Chapter 340: Striding Meteor (Everyday Transition)

Many head coaches mocked by fans as the 'Leash Dog Crown' have a deep understanding of set-piece tactics.

For example, Enrique made Barcelona's set pieces no longer limited to ground combinations.

For example, Zidane developed Real Madrid's set-piece tactics to the extreme.

Yet Conte, a coach who leads tactical trends, is not strong in set-piece tactics.

When he coached the Italy national team, he had a good assistant, Gianni Pio, who was a set-piece master... Unfortunately, he was unwilling to follow Conte to Chelsea and instead returned to work as a bank teller.

"Crazy Conte for ninety minutes, now he appears very calm."

"In injury time, only one and a half minutes remain."

"Can Chelsea seize the last chance to score a winner?"

The atmosphere at Stamford Bridge reached its peak.

Young fans sang the team anthem.

Elderly fans held their breath.

Cech calmly directed his teammates' positioning.

Arsenal's front line only had Welbeck left, with both Morata and Giroud, the two aerial threats, withdrawing to the edge of the penalty area.

Koscielny and Diego Costa were competing covertly.

At the free-kick spot, William raised his right hand high and began his run-up...

This Samba winger continued the terrifying free-kick threat from last season, once dubbed the 'William Area' by fans, but since his mother passed away last October, it's hard to see a smile on his face.

Beep!

The referee blew his whistle.

William began his run-up.

Smack!

His right foot heavily struck the bottom of the ball.

The match had only one minute left.

William's idol is Ronaldinho; he imitates not only the cow-tail dribble but also the elusive, devilish curve!

Above Stamford Bridge, the ball's trajectory floated unpredictably yet did not lose speed.

All of Chelsea's attacking forces frenziedly charged toward the opponent's penalty area.

Arsenal's players could not predict where the ball would be headed.

Li Kang stared at Nesta's phantom's frenzied howl, the shadow in his mind spreading wildly, time seeming to slow down several times...

Bullet Time.

The Gunner Legend Module finally activated at this moment.

All dynamic information in the God's perspective suddenly froze in an instant.

All the noise beside his ears instantly dissipated.

Immediately after.

Whatever he saw, he saw a vast white emptiness.

The falling area.

It's the back post!

The river of time flowed again.

Diego Costa shoved Koscielny aside, preparing to jump.

A terrifying force of equal strength made him have to slow down...

Immediately after.

In everyone's sight.

The ball was headed out by Arsenal's number 10.

Chelsea's highly threatening attack came to an abrupt halt.

At Stamford Bridge, the Chelsea fans' singing... suddenly turned into astonishment.

"Unbelievable."

"Li Kang's defensive positioning is just like Muller's attacking runs—always so unexpected!"

"His judgment of the landing spot is too accurate."

William looked bewildered.

Originally calm, Conte slammed the water bottle to the ground and returned to his frenzy.

The ball happened to fall at Cazorla's feet.

The 33-year-old master of balance, using his last ounce of strength under Mikel's interference, sent out a grounded long pass!

The Arsenal blew the horn of counterattack.

Chelsea players quickly retreated, but could not catch up to that extremely penetrating ground shot.

Near the midfield circle.

Welbeck slightly withdrew, showing an eager-to-try expression.

As the ball was about to roll to his feet, he slowed its speed.

His dark, long legs gave a powerful push.

He began to accelerate!

His posture was agile.

Striding Meteor.

Arsenal fans fell into celebration!

Only forty seconds of injury time remain!

「Teli can't come back! 」

「It's fine, Qie'erxi's backline still has Makeisi and Kaxi'er! 」

Weierbeike does not think.

The sprinting path leans more toward Makeisi's side.

Persimmons, you gotta pick the soft ones to squeeze!

For the breakthrough path, you must mark the weakest opponent!

Qie'erxi's defense is weakest right now; how could they stop me!

Let me become the one who seals the victory!

At the same time.

In Li Kang's vision, the phantom of Liwupu's number 9 emitted strong emotion.

At the moment his feet touched the ground, he seemed to possess inexhaustible strength.

Tuoleisi.

Peak activated.

Qie'erxi's half-field forty-meter zone.

Weierbeike regretted.

He discovered that Makeisi really couldn't be considered a soft eggplant.

The full-back produced by Imperial Horse's youth academy has terrifying turning speed.

Gradually.

Asenna's little black egg forward was pressed to the flank by the opponent!

Makeisi wore a triumphant expression: 'Black people's brains, indeed just as Bico said...'

Weierbeike exerted all his strength, yet still couldn't shake off the opponent; the Qie'erxi defender behind him immediately approached.

Reduce speed.

He glanced with his peripheral vision.

【Li! Help me!】

Smack!

The little black egg heavily lofted the ball diagonally backward.

It seemed as if they were telepathically connected.

Asenna's number 10 rushed forward, took possession and surged ahead!

Different from before.

The Tuoleisi module is very enduring this time!

「Nice pass! 」

「Weierbeike drew the defense, his teammate came up to support, creating an instant of attacking width; the timing of the pass was just right! 」

「Li Kang! 」

The commentator's tone was very excited.

The Arsenal fans' hearts were hanging in suspense.

William and a large group of defenders pursued relentlessly, they were only two or three body lengths behind Li Kang!

Kaxi'er intercepted head-on.

Makeisi also quickly retreated, forming a second line of defense.

Kongdi crazy roar filial!

Cannot let Li rush past!

By the field.

Wenger prayed that his disciples wouldn't get hurt in the double-team.

Boerde's heart was ashen: How the hell could he get past? The opponent is Kaxi'er after all!

Tuoleisi's phantom drifted away with the wind.

Red-black Milan's number 22 phantom frenetically condensed.

In Li Kang's vision, the optimal breakthrough path naturally emerged.

At the instant his left foot touched the ball again.

Stride lengthened.

Kaxi'er's mind was in turmoil: He hasn't marked a tall dribbling master in a long time... wrong, in football history only one tall dribbling king has ever been born!

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

The distance between Asenna's number 10 and Qie'erxi's number 24 grew closer.

Under Kaxi'er and Li Kang's large stride of this explosive speed, they got lost.

Pause?

Change direction?

Second acceleration?

Pass?

He hesitated.

Hesitation leads to defeat.

He knew that no matter what defensive stance he took, the opponent would always seize the initiative!

In a sense, that tall dribbling master in football history... had broken free from the realm of the essence of dribbling, which is a battle of balance.

Amidst waves of exclamations.

Li Kang flicked the ball and changed direction to shake off Cahill.

His speed did not slow in the slightest.

Giant strides, like a shooting star.

A dribbling speed that makes the blood boil!

A fierce sprint!

A defender's nightmare.

The second barrier, Marcos' nightmare.

Real Madrid youth academy's outstanding graduate could not possibly predict Li Kang's breakthrough path; he strained to adjust his position, but could only watch helplessly as Arsenal's number 10 shot past...

"When did he predict his charging route?"

Thirty meters.

Twenty-five meters.

Twenty meters.

Irresistible momentum!

In injury time, only the last twenty-four seconds remained!

Courtois's face was grim.

Conte's stare was dazed.

The commentator was stunned, and a phrase naturally surfaced in his mind: "A lone white horse rides between the mountains; wails then split the rivers; charging forward collapses the hills."

At the top of the arc of Chelsea's penalty area.

Everyone's gaze once again focused on Li Kang and Courtois.

The breathtaking giant strides vanished in an instant.

Li Kang watched as the Chelsea goalkeeper switched to a K-shaped blocking stance, and he made a slight leg movement!

Chelsea's defending players rushed in pursuit!

Smack!

Not a shot.

But a pass to the arriving Welbeck!

"Fake shot, real pass!"

"Welbeck!"

The shooting environment for Arsenal's little black egg was excellent.

Human interference.

Even Courtois was deceived by Li, lunging toward the near corner!

An open goal!

Thud!

The ball lifted Chelsea's net.

1:2!

!

In injury time, only twelve seconds remained!

In an instant, all cameras trembled lightly amidst the Arsenal fans' cheers, like mountains collapsing and seas surging!

"A killer blow!"

"A killer blow at the final moment!"

"Arsenal killed the match!"

"Unbelievable!"

"Unfathomable!"

"Li Kang, with giant strides, charged alone into the dragon's pool, with the force of tearing apart rotten wood, breaking through the blue army's defense!"

"A lone white horse rides between the mountains; wails then split the rivers; charging forward collapses the hills!"

"A great long-distance raid!"

"A shocking visual impact!"

"A clear recognizability!"

"A legendary moment!"

"Time and space seemed to intersect at that moment!"

"Li Kang assisted, Welbeck blasted the ball into the net, and the two helped Arsenal take the lead again!"

"This match lost its final suspense!"

"The ownership of the Premier League championship also almost lost its suspense!"

Live broadcast room.

Bullet comments flew everywhere.

-【Milan fans, eyes wet! How could little Li's career start not be at San Siro?】

-【Holy cow, Li Mingdeng is awesome!】

-【The armory is too richly stocked!】

-【How to say? In football history, a second person standing 1.86 meters tall, like jade on the path, a peerless gentleman, has been born?】

-【Pay attention to the slow-motion replay; this ball-touch frequency, stride, sprint path, dribbling speed, rhythm changes... are off the charts!】

-【I thought the last-minute winner was Chelsea!】

-【The director again pulled the camera back to the origin of the counterattack; it was Li Mingdeng who disrupted William's set-piece! Only then did Arsenal get a chance to counterattack!】

-【Hey, Conte's three-center-back system is still awesome, but it was finally crushed at the last moment!】

-【Er lengzi still wanted to win too much; if the troops hadn't pushed forward at the last moment, how could Li Mingdeng have seized the opportunity?】

Welbeck didn't even bother to celebrate himself.

Instead, he excitedly embraced Li Kang.

"Li, you are the true hero of Arsenal!"

"Being able to be your golden partner is the most honorable thing in my career!"

Golden partner?

The dejected Courtois twitched the corner of his mouth, then got up angrily and kicked the goalpost; he could not tolerate being scored on by such a not-so-smart forward.

In Li Kang's vision, the phantom of Kaka revealed a smiling face.

The wind blew over the grass.

The red-and-black spirit vanished without a trace.

Perhaps.

The one who knows the Italian head coach best is still a Serie A legend.

The Serie A league that once advocated awareness and positioning for defense, and the suddenly appearing Kaka, was simply a nightmare for all defenders in the Apennines.

It can be called a dimensional strike.

Marcos collapsed onto the grass.

Cahill stood with hands on hips, a bewildered expression.

Conte calmed down again, his whole body trembling slightly.

He once said: "An unexpected goal is an insult to my tactics...

But at this moment, Chelsea's head coach keeps recalling Li Kang's run... feeling profound strength.

On the other side.

Boerde murmured: "Boss, I feel like I'm dreaming...

Wenger restrained his smile and sighed: "Conte's tactical system is enough for the entire Premier League coaching staff to study for one and a half seasons... Before the next season's winter transfer window, Guardiola might find the solution to beat Chelsea."

Behind them, the Arsenal bench.

The players had already fallen into the celebration of the last-minute winner.

Maguire put down his notebook and pen, turned excitedly toward the away stands, raising his hand to signal the Arsenal fans to make their cheers and applause even louder!

He also seriously studied Conte's variant three-center-back system from the bench throughout the match.

"Lee！

！"

"Lee！

！"

"Lee！

！"

Above Stamford Bridge Stadium, the name of the Arsenal hero floated in the air!

Chelsea bench.

Fabregas covered his face with a towel.

No one knows what the former Arsenal core is thinking right now.

VIP box.

Abu's expression was complex, a mix of joy and sorrow.

He didn't know whether his mood was more happy or more sad.

Was he sad that his beloved Chelsea lost?

He was happy that Li Kang created a legendary moment at Stamford Bridge again, except he wasn't wearing a blue jersey.

"In this lifetime, can I see Li wearing a Chelsea jersey?"

"Next season we have Champions League qualification..."

"No matter the cost, no matter the conditions, I will bring him back to Stamford Bridge!"

"Chelsea also conquered Li in this match!"

Beside her, Ms. Scara forced a smile.

Her current mood: just like when Ranieri got the list of signings Abu opened... Zidane, Carlos, Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, Nesta, Cannavaro...

How could financially balanced Arsenal let go of their two-hundred-million-euro star?

Impossible.

The arsenal no longer needs to sell its captain.

Ms. Scara had to change the subject: "The Spanish national team undergoing old‑new alternation might still be competitive in the World Cup."

Abu stared blankly.

He couldn't help but extend his fingers, counting how many Spanish players were on the field...

"Li, Morata, Cazorla, Diego Costa, Fabregas, Bellerin, Azpilicueta, Marcos, Monreal..."

"Arsenal and Chelsea, when did they become the reserve base of the Spanish national team?"

The match restarted from the centre circle.

Diego Costa kicked off, passing the ball back to Matic...

Beep! Beep-beep~

The referee immediately blew the whistle signalling the end of the match.

Chelsea 1:2 Arsenal!

Like dominoes: the veterans fell first... then came the young players...

The fiercely paced second half.

The Gunners and the Blues gave it their all.

The referee also couldn't help bending over, bracing his knees with both palms.

Welbeck, who had been on the pitch for less than ten minutes, hurried to the sideline, picked up a box of sports drinks and bananas, ran back onto the pitch, and excitedly rushed toward Li Kang.

Diego Costa brushed off the grass from his backside, took off his jersey, and draped it over Li Kang.

Seeing this, Xhaka also lost the urge to argue with Chelsea's dirty forwards.

The night wind fluttered the blue and red-and-white flags.

The centre of Stamford Bridge Stadium turned back into that quiet library.