Chapter 356: Is the Suave Bro Module Useful? (Daily Transition)

Morata is a bit embarrassed.

Should we pretend to have a cramp?

I've done this kind of thing before when I was at Juventus...

Pa—pa—pa!

Wenger led the applause.

Nearby fans quickly reacted, giving warm cheers for Morata's 'let the ball turn, sprint, and receive again'.

At Emirates Stadium, applause surged like a tide.

Even though they didn't score, the Gunners' brilliant counterattack is worth praising.

The Spanish striker shuddered, and the hand that was ready to cover his leg instead tidied his hair.

They almost let Arsenal widen their qualification advantage.

Hummels looked apologetically at Noah: 'No way, Bayern are down two goals on aggregate, the defense is pushed too deep, Boateng has joined the attack and can't get back quickly... I didn't expect Arsenal to pull off such a beautiful counterattack combination.'

Caught off guard.

Noah took the football tossed by the ball boy, still eager.

Fortunately, the one taking the goal kick wasn't Li.

On the sidelines.

Ancelotti raised his hand to glance at his watch.

The assistant coach beside him said, 'We're too focused on Li, overlooking the strengths of other Arsenal players.'

Bayern's head coach nodded expressionlessly: 'Hmm, especially that centre-back named Maguire, he hasn't played many games for Arsenal this season, our sample size is small, but his ball-playing ability is genuinely surprising.'

"A perfect heavy centre-back! Keep a close eye on him!"

"He has top-tier long-pass distribution ability!"

A few minutes later.

Li Kang successfully intercepted in his own half, and facing Bayern's pressing, he played to Maguire, who had better space to distribute.

Ma Daitou lifted his right foot again.

Thud!

The ball thudded heavily into Kimmich's face in the forty-meter area...

He painfully rubbed his reddened cheek.

Ancelotti: '...'

"Oh no, Maguire's distribution isn't stable enough."

"He passed the ball to the opponent."

"Kimmich seems fine; it's still Bayern's attack!"

Alonso is old, but his reactions are still quick.

He was closer to the ball, gaining control before Cazorla.

The two had built a deep friendship in the national team long ago, understand each other's offensive and defensive habits, and enjoy trading barbs in interviews.

Turn and shake off!

He then passed to the advancing Lahm.

Alonso immediately stepped back two steps.

A great environment for receiving and passing emerged again.

"I thought Lahm would surge forward to join Robben and Müller in a right-wing attacking unit, but instead he passed the ball back to Alonso!"

"A wide-range switch!"

"The pinnacle of long-pass technique! Outswing Curve!"

"The artist with the greatest passing radius in today's football, Alonso!"

"Left flank."

"Ribéry!"

Wenger gazed at the low-arcing, extremely fast outswing curve in the air.

I couldn't help but recall the 19-year-old Alonso, as a young midfield core who could take a relegation-threatened team to second in La Liga and then fight in the Champions League knockout stage the following year.

Arsenal inquired about the price. It turned out too expensive...

In the early 21st century, Liverpool spent ten million pounds to bring Alonso to Anfield.

The rest of the story is well known:

The male protagonist of Istanbul.

A key part of the Mu-style Galaxy Battleship's counterattack.

A Bayern legend who refreshed multiple records in the big five leagues.

The Bullfighter Dynasty could dismantle the 'Habubu' man.

He gathered his thoughts.

Wenger hoped Li Kang's future career would be as fulfilling as Alonso's...

There were setbacks, but glory prevailed.

The outswing curve is very fast, ideal for launching wing attacks.

Especially the momentum during its descent precisely struck Arsenal, who were preparing to launch a transition attack but hadn't had time to reorganize their defensive shape in the back.

Ribéry actually stopped the ball with his shoulder, setting up Alaba's overlapping forward run.

Bellerín, strong in attack but weak in defense, is under great pressure.

He got blown past again.

The long passes of midfield masters throughout history each have their own characteristics.

Alonso's long pass characteristic is: fast!

Not only fast, the momentum is also very strong,

You let the Vietnamese player come to receive it, it's very hard to catch!

Ribery's ball‑control technique is too rich; he can stop the ball with his back, shoulders, heel... many body parts.

In the first leg, Coman, who played this position, couldn't do this, indirectly causing Alonso's diagonal long passes to be fewer in that match.

See how Alaba handles it!

Maguire felt a little embarrassed.

Because of his own mistake, the opponent seized an opening.

He prepared to challenge Alaba, but after glancing at Cech's hand signal, he immediately retreated to the edge of the penalty area and continued to mark Lai Wan.

Alaba is a protégé personally taught by Robben and Ribery; looking back at the famous scene from Bayern's ten‑in‑a‑row championship celebration where he chased teammates spraying beer... his balance game has become extremely terrifying.

In the first leg, he didn't like passing to Coman.

Now his left‑flank partner is Ribery, a master‑apprentice bond forged by getting beaten up in training.

Alaba cuts inside!

A through ball between the legs!

By this time Ribery has already made a run into the box!

The speed is too fast!

Cech, be careful!

Just one Ribery, and Bayern's left‑wing attack is boosted by two levels?!

He didn't take a shot himself!

He chipped it to Robben on the right side of the box!

Wow!

The Robben‑Ribery duo reappears on the Champions League stage!

Robben isn't only good at cutting in.

That first‑time volley without trapping is comparable to Van Persie's.

Koscielny had no time to cover; he stepped back two steps, retreated to the goal line, blocked the near post... that's the limit of what he could do: helping Cech, who didn't have time to shift from the far post to the near post.

Thud!

Robben fires a volley!

The ball screamed toward the center of the goal!

Koscielny tried to block with his head, but it was too late.

In the critical moment.

Cech performed steadily, continuing his reputation as Robben's nemesis.

Either you crush me, or I shut you down.

His platinum‑colored gloves punched the ball away!

The ball bounced on the turf!

"Robben hit it too hard; Cech couldn't handle it."

"The shot was powerful; Cech fumbled it!"

"The danger hasn't been cleared!"

"Lai Wan!"

"Follow‑up shot!"

Can't get to it.

Lai Wan realized he couldn't get past Arsenal's big‑headed centre‑back.

He didn't know the opponent's weight, but from the front they completely blocked his path to the ball.

This guy is too crafty.

"That was close!"

"Maguire cleared the ball with a big kick!"

"The clearance didn't go far... but luckily it landed at Monreal's feet!"

"Can Arsenal launch another beautiful counter‑attack?"

Muller and Li Kang were at the top of the penalty arc.

The moment possession changed.

Both turned and ran back at the same time.

As they ran.

The actively defending Muller noticed something odd: why is this Li kid slowing down? I can't read his movement; when counter‑attacking, why does he have to make such a strange body lean?

Nobody knows.

At this moment, a silhouette with a big combed‑back hairstyle appeared in Li Kang's vision.

Red Devil No. 9.

Berbatov.

Also known as: Suave Bro.