Chapter 389: FA Cup Champion (Daily Transition)

That night.

Li Kang returned home, his phone notification bar filled with various congratulatory messages.

After replying to Brandt, Havertz, and several old gentlemen, he took another shower.

Although he had already showered in the stadium locker room, on the way back he was sprayed in the face with champagne again.

After showering, he also prepared to play a few months' new release, the big hit 'Link Saves Wife Chronicle · Nineteen', which he heard had high ratings.

He suddenly remembered something.

He picked up his phone and saw several emails lying in his inbox.

First was Atlético Madrid manager Simeone, who said he wanted to turn the bedsheet legion's tactical style into beautiful attacking football; Barcelona were very interested in Griezmann, and Atlético might again, like a few years ago, sell everyone and rebuild the system.

He also attached a draft diagram: a withdrawn forward + an advancing forward + a number nine and a half.

The old gangster from the Pampas said he had confidence in building a super front line.

At the end of the email he also attached a bunch of chicken soup for the soul.

Next was Guardiola, who said he had been deeply researching 'What is an inverted full-back' and had achieved some results; the draft diagram was filled with dense lines and text, and he indicated he had found a second choice: Valencia youngster Cancelo.

But the biggest problem is that the inverted full-back would compress the attacking space of the wing midfielders and forwards.

This is a problem that cannot be solved by position swapping or positional vagueness.

At the end of the email he also threw out a few philosophical questions.

Then came Tuchel; this guy didn't talk about tactics at all.

He merely said he would become the head coach of an English Premier League club next season.

Finally was Dino.

Inside it said that Lewokusen ranked fourth in the Bundesliga this season.

He had been invited by Tuchel and would become a member of the coaching staff of some English Premier League club next season.

He also used an exclamation mark to indicate he strongly refused Bayern's invitation.

As for Tuopu Laotou, the super coach nicknamed 'Turning Decay into Miracle', he is going to coach a certain national team.

He hasn't had time to reply yet.

The system notification sounded softly.

The tone was icy yet gentle, not harsh.

【Ding, the Premier League season settlement is complete.】

【Congratulations on unlocking the 'Undefeated Gold Cup' achievement.】

【Achievement description: The horn of charge sounds, the great Arsenal dynasty opens its curtain! Forward! Gunners! Even if the road ahead is full of thorns!】

【Achievement reward: Legendary module enhancement item!】

【Legendary module enhancement item: a one-time upgrade module that can greatly raise the trigger conditions for 'Legendary' modules.】

A flash of golden light.

Li Kang now had an extra golden small hammer in his hand.

There was little room for choice.

He only possessed one normal Legendary module: Zidane's 'King Moment' module.

As for the 'Turn the Tide' module? Its trigger preconditions are fixed; it certainly can't become: Morata drops a single hair and wildly triggers the buff.

Without hesitation.

Li Kang picked up the small hammer and tapped the Zidane module a few times.

Clang clang clang!

【Upgrade successful!】

【Zidane's 'King Moment' module trigger probability greatly increased.】

【Additional negative effect: When you encounter Enrique, Puyol, and Materazzi, you will feel strong disgust.】

Suddenly.

Rolling white mist enveloped Li Kang.

2003.

Bernabeu.

Spanish national derby.

Li Kang, wearing Real Madrid's number 5 jersey, received a pass from the big Ronaldo on the left flank.

Suddenly a sharp pain came from his crotch.

Puyol had already struck his abdomen heavily with his knee.

Immediately.

The young Barcelona defender covered his face and fell to the ground in 'pain'.

The main referee blew the whistle to stop the match.

Then-acting Barcelona iron-blood captain Enrique rushed forward and fiercely choked Li Kang's neck...

Instantly.

The illusion vanished.

A moment later.

Li Kang opened his eyes and rubbed his neck.

How could this hallucination feel so real?

It doesn't match the real script.

Back then, Zidane had indeed given the Barcelona iron-blood captain a hard slap.

In his mind, Enrique's fierce face appeared again, and he unconsciously felt a faint disgust.

Days passed one by one.

Premier League fans welcomed the season's final grand celebration.

The FA Cup final!

Arsenal vs Chelsea!

Wembley Stadium, the London landmark that has witnessed countless legendary moments, had already gathered tens of thousands of fans.

The red-and-white buses and blue buses passed over White Horse Bridge.

Fans lining the streets let out hysterical shouts!

"ESPN! ESPN! Good evening, viewers."

"Welcome to the 2016/17 season FA Cup final!"

"Wenger is dubbed the king of the FA Cup!"

"Arsenal is the club with the most titles in history!"

"A few years ago, the Blues collapsed under the Gunners' attack in the FA Cup final!"

"Can Chelsea tonight avenge their past shame?"

"Let's wait and see!"

The FA Cup accepts commercial sponsorship but does not accept naming rights.

Wembley Stadium has a very low advertising presence.

The stands were split in half, one half a blue sea, the other half a red-and-white blaze.

The pitch was unfurled with a huge cup-shaped logo, printed with legendary stars who have shone in past FA Cups.

Papapa!

Fireworks burst! Flames shot up!

Accompanied by a roar like a landslide and tsunami, players from both sides stepped onto the pitch.

"Arsenal's formation here is 4-3-3!"

"Goalkeeper:..."

"Chelsea's formation is 3-4-3!"

"Goalkeeper..."

"Both sides fielded their full starting lineups!"

"The camera panned to Prince William's family in the stands; after the match, he will personally present the FA Cup trophy!"

The match opened less intensely than imagined.

Both sides were probing.

Conte did not let his players sit back.

Kante's evolution also entered a new phase, shifting his defensive and tackling attributes toward advancing and passing.

Chelsea also showed a more aggressive high line than in previous seasons.

In a flash.

Fans even thought the two clubs' jerseys were worn backwards.

The 17th minute of the match.

The turning point arrived.

As Azpilicueta pushed forward, Chelsea launched a full-scale attack,

Hazard successively shook off Xhaka, Cazorla, and Bellerin, delivering a diagonal pass near the edge of the penalty area!

Diego Costa fired a shot!

Bang!

It actually hit the crossbar!

Cech quickly gathered the ball and heaved it forward.

After receiving the ball, Monreal quickly passed it to the Arsenal number 10 who had surged near the center circle!

In Li Kang's vision, the phantom of the Red Devils' number 14 appeared.

Lingard.

Wembley's little prince.

His thought process seemed to slow a bit, and his dribbling rhythm became increasingly strange.

Matic stood ready.

He had simulated in his mind several of Li Kang's agile or rough dribbling moves from this season.

He could not easily commit a tackle.

A battle of balance.

The deception of feints.

The result...

Li Kang simply dribbled past him from the side...

The Blues' midfielder looked bewildered.

Immediately after,

Cahill and Terry also found themselves in the same situation.

When they tried to cut off Li Kang's connection with his teammates, they attempted to push him toward the flank.

The defensive philosophy of the blue behemoth had been honed over many years.

Result...

"Ah?"

"Is it that simple?"

"Just went through like that?"

"Nice!"

"Open goal!"

"Scored!"

"Li Kang broke the deadlock!"

"Courtois thought too much as well!"

Finally.

Arsenal 3-2 Chelsea.

Li Kang and his teammates lifted the FA Cup!