Chapter 348: Bayern's Counterattack (Daily Transition)

Boateng was a little down.

He was a bit puzzled: How did Li get so strong this season?

Every time after facing him, his value would drop a little...

Benatia got up, painfully rubbing his shoulder, and seeing the referee pull out a yellow card, he immediately rushed forward to protest, feeling wronged.

Nuoyiner stood there, still savoring that weird S-curve.

They didn't quite understand.

How come every time Li meets himself, it's like he took Viagra?

Arsenal didn't celebrate for long.

Li Kang still had to hurry to the bench to change his jersey.

The officials wouldn't let him celebrate like Fran did back then, ending up shirtless and unable to put on his jersey, forcing him to continue the match bare-chested.

Arsenal's coaching staff took turns going forward to hug the goal scorer.

Hearts surged.

Clearly being pressed by Bayern, yet Li alone turned the tide!

Young Xhaka also came forward, curiously asking: "Li, how do you kick this S-curve... any tips?"

Li Kang: "..."

He couldn't help but check the module's prefix again: 【Zhaka "S-curve shot" module.】

On the other side.

Ancelotti's expression was calm as an ancient well.

He gestured: indicating the disciples should play fine, keep the layered feel of high pressing!

Adjust?

Kicked off and played fifteen minutes...

Such high-speed rushes, Li can't do many of them!

In the Bayern coach's eye... Morata's assist full of imagination, Li's S-curve long shot, luck plays too big a part!

VIP box.

Beckenbauer struggled to suppress the strong urge to applaud and praise.

He lifted his gold-rimmed glasses, feigning difficulty: "If Li joins Bayern, Bayern Munich could once again dominate football!"

The German football emperor could never be as unrestrained as Cruyff.

The group of German legends all nodded in agreement: "Although Li isn't German, he's a genius who went from the Bundesliga to the world..."

Kahn's thoughts drifted, murmuring: "If Li joins Bayern, even a dog tied to the bench could win the championship."

The game restarted at midfield.

Laiwan kicked off and passed back to Alonso.

He was originally quite confident, even betting with friends before the match on how many goals he'd score against Arsenal, but that English big guy's defensive ability in positional play was too abnormal, as if they had specially studied his range of movement...

Arsenal's front‑line players' confidence doubled with each goal; in their eyes, the overwhelming Bundesliga giant was no longer frightening.

Morata, Sanchez and the others immediately surged forward with killing intent, crossing midfield to launch a press.

At 36, Alonso's physique had declined, but his ability to shake off defenders and resist pressure remained top‑tier.

"A slick pass! Shaken off Morata!"

"Vision wide open, still going left!"

"Alaba!"

Alaba's days this season have been comfortable.

Guardiola left, and he now had plenty of time to play games, sing, box, bake...

He really liked Ancelotti—not only were there fewer team rules, but the attacking freedom given up front was also huge.

The most important point: he no longer needed to switch from an inward cut to a defensive midfielder as before, nor did he have to frequently play as a centre‑back.

Even thinking that if Ancelotti were to switch clubs, it would be best to bring him along.

"Alaba's condition today is not bad."

"Two people can't even stop him!"

"Even two people can't stop him..."

"Coman overlaps!"

"Thiago wants the ball, Alaba didn't pass."

Alaba flew down the left flank.

Facing the interceptions of Walcott and Cazorla.

He slightly eased his pace.

Suddenly a little acceleration, and he easily broke through their double‑team!

Applause thundered.

Bayern fans were overjoyed: the rising star! Young Alaba... is the future of the Allianz Arena!

"A clean getaway!"

"Pure explosive speed!"

"The forward‑leaning running motion is too beautiful!"

"Bayern fans needn't worry about the team's advancing problems at all."

In the blink of an eye.

The super‑talent Alaba drove the ball past the thirty‑meter mark.

This is the area where Ancelotti has given the most freedom.

Arsenal's defense quickly contracted.

Alaba ignored Koman making a run into the flank; he simply had no desire to repeat a "Ribéry-style pass-and-cut."

In his mind, the only person who could make him a supporting attacker on the left flank was Ribéry.

Koman is nowhere near as good as he is.

A sudden stop.

Adjustment.

A wide-ranging shift!

"Beautiful!"

"Although Alaba is a full-back, his ball distribution speed is faster than all of Bayern's midfielders right now!"

"Youth is just great!"

"His transfer pass inexplicably evokes: explosive power, flat and fast!"

"Right flank!"

"Robben!"

Live broadcast room.

-【Liu Xing is awesome, playing as a full-back is too flashy.】

-【Xia Donghai, aren't you going to manage him?】

-【It's not in vain that Robben usually treats Alaba, his little brother, so well!】

-【Here it comes, Robben time!】

-【The Little Flying Hero's prelude to tearing through Arsenal's entire back line!】

-【What Little Flying Hero, that's Old Robben!】

Robben easily brought the ball under control.

The solo wing performance began!

As long as he has space to accelerate, the Little Flying Hero needs no support.

Monreal can't stop him.

At the moment he stretched his foot to tackle, Robben's sudden stop and change of direction devoured him!

"Too simple!"

"The world's second-most terrifying step frequency!"

"A classic moment—he... is going to cut inside!"

Bayern fans were beside themselves with excitement.

Ancelotti's expression showed a hint of joy.

German legends also clenched their fists.

Wenger and Arsenal's coaching staff had no solution... or rather, no coaching team in Europe could do anything!

Everyone in the world knows Robben will cut inside, yet they just can't stop him!

Robben, with his strange running style, tore through Arsenal's right flank!

Lateral dribble!

Start cutting inside!

Koscielny tried to block him head-on!

Maguire and Zakaria quickly provided cover.

The three converged.

It was useless.

Couldn't be stopped.

Bayern's old flying winger, easing his pace, left foot→left foot→still left foot, three consecutive touches! He opened up the shooting angle!

"Shot!"

"This one's got it!"

"Thud!"

The ball left Robben's left foot.

It arced high over the Arsenal penalty area!

It curled into the far corner!

Cech exerted himself fully, launching himself in a dive, his platinum gloves... grazing the ball!

"Clang!"

The ball bounced off the post!

Bellerin rushed in, and before anyone could follow up on the rebound, he lifted his foot and cleared the ball with force!

"Oh no!"

"That ball didn't go in! What a shame!"

"Robben has already done very well!"

"After many years, the Champions League stage once again saw his love‑hate battle with Cech!"

"Let's look at the replay again! Oh! Cech's fingertip brushed the ball... Bellerin's speed is quick!"

"Bayern Munich's attacking throw‑in!"

Live broadcast room.

Bullet comments flew everywhere.

-【Why didn't this go in? Weren't they saying Luoben's cut-in is unstoppable for anyone?】

-【Qie He is different; his duel with Luoben is strange—either he overwhelms him, or he shuts him down.】

-【Ah, if Mu Le were on the field, a quick follow-up shot would have gone in!】

-【Bayern's strength is strong; I think they can equalize in the first half.】

Bei Lai Lin possesses a heart that initiates counterattacks.

Even if it's just to clear the ball, they must pass to Li Kang's spot!

Unfortunately the situation was too urgent; the ball was kicked high and far, its trajectory erratic, barely flying out of bounds during its descent... Even though Li Kang had God's perspective, he almost collided with the camera.

Luoben glumly rubbed his own 'Mediterranean', then smiled and gave Qie He a thumbs-up.

Qie He also smiled at his old teammate.

Li Kang got up, and in his field of vision a bald silhouette struggled out.