Chapter 330: Legendary Match Concludes (Daily Transition)

C Luo was stunned.

After hesitating for two seconds, he still laughed and gave Li Kang a strong hug.

The match's Puma ball was fitted with a high-sensitivity sensor, and he did not doubt whether the scorer was himself.

Klose and Lahm also crowded forward.

Bravo sat dejectedly on the turf, his face devoid of any will to live.

Zidane clapped with one hand while gesturing to the nearby stands for the fans to be more enthusiastic.

Wembley Stadium was instantly covered by ever-growing cheers.

"Beautiful!"

"The ball went in again!"

"Klose's pass, Lahm's cross, Li Kang's header, and C Luo's cover!"

"Europe team scored again!"

"Too exciting!"

"The purest technical feast!"

"Li Kang scored twice! He once again put on a highly watchable performance! Let us feast our eyes."

"Marseille turn!"

"Extreme step frequency!"

"The legendary flight!"

ESPN broadcast room.

Bullet comments flew across the screen.

-【After all, the opponents are all veterans; Li Mingdeng on the field is simply a dimensional strike!】

-【Explosive leaping power, explosive flexibility.】

-【Wrong, aside from running speed, he won over the fans with skill and ball sense!】

-【Only between old veterans does one truly fight physically; it's just like the kindly old fans I met at the university stadium.】

-【Buffon: You're old, I'm not.】

-【Li Kang's head is as unreliable as Morata's foot... I even thought this ball was gone.】

-【Klose truly is a late bloomer, getting more demonic with age!】

On the sidelines.

Van Gaal excitedly hugged Kroos.

The two, long-time feuding rivals of Ajax, forgot their grudges at this moment.

"Genius!"

"The most perfect midfielder of the new generation!"

"Did you see that? He's so much like Zidane!"

It didn't last a few seconds.

Kroos then disgustedly pushed away the old Van Gaal.

"Take Li Kang off, he's tired!"

"Where is he tired?"

"I say he's tired; next week he still has to play in the Premier League."

Van Gaal did not continue to refute, turned and walked toward the bench.

On the other side.

Bielsa also summoned Tevez and Riquelme, who had finished warming up.

The master who focuses solely on football didn't care about worldly affairs on the pitch.

"Listen, you guys better cooperate with Messi..."

Riquelme nodded seriously.

Tevez impatiently avoided the head coach's gaze.

VIP box.

Platini saw Beckenbauer lose his temper for the first time.

"How did Kroos just take Li Kang off like that?"

"Li hasn't fully shown... our German players' traits... I mean, he has undergone the baptism of German football."

Beckenbauer raised his gold-rimmed glasses.

He secretly lamented: If Li could represent Germany in the World Cup, how great that would be.

The fourth official stood outside the center circle.

He held up the number board high.

"This legendary match has no substitution limits!"

"Europe team made massive rotations!"

"Li Kang, Xavi, Pirlo, and Zidane all went off together!"

"Coming on are Beckham, Scholes, Owen, and Ballack!"

"England's legends and Germany's tank spirits all appeared."

"The South American team also made two substitution adjustments on their side."

"People's Ball King, Tevez!"

"Classical playmaker, Riquelme!"

"The ones taken off were Ronaldo and Ronaldinho!"

Accompanied by enthusiastic applause.

Li Kang and several midfield veterans walked off the pitch.

Zidane patted the back of his head, smiling: "Adjust well, you'll soon be back in the intense match of normal competition... We might even meet again in the Champions League this season."

Li Kang nodded.

Harvey suddenly interjected: "Li, Barcelona is a very..."

His mouth was suddenly covered by Pirlo beside him.

Van Gaal enthusiastically handed over a towel and sports drink: "Li, do you still remember the formation I told you about back then? Come on, sit down! I'll explain it again in detail, no need to get into specific players!"

Cruyff stood aside, his gaze kind.

He had prepared many words to say to his disciple, but at this moment he couldn't utter a single one.

After this match, it seemed that was no longer necessary either.

Li Kang attentively listened to Old Van Gaal's nagging.

He couldn't leave the pitch that quickly.

After the match, both teams' players still had to interact with the sick children.

The match resumed.

The South American team's attack suddenly stalled.

"Messi found space on the right flank!"

"Tevez could have passed the ball over... oh, he didn't!"

"He was tackled by Beckham!"

"What a pity."

"Although Beckham is good-looking, he's also a tough guy on the pitch! His running coverage..."

"Kaka!"

"What a pity, Nesta knows Kaka too well."

Time passed second by second.

Bielsa, who favors attacking football, also saw the problem: this group of Argentine elders simply doesn't like giving the ball to Messi.

Helplessly.

He could only set up a low defensive line given the inability to control possession.

Conceding large vertical space doesn't mean the team loses its attack.

Because the South American team still has a Kaka.

The European team's midfield also has cohesion issues.

Beckham and Scholes regarded Barak as Gerrard and Lampard.

But Barak regarded the two as Schneider...

Styles don't match.

The attack was once constipated.

It was difficult to deliver the shells to the frontline Cristiano Ronaldo and Klose.

Should we just launch a long kick?

The opposing defense has been trained by Li Kang to be impenetrable...

On the sidelines.

Cruyff appears not to care about the match result.

Only Van Gaal paced back and forth in the technical area.

Match time passed second by second.

78th minute.

The South American team finally got a good counterattack opportunity!

Redondo tackled Barak.

He quickly passed it to the right flank.

Messi trapped and turned, neutralizing Lahm's challenge.

After dribbling sideways a few steps, he lashed his left foot at the bottom of the ball.

Another diagonal arc!

"Beautiful!"

"Found Kaka launching on the left!"

"Here he comes!"

"The person on the path is like jade."

"The nobleman is unmatched in the world."

Many say Kaka is old and his body can't maintain peak sprinting.

Actually.

Kaka's long runs are not just about speed.

Every touch in the dribble has its rhythm.

Striding like a shooting star.

There's also a designed running route.

He too is an inimitable legend.

Even a fast horse like Woerkete cannot be replicated.

Amid the cheers of one hundred thousand fans.

Kaka broke through Scholes' interception.

He forcibly created a long-range shooting angle.

Bang!

The football screamed past Buffon's five-finger gate.

3:2!

!

Kaka made the most iconic celebration of his career: pointing both hands to the sky, head back, running...

Countless spectators' first love of football was awakened at this moment.

Beep! Beep-beep~

Finally, the head referee Kelina blew the whistle signaling the end of the match.