Chapter 360: Dark Gold Props? (Daily Transition)
The match ended.
The life-and-death battle between the Gunners and the Bundesliga giants came to an end.
Arsenal advanced to the semifinals, overcoming their own demons and reaching the Champions League semifinals again after eight years.
Bayern Munich were eliminated, they are experiencing the growing pains of a new-old generation shift, the day of farewell is approaching, Lahm and Alonso will take off their jerseys and bid farewell to football; there is no banquet that never ends, parting is unavoidable, blessings to them!
Kimmich's eyes were red, Nuriel stood helplessly by the goalpost, Boateng buried his head deep in his knees... They need not feel ashamed for this loss; the Bundesliga giants, once they regain their vigor, still possess the power to stand atop Europe.
The Bayern Munich fans who had come from afar did not leave; they continued to cheer the players, accompanying the team through lows and glories as it grew!
Li Kang once again led the team into the Champions League semifinals, hoping the young genius midfielder could break through his shackles, no matter if the battlefield is the Bernabéu, Calderón, Turin... no matter who the opponent is!
Duan Xuan greatly missed his partner He Wei.
He had only prepared one manuscript; fortunately Arsenal won.
He twisted his index finger around the leg hair beneath his shorts.
Congratulations to Arsenal, blessings to Bayern Munich.
Paul's Bakery
At this moment it was packed with people.
Fans waved paper money, scrambling to shout: 'I want to eat Li's bread pie!'
Fans waved banknotes, scrambling: "I want to eat Li's bread pie!"
Located at 204 Brixham Street.
The walls were covered with classic photos of Arsenal from 1930 to 2000, and fans who hadn't managed to buy tickets gathered here.
The walls were covered with classic photos of Arsenal from 1930 to 2000, and fans who hadn't managed to buy tickets gathered here.
The air was filled with the frenzied scent of alcohol.
The air was filled with the frenzied scent of alcohol.
!
eonyougunners!
「eonyougunners！
Why don't we drink the beer endorsed by Li?
Forget it! Germany's old dark beer is too hard to drink at room temperature!
"Forget it! German old dark beer is too hard to drink at room temperature!"
Maguire pinched his own face, then put his arms around Koscielny's shoulders and shouted excitedly:
We've made it to the Champions League semifinals! The Champions League semifinals!
"We've advanced to the Champions League semi-finals! The Champions League semi-final!"
I'm only 24 this year! Last season I was still struggling in the Championship promotion playoffs!
What? You've been Arsenal's starting center-back for so many years... and you've never played in a Champions League semifinal?
Wenger gently brushed the straw off Li Kang's hair; the old man had many things he wanted to say... but couldn't get them out.
Welbeck let out a shout and hoisted Arsenal's number 10 onto his shoulders.
Staff members rushed forward, carrying the Arsenal hero toward the stands!
The fans instantly erupted.
Lee!
!
Lee!
!
Lee!
!
Morata tidied his hair, preparing to accept media interviews.
But he discovered that the reporters, like a surging school of fish, broke through the security guards' cordon.
The flashbulbs flickered wildly.
In the photo, Arsenal's number 10, hoisted high by the crowd, shone so brilliantly.
All of Europe's media were awaiting: the two-hundred-million-euro man would lead the Gunners to create club history!
That kid's legendary career is about to turn another important page.
Post-match press conference.
Ancelotti had adjusted his emotions.
Li broke the single-game tackle record in the five major leagues; I saw the shadow of an old friend in him.
In the second half he made 16 successful tackles; he's a monster, he's Arsenal's hero defending the home ground.
This wasn't just a Champions League quarterfinal; its quality rivaled that of a final. Li fit Wenger's football philosophy perfectly and brought it to the utmost!
"This isn't just a Champions League quarter-final; it's of final-quality! Li fits Wenger's football philosophy perfectly, and he's brought it to the utmost!"
The quality of the Champions League final?
The reporters did not suspect that the Bayern coach was making excuses, after all the opposing side had lifted the Champions League trophy three times.
The reporters didn't suspect the Bayern manager was making excuses, after all the opposing side had lifted the Champions League trophy three times.
Long and short guns were aimed at Arsenal's manager.
Mr. Wenger, which team would you most hope to meet in the Champions League semifinals? Can Arsenal create club European history? What originally made you decide to spend two hundred million to bring in Li?
"Mr. Wenger, which team would you most like to face in the Champions League semi-finals? Can Arsenal create the club's European history? What originally made you decide to spend two hundred million to bring in Li?"
Wen Ge's smile was gentle.
The list of the Champions League semi-finalists will be born tomorrow night, and Arsenal will respect any opponent.
Every match is part of history.
Do you need to make up your mind to sign Li? No need to make up your mind, because he is Li!
In the locker room.
Weierbeike went shirtless, pulling Zhang Bolun, Jibusi and a few little black eggs into a hot dance.
Makuier held up his phone for a video call with his mom.
Zaka tapped his phone screen, reporting the results to his old teammates at Bundesliga Mönchengladbach.
Kasuola held up a freshly made Arsenal No. 10 kids' jersey, intending to take it home and give it to his talented son.
Sangcesi wore a solemn expression, preparing to deliver a motivational chicken soup, but Woerkete pulled down his pants from behind.
A joyful atmosphere enveloped Arsenal.
Li Kang returned home, exhausted.
The Injury Immunity Module was repairing his bodily injuries, but could not restore his stamina to its original state.
Beikenbaoer's indomitable spirit flickered in and out.
Bairen's attacking firepower was too fierce, but fortunately the opposing main force only recovered and returned in the second leg.
Suddenly.
A mechanical, cold electronic synthesized sound rang in his mind.
【Ding! Congratulations on advancing to the 2016/17 season Champions League semi-finals!】
【Achievement log: Come on, great Gunners commander, see who can still block your Champions League path... if the opponent is a space battleship or an old lady, then forget I said this.】
【Congratulations on obtaining the achievement reward: Dark Gold Item Box!】
Legendary Item Box?
Could it be another bond item?
Li Kang hurriedly glanced at the prize pool.
【Crouch's green hat.】
【Xavi's mushroom.】
【Pirlo's red wine.】
【Walcott's children's reading material.】
【De Bruyne's cake.】
【Müller's poker.】
【Calhanoglu's carpet.】
【...】
Li Kang gazed at these chaotic miscellaneous item phantoms, having a bad premonition.
【Dark Gold Item Box is opening...】
【Congratulations on obtaining: Unused Titanium Alloy Underpants!】
【Titanium Alloy Underpants: When you step onto the pitch, it protects your weakest body part and immunizes that part against the physical load from any technical action.】
Immunize that part against the physical load from technical actions?
Could it be...
When making a powerful shot, you won't worry about pulling your balls, right?
Let's not mention Batistuta, who was plagued by injuries after retirement; a certain Premier League player, after unleashing a stunning long-range shot, had his balls torn apart!
The Titanium Alloy Underpants in Li Kang's hand vanished in an instant.
Fortunately, it has the prefix 'unused'.
If someone else had worn it, he would not want to wear it.
Shortly after.
He clung to the football, eager to arrive at the sandy football field in the backyard.
Peng!
With a bang, it vanished instantly into the night.
Li Kang staggered two steps, feeling his sore, swollen, numb thigh, but the crotch area felt no discomfort.
Never again will he worry about his 99-point lower-body strength pulling his balls!
Without continuing practice, he staggered away from the sand, partly because his thigh load hadn't recovered quickly, partly because he didn't want to disturb the neighbors at night.
From the second floor of the neighboring red-brick villa, Morata's upper half protruded.
He looked at the nanny grandma with a dazed face: 'Just now there was thunder?'
End of Chapter
