Chapter 329: Happiness at the Ceremony's Halftime? (Everyday Transition)

After C Luo's transition, he continuously improved every detail of his off-the-ball running.

Mei Xi was also improving.

In the 15-16 season, he developed comprehensive free-kick ability.

In the 16-17 season, his ability to control the team's overall tempo and create threatening balls underwent a leap-forward improvement.

The era of the 91 Mei Xi is not far off; the era of Mei Xi, the 'King of Threatening Balls,' is about to arrive.

The 55th minute of the match.

Mei Xi received a pass from Lei Dongduo in the right half of the center circle.

Ke Luozhe and C Luo gave chase relentlessly.

Ha Wei also intercepted from the front.

"A three-man trap!"

"Mei Xi drew multiple defenders."

"Li Wa'erduo and Ka Ka moved in to support."

"We can spread the ball out."

"From God's perspective."

Qi Da Nei, Pi Er Luo, and La Mu had to closely follow Li Wa'erduo and Ka Ka.

The defensive focus of the European team's front line was restrained by Mei Xi on the right flank.

Li Kang immediately pointed to the left half.

Nesta had a tacit understanding and quickly shifted laterally.

At the same time.

Mei Xi dodged and weaved, breaking out of the triple-team of C Luo, Ke Luozhe, and Ha Wei, and found a passing lane.

"After lateral dribbling, a large-scale shift!"

"Not looking for Ka Ka and Li Wa'erduo!"

"But looking for the distant Luona Erdi Niao and Ka Fu!"

"Mei Xi's command and control easily shifted the attack direction! Very concealed!"

"This pass is very threatening!"

"The left half of the European team is empty... no, there's still Nesta!"

Accompanied by a fierce arc.

The ball lightly cut across the half.

It landed on the left side of the European team's penalty area front line.

Xiao Luo and Nesta both rushed toward the landing point.

The Samba Elf's body orientation had the advantage.

Immediately afterward, he made an unexpected ball-stopping move.

Shoulder stop.

The ball bounced off his shoulder and then went over Nesta's head.

Xiao Luo lunged forward, trying to eat Nesta alive.

If he succeeded in shaking off, he could receive his own pass inside the penalty area.

"He's about to get past!"

"In his youth, Xiao Luo could defeat Jia Tuo Suo and Wei Aiera in physical confrontations!"

"Still the same now! Even against Nesta!"

"Oh no, the Italian center-back's anticipation!"

Nesta quickly adjusted his position, blocking Xiao Luo's acceleration route...

After their collision, both fell to the ground.

Ma Er Di Ni also arrived in time to provide cover, clearing the ball with a big kick.

It did not spark a heated conflict.

Xiao Luo and Nesta both got to their feet, exchanged a smile, and gave a friendly high-five.

"A few years ago on the Champions League stage, Barcelona versus AC Milan, the two had once staged a peak showdown."

"But their bodies at this time can no longer regain their former flair."

"Ka Luo Si threw in the ball."

"He threw it to Li Wa'erduo!"

"Ka Na Wa Luo headed it!"

"Li Wa'erduo is strong."

"But he was facing Ka Na Wa Luo, and only feared the Ballon d'Or defenders Baggio, Salas, and Mei Xi!"

"The Samba Devil's simple footwork was only half done when the opponent poked it behind him!"

He instantly lost control of the ball.

He immediately turned to reorganize the attack, but saw Pi Er Luo leisurely hook the ball.

Why are these Italians so annoying?

In the transition from defense to attack, Pi Er Luo might be the most useful midfielder, perhaps.

Not only is he a divine-level long passer with precise guidance,

nor is he limited to a 0.9-second ball-release rate.

The key is that he can make decisions on the field situation in an instant.

He is such a midfield master best at counter‑attacking, yet in his own paper he constantly emphasizes "offensive football under the all‑out attack‑defense concept."

And Harvey, this midfield master skilled at spontaneous attack and positional attack, yet in his paper he emphasizes "the duration of defensive, transitional, and offensive conversion."

Pa—

The ball left Pirlo's left foot, kicking up turf, and flew straight into the attacking third.

Just like Morata.

You can never tell which foot Pirlo favors when passing.

"Cruise missile!"

"Found Klose!"

"Redondo's really busy, he's going back and forth with the Europe team's attackers."

Thirty‑five‑meter zone.

Klose received the ball with his chest while backing to goal.

He had no intention of getting tangled with Redondo.

He flicked it with his right foot.

He passed it back to the advancing Li Kang!

A play‑making striker, if he had another teammate skilled at dummy runs like Müller, could fully unleash Klose's supporting role across the entire attacking dimension.

At the same time.

Cristiano Ronaldo was also sprinting down the left flank at high speed.

It wasn't a ordinary straight line.

It was a diagonal.

An analysis of his off‑the‑ball movement could fill a book.

Even at high speed, he can accurately assess the changing distance between himself and the opposing defenders, find the optimal running route, cleverly exploit the defenders' blind side, and create the best space to receive the ball.

Thiago Silva, do you drop back or press?

If you drop back, I can receive the ball and shoot right away.

If you press up, your turning speed lacks enough advantage over my absolute speed.

Cristiano Ronaldo was full of confidence.

He cocked his head, his resolute gaze fixed on the Europe team's number ten in the distance: "Li, pass the ball over—I'll show you how fortunate it is to have a teammate like me."

Li Kang couldn't send out a pass.

The moment he received the ball,

The fierce Cafu had already closed in.

He is a sword‑wielding defender and also the most solid top‑tier full‑back.

At his peak for fifteen years, he suppressed countless gifted attackers.

"Cafu is very experienced."

"He didn't go straight in for a tackle."

"The main purpose is to slow Li Kang's attacking rhythm, waiting for teammates' support… ah!"

Li Kang's passing lanes were blocked.

In his vision, a bald silhouette stood proudly.

Zidane.

King's moment.

Cafu was relaxed, pressing Li Kang without trying to win the ball.

Delaying the opponent's counter‑attack rhythm.

Messi was about to get back into position to defend, and support would arrive shortly.

In a flash.

He saw Li Kang actually dribble forward two steps, shortening the distance between them.

His pupils involuntarily contracted.

Li Kang lightly nudged the ball with his right foot.

The ball slid toward the right side.

Turn!

Cafu couldn't get his foot out in time.

The youngster in his sight had already completed an incredibly smooth left‑foot drag.

Suave to the extreme!

How could there be a third person in the world capable of pulling off such a perfect Marseille turn?

Zidane instinctively reached for his bald head.

Maradona in the stands looked bewildered.

"Marseille turn!"

"Gorgeous!"

"Smooth!"

"The ultimate union of man and ball!"

"Cafu's too old, he can't keep up… Messi's chasing back!"

"Wow!"

"It's exactly the moment Li Kang finishes his evasion and links into the burst of acceleration!"

Wembley Stadium, the thunderous applause was instantly replaced by exclamations.

Messi stretched his foot to poke the ball.

Having just used a Marseille turn, Li Kang, who was preparing to accelerate and dribble, simply didn't have time to complete the connection.

If he followed his normal cadence, he couldn't complete the connection.

But.

In Li Kang's vision, two Messis appeared.

Lingbo Microstep.

Next.

Everyone unconsciously held their breath, expressions stunned.

Messi's toe failed to touch the ball.

In that instant, Li Kang displayed a peerless cadence!

His right foot lightly tapped the ball.

He landed continuously on a single supporting foot.

Accelerate.

Decelerate.

Accelerate.

Messi was stunned.

"It's past!"

"Unbelievable!"

"Too shocking!"

Even the commentator couldn't put this scene into words: it was as if they saw Messi get past Messi in a wondrous scene...

Li Kang's calf sent waves of sharp pain.

Without the Bale module's support.

His center of gravity and lower limbs could hardly maintain the Lingbo Microstep state for a long time.

After completing the evasion.

Pa!

The ball left his left foot.

He leapt toward Klose, who had run into the open space!

C Ronaldo didn't spread his hands to blame why the ball wasn't passed to himself.

He discovered that Thiago Silva wasn't playing any mind games, psychological battles, or defensive predictions... but was tightly sticking to him.

"This ball's force isn't big!"

"The lead was just right!"

"Klose paused, then headed the ball down!"

"Lucio's entanglement!"

"The South American team's defensive line is not lacking at all!"

Klose's playmaking ability is extremely strong.

He can be thrown into any team as a center forward serving as the attacking core's pivot.

But Lucio is also not easy to deal with.

After all, he was the main center back during Lewokusen's Santian Wang era, a Bayern legend.

The two entangled for a few seconds at the top of the penalty arc.

With a pa sound.

The ball rolled to the right flank.

"Lahm!"

"Kick and cross!"

Lahm hasn't fully retired from Bayern yet.

His crossing standard remains at the top tier of today's football world!

No adjustment.

Kick following the momentum.

Peng!

The ball left the ground, spinning violently, straight into the penalty area!

At this moment.

Li Kang rushed to the top of the penalty arc.

In his vision, a phantom of the number 14 in orange appeared.

Keluyinfu.

Sky-Shattering Echo.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Jump!

C Ronaldo was engaged in an intense physical battle with Thiago Silva.

Both of them judged the ball's trajectory very accurately.

Suddenly.

Their view was blocked by a dark shadow.

The fans in the nearby stands couldn't help but exclaim in surprise!

Van Gaal's face flushed with a reddish hue.

Kluivert's eyes were filled with astonishment.

As for the South American team's penalty area,

Li Kang leapt high into the air.

Like a phoenix soaring across the sky.

Smack!

The sound of his head making contact with the ball.

Leaving everyone in awe.

This kind of leaping height...

This kind of explosive power...

Bravo felt awful.

He somewhat regretted participating in this match.

But the force and trajectory of the ball let him breathe a sigh of relief.

Li's header... wasn't on target!

Cristiano Ronaldo shook off Thiago Silva.

I'll anticipate the deflection path!

The South American goalkeeper quickly adjusted his position.

Yet he saw the ball graze past Cristiano Ronaldo's head... and lightly drift into the net...

3-1!

!

Cristiano Ronaldo excitedly slapped his forehead.

He rushed to the corner flag area.

Leaping high, he completed an exaggerated turning motion; as his feet touched the ground, he swung his hands downward: "Siu~~~"

He then turned back and rushed toward Li Kang.

"Li, just like that! Pass the ball to me, and I'll let you enjoy the joy of an assist!"

Cristiano Ronaldo suddenly wondered: why aren't the fans in the nearby stands shouting "Siu"?

He abruptly looked up at the big screen.

How was the goal credited to Li Kang?