Chapter 336: Car Repair Maniac (Daily Transition)

Throw-in?

Conte furrowed his brow, using exaggerated hand gestures to direct the team's high point to contract toward the penalty area.

He had made ample preparations before the match, and had also made arrangements to defend against the 'Arsenal throw-in tactic'.

A defense that can be knocked silly is not a good defense.

Back then, 'Popeye' Delap couldn't break through Scolari's Chelsea.

The Castle in the Sky has been repeatedly crushed by the Blues.

Aerial defense?

Terry and Cahill are the ceiling of this era.

Li Kang received the football thrown by the ball boy.

He wrapped it in his jersey and wiped it.

The throw-in position was roughly in Chelsea's half, thirty meters from the goal.

A burly silhouette appeared in his vision.

Stoke City number 24.

Delap!

Unwilling emotions spread wildly.

He raised his hand angrily, pointing at Chelsea's central defender Terry.

Terry remained calm, shouting at Courtois behind him: 'Watch your positioning, don't get double-teamed.'

Another core of the throw-in tactic is the attacking players double-teaming the goalkeeper.

Courtois nodded.

He submits to no one, but he does submit to Terry.

The reason is definitely not because both of them like giving their teammates green hats.

Fabregas observed the Arsenal players' positioning.

'Morata, Giroud, Mertesacker... in the penalty area, taking parallel positions to form three attacking points.'

'Cazorla, Sanchez and others can easily execute two-point attacks from the flanks...'

'Li's best choice is...'

He did not continue thinking.

Fabregas had Kanté take up the position between Giroud and Walcott.

'Any advanced complex defensive system cannot stop a domineering powerful throw-in.'

'Can Li Kang's golden arm change the score?'

'The distance between the Stamford Bridge advertising board and the touchline is not long; start the run-up...'

During the run-up.

Li Kang lifted the ball high up to the back of his head.

His body leaned back to an extremely exaggerated extent.

His whole body resembled a giant siege catapult!

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

The football left his palm.

Howling, it slammed toward Chelsea's penalty area!

'A stunning throw-in!'

At Stamford Bridge Stadium, the crowd couldn't help but exclaim.

Boerde couldn't help but want to celebrate.

He was full of confidence, proudly watching Morata, Giroud, and Mertesacker, the three eager attacking high points.

The score was about to be rewritten!

What he overlooked was: Terry marked Giroud, Cahill tightly followed Mertesacker, and Kanté, along with Moses, Marcos and others, cut off the link for secondary attacks.

Chelsea's aerial defense is the existence of Europe's ceiling.

It's not just Terry and Cahill.

There is also a tall, long-armed 'complete form' Courtois.

The Blues' goalkeeper is no longer the immature form that Messi and Li Kang could easily score past between the legs.

Both feet kicked hard into the turf.

His long arms covered over Morata's head.

Thud!

The football, speeding through mid-air, was struck hard by the green glove...

'A fantastic save!'

'Oh no, this ball wasn't cleared far enough?'

'Arsenal's two-point attack!'

'Xhaka!'

Young Xhaka had a decent long-range shooting ability.

He was at thirty-five meters from the goal, took a few steps to adjust, and prepared to receive the football.

The skill's wind-up time was too long.

A dark-skinned figure rushed over.

It wasn't Kanté.

It was Moses.

The aim wasn't to win the ball, but to take up position.

The 27-year-old Nigerian winger, orphaned at a young age, had a tragic childhood that didn't earn him a protagonist's script; he came through Crystal Palace's academy, joined Chelsea, but never got much playing time.

He occasionally showed brilliance on the European stage.

Afterwards he was repeatedly loaned out to mid-to-lower table clubs.

During the Mourinho II era he was recalled again, originally expected to become a core player, but it turned out he never had a face-to-face conversation with the head coach in two years.

The third time he stepped back onto Stamford Bridge's pitch, Conte discovered this guy was exactly the right winger he wanted.

So.

The black forward who averaged only eight goals per hundred matches was remade into Chelsea's right wing, becoming an important piece in the three-center-back system.

"Zakka's position is blocked."

"Can't get past."

"Moses's base is too solid."

"Conte's Chelsea, the handling of defending against second balls is so meticulous!"

"Fabregas stopped the ball."

"Chelsea's counterattack is coming again!"

Someone once said: the 2015 Premier League champion midfield core, Europe's assist king-Fabregas, is still not as good as the 2005 Fabregas.

That statement is really hard to refute.

He came up through La Masia's youth academy.

At 16 he debuted in the Premier League, breaking a string of youngest-player goal records.

His peers Benzema, Piqué, Suárez, Cavani, Pedro were still in youth teams... Vardy was still working as a child laborer, Nagelsmann was still playing in local leagues, Huddlera was still a ball boy, Ramírez was still laying bricks, and Mertens, when kicked out of the youth academy, was still fantasizing about growing taller...

At 18 he became Arsenal's midfield core; in the Champions League semi-final he played like a god descended, in the final he suffered a bitter defeat, was selected for the UEFA Team of the Year, and piled up honors and awards.

How strong was he? After a kickoff from the center circle, he went on a solo run past the entire opposing midfield line to score...

Early in his career he blocked gods and killed gods, blocked Buddhas and killed Buddhas.

World Cup final, assisted Yinniesita, lifted the World Cup.

Euro final, assisted David Silva, lifted the Euro trophy.

Assist king of the top five leagues.

One season: 19 goals, 19 assists.

Arsenal's core.

The young Fabregas, during his Arsenal days, contributed many classic moments, fulfilling fans' every fantasy.

His starting point was too high; at that age the male lead of a football anime would still be fighting for some national high school championship.

Too bad.

Later, Fabregas's self-funded return to Barcelona... shocked the world.

The desire to chase championships is understandable.

But the act of paying out of pocket to lose money became a laughingstock for fans worldwide, and will be mocked for years to come.

Smack!

Fabregas didn't make too many adjustments.

He kicked the ball straight up from where he stood.

The Stamford Bridge library seemed to tremble slightly.

A long pass with both arc and precision made Chelsea fans exhilarated.

"Long rainbow piercing the sun!"

"Hearing thunder in silence!"

"About forty-five meters of guided distance!"

"Bashua Yin!"

Bashua Yin is not Diego Costa, and cannot replace him to complete the ultimate "Fabregas-Costa connection".

He rushed past the center circle line.

But he couldn't stop his teammate's exquisite long pass.

His preferred foot is the right foot.

Koscielny approached from the right, feinting.

Aggressive interference prevented Bashua Yin from controlling the ball.

Bellerín, coming over to help defend, poked the ball away and then sent a diagonal long pass: find Li Kang.

From God's perspective.

In Chelsea's transition from defense to attack, several gaps were exposed.

Kanté, preparing to shield the second point of attack, surged forward.

Conte's "yellow bounce" couldn't be maintained.

An excellent opportunity to break the deadlock!

In Li Kang's vision, a golden-red phantom suddenly appeared.

Liverpool's number nine.

Torres.

Chelsea Champions League feat?

Car-repair maniac!

"The ball is about to be passed among three players who came from La Masia youth academy."

"Chelsea switched from defense to attack, Arsenal from attack to defense, then back to defense to attack, in just a few seconds the two teams produced..."

"Bellerin's pass this time had too much of a lead."

"Terry will be able to get the ball... wow!"

"Nitrous boost?"

Terry raised his hand to signal teammates not to rush, he jogged toward the falling ball that had slowed after hitting the ground... preparing to pass it back to Courtois.

He lifted his right foot, preparing to stop the bouncing ball.

Pa!

But the instep struck the inner thigh.

It was someone else's thigh!

The ball was nudged forward by Li Kang's blue Puma shoes.

Arsenal's number 10 jersey then blocked the view of Chelsea's defensive stalwart.

Terry, whose right foot had not yet fully landed, instantly felt an overbearing, matchless force!

As he fell to the ground, he instinctively reached out to grab Li Kang's jersey.

He would rather take a card for a foul than let him rush past.

Couldn't hold on!

Courtois, danger!

At Stamford Bridge, the Gunners and Blues fans couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment.

Joy and terror clashed with each other.

"The acceleration speed is terrifying!"

"A terrifying moment erupted!"

"An unexpected forward run left Chelsea's defense no time to react."

"Overbearing!"

"An unreasonable duel saw the 89‑kg Terry actually flipped over by him!"

"Breakthrough!"

The commentator shouted hoarsely.

The Arsenal number‑10 jersey in the camera, its hem flying... made the audience mistakenly think Stamford Bridge was experiencing a howling gale.

Thirty meters.

Twenty‑five meters.

Twenty meters.

Fifteen meters.

Courtois, not the slightest bit panicked.

Different from De Gea's K‑shaped block.

The fully mature Chelsea goalkeeper prefers to use a split‑leg block to stop opponents' breakaways.

Now, the speed at which he completes his blocking stance is very fast.

No longer need to worry about being nutmegged by Messi due to a slow deployment of his stance.

No consideration of a second save.

Split‑leg block, once released, cannot be quickly followed by a rising save motion in the short term.

This is the Chelsea goalkeeper's confidence.

Blocking a breakaway, the most important thing is confidence!

At this moment.

It seemed as if the spotlights of the whole Stamford Bridge were shining on Li Kang and Courtois.

No one knows what psychological duel the two have gone through.

At the instant the split‑leg blocking motion is completed.

Li Kang astonishingly completed an emergency stop!

No change of direction.

A light chip with the left foot!

The ball lightly leapt over Courtois's head.

The greenish gloves weakly struggled in mid‑air.

The falling arc left Terry regretting deeply.

When Chelsea's net was lifted, the whole Stamford Bridge stadium trembled slightly.

0:1!

!

"Beautiful!"

"This ball went in!"

"A breakaway chip shot broke the net!"

"Li Kang!"

"The one who shattered Stamford Bridge's Gunners commander!"

He broke the deadlock on the field!

Unbelievable explosive speed.

Chelsea's three-center-back system, in the face of a domineering impact, appeared so fragile!

This goal fully demonstrated his explosive power, physical confrontation, awareness, big heart, and finishing ability!

Bellerin assisted, Li Kang scored on a solo break, helping Arsenal take the lead!

Tonight, is Courtois going to say goodbye to this season's Premier League Golden Glove?

Live broadcast room.

The big screen replayed an extraordinarily domineering solo break goal!

-【Li Mingdeng is awesome.】

-【Torres possessed? This start was too fierce!】

-【I'll explain: after Fabregas sent a counter-attack long pass, Chelsea as a whole entered a state of defending then attacking, including Kanté also lunging forward, preparing to act as a second-point defensive shield for the attack, but Batshuayi is not Diego Costa, unable to complete a trap and turn under Christensen's interference, Bellerin's kick was misplaced, giving too much lead, Terry thought there was no problem, gesturing with his hand for teammates not to come over... but I didn't expect Li Kang's start speed to be so monstrous!】

-【After Messi, Courtois has encountered another nemesis: Li Mingdeng.】

-【His repair skills are too good; whether it's Hiddink's broken tricycle or Conte's double-decker bus, he can fix it.】

-【Guys, don't panic; Li Mingdeng just seized the gap when Chelsea switched to attack, he cannot defeat Conte's three-center-back system tactically! It's only one goal behind, Chelsea will soon equalize!】

-【That's right, Conte is not the kind of clueless coach who just stands there like a wooden chicken!】

Pitch side.

Conte stood there like a wooden chicken.

He rubbed his head with both hands.

In his view, the Chelsea players made no mistake.

Unexpected.

It must be an accident.

Bellerin's pass could not be considered an assist, Terry's handling was also fine; it was Li's performance that was too surprising.

There was no delay for too long.

Conte immediately turned and roared at the coaching staff.

"No adjustments are needed now."

"Li cannot possibly repeat this kind of impact... let Kanté not push too far forward in the counter-attack phase, and switch appropriately to a center-back position..."

The assistants were used to his 'changeable' nature.

They didn't dwell too much on Arsenal's goal, but quickly reviewed Arsenal's attacking and defensive shape shown from the start of the first half until now.

On the other side.

Wenger lowered his hand from the zipper, his face full of delight.

Boerde raised his arms and shouted.

"Boss, it's too wonderful."

"This goal came too suddenly; I didn't even have time to think of a way to celebrate!"

"Li actually managed to seize the opportunity at this moment! Unbelievable!"

"I suggest withdrawing Sanchez and bringing in Mustafi or Maguire, so Chelsea can also feel a low-block dense defense..."

Bench.

Maguire crossed his arms over his chest, his tone serious, as if analyzing a complex math problem: 'We might think Chelsea is hard to deal with, but Conte is also struggling right now to figure out how to equalize!'

Vrbek quickly chimed in: 'He's more worried about Li; for us, assisting Li is a simple matter.'

Mustafi pursed his lips: 'What you two are saying is nonsense.'

Torres's phantom did not fade away.

Instead, it emitted a faint glow.

Li Kang was a bit puzzled: 'Is it unwilling to leave?'

Teammates excitedly ran over.

"Li, this goal is too cool!"

"When you don't know how to handle the ball, passing to Li is never wrong!"

"You brat, aren't you trying to pass the ball to Terry?"

Stanford Bridge Stadium, at this moment already drowned in the cheers of Arsenal fans.

「Lee!

「！」

「Lee!

「！」

「eonyougunners!

「！」

Chelsea fans were somewhat dejected, like students quietly reading in a library.

Terry raised his hand to apologize to Courtois.

The latter easily forgave him.

Their relationship is very good.

Even the task of manning the wall, Courtois likes to assign it to Terry.

Fabregas bent over to adjust his shin guard, gazing at Li Kang's back, his expression complex.