech product introduced into this match.

They thought it made the match lose its watchability!

The 45th minute of the match.

Beep! Beep-beep~

Head referee Collina blew the whistle signaling the end of the first half.

"A passionate clash between the European and South American teams!"

"Both sides traded attacks, ending in a one-one draw!"

"The twists and turns of the story left the audience eager to jump straight into the second half."

European team's locker room.

Van Gaal spat as he talked, his big hand occasionally tapping the tactical board.

He really wanted to take Cristiano Ronaldo off.

Whenever they attacked into the thirty-five-meter zone... this guy... damn hogged possession and the right to shoot.

He still had the invincible aura from 14 years ago, which was still passable.

Now the European team's bench also lacked Benzema, Modric, and Kroos.

Where in a short time could one build a galaxy warship that serves the 'ball-less concept' willingly and tirelessly?

After taking charge of the Dutch team, the Ballon d'Or vote must still go to Messi... no, it must go to Li!

Xavi and Pirlo actively voiced their opinions.

Zidane, like an old father, soothed the unhappy Cristiano Ronaldo.

In the corner.

Kryuchkov called Li Kang to the side.

The two looked at each other in silence.

Until the break was about to end.

The old man patted his shoulder and gently said, "Enjoy the game."

The fifteen-minute break ended.

Both sides' players stepped back onto the pitch.

Wembley Stadium regained its clamor.

Li Kang glanced at the system panel; the light emitted from each module was brilliant to the extreme, as if it had reached its limit.

Water overflowed naturally...

"Good evening, friends in the audience."

"Welcome back; we are now live broadcasting the European Legends vs. South American Legends."

"Both sides have not made any substitution adjustments for now."

Beep! Beep-beep~

Accompanied by a whistle from Collina.

The match officially began.

South American team possession.

Big Ronaldo kicked off, laying it across to Messi.

He then passed it to Rivaldo.

The South American legends once again stirred up an offensive frenzy.

Cafu and Carlos also surged forward.

Amid Bielsa's roar, a crazy magical fantasia swept across the European team's half.

"Too splendid!"

"The pinnacle of attacking football!"

"Hard to imagine—if big Ronaldo and little Ronaldo could meet peak Messi at their peaks, what a wonderful sight that would be!"

"Messi's pass!"

"Huh?"

"\"The ball was intercepted!"

"\""

Messi, who had just charged into the forty-meter zone, had his face filled with disbelief.

"Where's the ball?"

"How could anyone intercept such a diagonal pass with that speed and power?"

The ball was already glued to Li Kang's feet.

In his vision, the phantom of Nesta, imbued with the red-black soul, appeared once more.

Accompanied by the fading shadow of Bobby Moore's "Emperor Star".

Two legendary central defenders of historic stature stood side by side.

"Too exaggerated!"

"Li Kang actually managed to anticipate the passing lane of the magical fantasia!"

"Unbelievable!"

"The South American team's attack was throttled by him alone!"

"The art of defense!"

"The European team's counterattack!"

"Should the point of initiation still be given to Pirlo?"

The teammates quickly reacted.

The overall formation quickly shifted forward.

Nesta secretly admired: even in his youth, it would have been hard to produce such a perfect tackle...

Van Gaal jumped up in delight.

Bielsa's face turned deathly pale.

Wembley Stadium, applause thundered like a tide.

From God's perspective.

The South American team's backfield was empty.

They did not pass the ball back to Pirlo.

"Smack!"

Li Kang pushed the ball forward, dug his cleats into the grass, and surged ahead!

In his vision, the golden phantom of the number 11 in white shone brilliantly.

The Great Sage descends.

Soaring through clouds and mist.

The billboards on both sides of the frame gradually blurred.

Facing the wind.

Li Kang's steps grew ever faster.

In a few breaths.

The ball crossed the midfield line, the forty-meter mark...

That was an inconceivable speed.

Like a bolt of lightning, it split the South American team's half.

The spectators were utterly entranced.

Bell in front of the TV gaped in astonishment.

Thiago Silva and Lucio quickly fell back, tightening the defensive space.

Rondón leapt up!

"If Li Kang now chooses to bulldoze through, it would be too much of a bullying of the 47-year-old Real Madrid legend!"

"Huh?"

"It's slowed down!"

It's not that Li Kang wants to slow down.

From God's perspective.

The South American team's last defensive line wanted to deliberately concede depth; their retreat was not slow at all—if they directly challenged Rondón, they would likely be outnumbered three-on-one near the edge of the box, losing their shooting angle.

We must wait for Inzaghi.

Wait for the attacking unit to form.

Three seconds is enough.

A small phantom wearing the number 6 red-blue jersey appeared.

Xavi.

Rondón stepped forward, readying to stretch his foot to steal the ball.

Li Kang cut the ball with the outside of his left foot and turned!

Like a compass, he spun in place.

His feet were like magnets, firmly controlling the ball.

Real Madrid's legendary midfielder stepped into empty air.

His whole body instantly lost balance!

The crowd erupted.

"The magic spin of love!"

"So suave!"

Harvey, running, stared wide-eyed.

This dribble move, criticized for delaying the attack's rhythm,

yet it perfectly suited the team's overall formation for advancing.

Thiago Silva and Lúcio looked bewildered: the meaning of the two of them withdrawing instantly shifted from advantage to disadvantage.

Cristiano Ronaldo and Inzaghi have already kicked off.

They came in from the flanks.

A normal defender simply doesn't have time to set an offside trap in such a short span!

What to do?

But we still have to hold the line!

His thoughts flew far away.

Reality had only passed three seconds.

Thiago Silva and Lúcio widened the gap, each marking Cristiano Ronaldo and Inzaghi tightly.

Li Kang's speed surged again.

Bale's afterimage had not yet faded.

He ignored his teammates' calls for the ball.

From God's perspective.

The central gap in the South American team's defense had already appeared.

Charge!

Bravo really wanted to curse his teammates.

But he couldn't find any reason.

Come out!

Only by coming out can we stop Li's attack!

Li Kang's figure darted across the South American team's half.

Thirty meters.

Twenty-five meters.

Twenty meters.

He encountered the fiercely advancing Chilean goalkeeper.

Cristiano Ronaldo and Inzaghi each raised their hands for the ball, but neither managed to shake off the South American defenders' entanglement.

In his vision.

An afro-headed phantom suddenly appeared.

Ronaldo.

Pendulum.

Li Kang's speed did not slow in the slightest.

He stepped forward with his right foot.

His weight shifted right.

Immediately after.

He stepped forward with his left foot.

His weight shifted left.

The exaggerated swaying amplitude made the over 100,000 spectators at Wembley Stadium forget to breathe.

Pendulum!

An utterly domineering, unreasonable pendulum dribble!

Bravo wore an expression of utter despair... at the moment he lost his balance, he knew he would once again become the backdrop of a glorious highlight reel... or that classic highlight that has been circulated for many years.

How could there be a second person in the world capable of making such calm left‑right weight shifts at high speed?

Big Ronaldo was dumbfounded.

Little Ronaldo, tracking back, was also dumbfounded.

He saw Li Kang complete the dribble, then suddenly stopped his feet and made an exaggerated in‑place leg swing...

How could he be as confident as himself?

Give Bravo a chance to chase back, give Lúcio a chance to cover and block?

Smack!

The ball kicked up turf.

In the air it traced an extremely bizarre arc.

It floated and swirled into the South American team's goal.

2:1!

!

The whole venue fell silent.