Chapter 359: Sparkling Starry Sky (Daily Transition)

The fifteen-minute break ended quickly.

Both teams' players returned to the pitch.

Emirates Stadium resumed its clamor.

Arsenal fans, with their mighty voice, told the opponents: This is the Arsenal's turf.

In front of the TV.

Bayern fans in West Germany, nervous, prayed to God.

What about East German fans?

They don't believe in God.

In a sense, the Southern Star's fans in East Germany are "not many".

"CTV5! CTV5! Good evening, viewers, welcome back."

"We are now broadcasting the second leg of the 2016/17 UEFA Champions League quarter-finals."

"Arsenal hosting Bayern Munich in the second half match."

"The current score is 1:0."

"Ancelotti made the first substitution."

"Douglas Costa replaced Alonso."

"Their formation should switch to 4-1-4-1!"

"We've reached the point of no return!"

"Huh?"

"Arsenal's side made two consecutive substitutions!"

"Giroud replaced Sanchez!"

"Welbeck replaced Walcott!"

"Wenger's adjustment before the 70th minute? Very rare!"

Douglas Costa's nickname is "Gou Sheng".

A samba winger with super explosive power.

Super explosive point.

Stable lower body.

His footwork is delicate, once hailed as a low‑budget version of left‑footed Neymar.

But his crossing is poor, his right foot is useless, and he likes to overthink.

In his first season at Allianz Arena, he tied in the Bundesliga; as a result, in his second season he was thoroughly studied by all coaching staffs...

After Ancelotti took over Bayern, he, seeing the opportunity, turned this kid into a "false central midfielder", continuing to tie in the Bundesliga... but after Ribéry recovered his health, Costa lost his place in the 4-3-3 starting lineup.

This guy's agent actually demanded a huge salary increase from Bayern.

The club already had the idea of selling him.

After all, the team still has a young winger prodigy, Coman.

With the referee's whistle.

The second half began.

Arsenal possession.

Giroud kicked the ball back to Li Kang.

As Bayern players pressed forward, the red line of God's perspective spread wildly.

The ball moved quickly across the pitch.

It finally came to rest at Maguire's feet.

"There are many receiving options around Maguire."

"Cazorla dropped back to receive the ball, but Maguire didn't pass."

"Schweinsteiger is also asking for the ball... hurry up and pass!"

"Oh! It was passed to Li Kang!"

Cech couldn't help but want to spray Maguire in the face.

He almost had the ball stolen by Lai Wan!

Li Kang touched the ball once and made a diagonal pass to Cazorla.

Muller couldn't budge from the flank no matter how he tried.

The "two‑hundred‑million‑dollar man"'s simple move easily broke Bayern's pressing net.

The two‑footed balance master, after receiving the ball, turned with a small burst of speed and easily broke through Bayern's midfield line.

"The central zone between Bayern's two lines has been taken over by Arsenal's attackers!"

"Kimmich alone can't be stopped!"

"Lahm cut in from the flank, switching to defensive midfielder..."

"Oh dear, Cazorla's timing for the pass was perfect—he was just waiting for Lahm to help the youngster clean up!"

Morata suddenly surged, occupying the flank space left by Lahm's inward cut.

The person arrived.

Cazorla's pass also arrived.

Arsenal fans were ecstatic!

Aside from shooting with his feet, Morata's other abilities are very reassuring.

Hummels' supplemental defense couldn't keep up; Arsenal widened the play, with too many attacking points.

It's not his style.

It's because Bayern's midfield thickness at this moment has been torn apart, allowing Arsenal's forwards to face Bayern's center backs directly.

Where is the problem?

Kimmich in his youth.

His passing and game-reading are excellent, but he lacks sufficient awareness to protect his own defensive line.

"Too brave!"

"Morata ate Hummels raw!"

"Use your own strengths to strike the opponent's weaknesses!"

"Apart from explosive speed, Bayern's center backs are perfect!"

Hummels made a birthday wish last year: he hoped the FIFA 2018 game would adjust his speed attribute to above 70... In previous years, the game company actually put his speed on par with Giroud the flop!

At this moment, he couldn't even grab the corner of Morata's shirt.

He glanced with his peripheral vision.

Even Giroud the flop actually ran up!

Arsenal's attacking force seemed to open a bloody maw, about to devour Bayern's penalty area!

"Bayern is in danger!"

"Cazorla makes a forward run, Welbeck makes a backward run!"

"Giroud ran to the top of the penalty area arc, waiting for the ball!"

"Morata has too many options!"

"Wenger's opening attack is unrivaled in Europe!"

Off camera.

Monreal and Bellerin were also making forward runs at high speed.

Always ready to switch to a second attack as a receiving point.

At the same time.

Li Kang also came flying from the central lane, with four Bayern central midfielders trailing behind him.

Too simple.

Ancelotti had no one available, so he let young Kimmich play as a lone defensive midfielder, practically handing over the central battlefield.

Bayern fans' hearts were tightly gripped.

Morata swept the ball across to the penalty area.

Cazorla shot without stopping the ball!

The ball was like a dagger, stabbing toward the lower right corner of Bayern's goal.

Neuer's anticipation was accurate, he lunged down fiercely.

Smack!

The orange-red glove blocked the ball!

"Godly save!"

"Oh no, I let it go!"

"Welbeck follows up with a shot!"

"Boateng clears with a big kick!"

The two black eggs' long legs simultaneously touched the ball.

With a smack.

The ball broke free of their control, floating weakly out of the penalty area.

Kimmich has excellent vision; he won't let Arsenal have a second-chance ability, quickly rushing to the landing point and stopping the ball.

Wenger shook his head helplessly.

Ancelotti's eyebrow on one side slightly furrowed.

Everyone thought Arsenal had lost their attacking opportunity, just as Bayern was about to counterattack...

A shocking scene occurred: Kimmich was dispossessed.

Young Kimmich also has a second flaw: his ability to dribble past defenders while in possession is mediocre, far worse than 36-year-old Alonso.

In lateral comparison, he actually far exceeds the average level of his peers.

But he now bears the weight of a Bundesliga giant.

The young Bayern midfielder, watching Arsenal's No. 10 recede further and further, felt despair...

"An unreasonable interception!"

"Too domineering!"

"Li Kang forcibly created a second-chance opportunity!"

"Dribbling laterally, charge into the penalty area!"

"Oh no, this time I can't get past Boateng head-on, and Hummels also came over to help defend!"

"Beautiful! A back-heel pass! So imaginative!"

"Giroud's shooting environment is great!"

"We've got this ball!"

Thud!

"Old Yellow Cow Giroud" at that time was called a "big flop".

But he can always hit the fans' faces with a divine ball!

Right foot jerked!

The ball flew straight into the top corner!

Nuoyiner exerted all his strength, but it was to no avail.

Bayern Munich's net was lifted high again.

2-0!

!

The Bundesliga giants were completely dazed!

「Heavenly King, Earth‑Shaking Tiger! 」

「Only I am the great Giroud! 」

「No problem! 」

「A face‑slapping striker! 」

「Arsenal have extended their lead! 」

「They are only one step away from the Champions League semi‑finals! 」

「Their advance flows like clouds and water, their opening attack deployment is invincible! 」

「Li Kang's second‑point interception assisted a brace! 」

「Giroud's divine ball, a world‑class wave! 」

「With Arsenal like this, how could they not deserve a Champions League semi‑final spot! 」

Giroud fiercely hugged Li Kang, spun around, then rushed toward the Arsenal bench!

Since joining Arsenal,

He has been constantly criticized by legendary veterans; even Henry publicly said, 'Giroud isn't good enough—Arsenal still needs to sign a top striker.'

But Wenger has always encouraged him, trusted him.

Like an old ox working diligently, constantly ploughing, he finally reaped the fruit of the crucial Champions League match.

He hadn't run a few steps.

Giroud was stunned, then turned and pulled Li Kang...

Ancelotti was conflicted.

He's very good at 'pairing food with dishes', but his favorite Thiago and Alonso can't play...

Looking at a pile of high‑end side dishes on the pitch, yet helplessly lacking top‑grade ingredients.

What about Martinez?

If he were brought on, Bayern, in dire straits, would see its deep attacking ability greatly weakened.

「Bayern lacks a Li. 」

Emirates Stadium turned into a sea of red and white joy.

The Gunner Dragon's arms rose and fell continuously, swelling the home crowd's might!

Arsenal double‑killed the Bundesliga giants!

No one could have predicted this result at the initial draw!

Play restarted from the midfield circle.

Li Kang tidied his messed‑up hair and shorts.

The system prompt sounded softly.

【Gate Prosper Totem's affinity with you has reached max again! Its form has changed...】

Accompanied by a young neigh.

The phantom of a little colt suddenly appeared.

It happily circled around Li Kang twice, its size shrinking.

Li Kang was stunned.

When people's Pokémon evolve, don't they always get bigger?

Proud emotion spread wildly; the phantom of the red‑black number 13 struggled forth.

The thoughts of one person and one soul no longer gave rise to conflict.

Behind Li Kang stood a defensive line capable of upholding the barrier concept of Milan's soul.

The upcoming match.

Bayern Munich, pushed to the brink, launched a desperate all‑out effort.

Young Kimmich also showed talent in attack.

Ancelotti's Bayern's attacking scheme is simpler than Heynckes' or Guardiola's.

Attacking numbers were concentrated on Arsenal's flanks.

Creating depth.

Carrying out continuous suppression.

「A fight‑to‑the‑death tactic! 」

「Kimmich focused attacking resources on Lahm! 」

「Even Boateng became a pressing centre‑forward! 」

「The cross from the flank. 」

「The aerial duel in the penalty area! 」

「The outer circle's second‑point rotating attack! 」

」

A fierce offensive like a violent storm!

Bayern must score four goals in the remaining time to advance!

It's Li Kang again, a brilliant clearance!

A god descends to the mortal world!

In his youth, Kimmich had a third flaw: his tendency to pass the ball was too obvious, and his body orientation was too obvious.

This flaw has existed since Li Kang represented Lewokusen in challenging Bayern Munich.

Gradually.

The young Bayern midfielder's gaze shifted from firm to doubtful... and then to confusion.

He felt the distance between himself and Li Kang growing ever more distant.

Time flew by swiftly.

Li Kang repeatedly severed Bayern's attacking connections.

Sweat soaked the jersey stained with grass and dirt.

The shadow in his mind spread wildly.

From God's perspective, red lines crisscrossed densely.

The little foal frolicked about.

Nesta's phantom stood proudly.

The Bundesliga giant tottered on the brink of collapse, the force of its punches gradually weakening.

Arsenal's number 10's movement on the pitch.

Tugging at the heartstrings of all Arsenal fans.

A thousand words ultimately became the name on the back of the jersey.

The mighty roar of tens of thousands enveloped the entire Emirates Stadium.

Finally.

Beep! Beep-beep~

At the moment the final whistle blew.

Wenger's leather shoes stepped onto the pitch, his red tie fluttering, followed by a group of assistant coaches, substitute players, team doctors, and logistics staff...

After eight years, Arsenal advanced to the Champions League semifinals again!

The Bundesliga giant collapsed with a crash.

The little foal was exhausted, its phantom gradually blurred.

Li Kang and the red-and-black spirit collapsed simultaneously onto the grass.

Tonight in North London, the starry sky was brilliant.