Chapter 412: Restriction Conditions (Daily Transition)

The match resumed.

After several passes of the ball,

Li Kang once again spotted a gap in the German defense.

The ball instantly left his left foot, tracing a beautiful arc in midair.

"Noyin'er's lateral movement is so fast; by now in the match, his distance covered is almost catching up to Li Kang's!"

"Rüdiger and Diego Costa are racing!"

"Or maybe the Roma centre-back's speed is better... he transferred to Chelsea in this summer window."

Rüdiger first stopped the ball and passed it to Noyin'er.

He then ran a few steps toward the corner flag area, giving the goalkeeper width to play out and relieve pressure.

Two years ago, when he was at Roma, he had faced Li Kang.

Last season, his mind suddenly clicked, and his fighting power leapt forward.

His temporary flaw is: he gets easily carried away, and his defensive moves are somewhat dirty.

When Europe's big clubs took a look: height 1.91 meters, black and tough, explosively fast... isn't this just a slightly less intelligent Varane?

"Diego Costa friendly patted Rüdiger's butt; it looks like he's praising this young German centre-back."

"On the pitch, there's never a lack of mutual respect between opponents."

"Ronaldo and Nesta."

"Zanetti and Maldini."

"Huh? Why are they shoving each other?"

"The referee gave them a verbal warning!"

Diego Costa and Rüdiger traded insults, grabbed and shoved each other, foreheads bumping.

Lagatero and Berlin's two street football cultures collided intensely.

The referee gently warned the two of them.

The match quickly resumed.

Noyin'er passed the ball to Kroos.

They didn't encounter the expected fierce press.

The ball was slowly circulated, then suddenly flew toward the thirty-meter zone in the Spanish half.

Havertz made a quick lateral move; before receiving the ball with his back to goal, the German team instantly accelerated!

At the Shengbidebao Stadium, another wave of violent "white running roar" surged again.

Havertz has a "bad habit" that violates football rules: when receiving the ball during an attacking buildup, he likes to trap it with the sole of his foot.

Back when he was in the Leverkusen youth academy, Tuopu Laotou racked his brains but couldn't correct it.

The ball fell.

Busquets and Saúl immediately closed in from both sides.

Immediately after.

An unimaginable scene occurred.

Havertz lifted his left foot and nonchalantly trapped the ball.

During a fast break, trapping the ball with the sole of the foot?

This unorthodox way of kicking left the midfielders of Barcelona and Atlético momentarily unable to find the optimal defensive solution.

Immediately after.

Havertz then turned with the momentum.

The direction of his turn happened to evade the Spanish midfield's pressing trap.

"He passed to Brandt, who had made a run into the central channel."

"Should he keep running to the right flank himself?"

"The connection of the Leverkusen twins!"

"His talent is practically overflowing!"

Brandt did not attempt to break through Piqué's head-on defense.

He couldn't pass to Luoyinsi; the area where Dortmund's little rocket operates was already packed with Spanish defenders.

Smack!

The ball rolled toward the right flank.

The Leverkusen twins' second link made up for the lack of explosiveness on the right flank.

At the same time.

Hummels, Werner, and Draxler again infiltrated the Spanish penalty area, making up for the lack of a three‑dimensional attack.

The ball clung to the turf, hadn't rolled far, and was suddenly intercepted.

Havertz was busy reading Spain's defensive line while preparing to receive the ball, but could only watch helplessly as Li Kang intercepted it.

"Oh dear!"

"The Brandt‑Havertz link was cut off by Li Kang!"

"Those who can hurt you are often the people you know best."

De Gea was overjoyed.

Kroos, who was preparing outside for a second‑point rebound, hurriedly directed his teammates to fall back.

The live stream.

Comments flooded the screen.

The German team no longer has Lamu.

The German team no longer has Keluozhe.

Li Kang seized the German team's two restrictive conditions—no breaking point on the right flank and no aerial high point in the center—caught the narrow attacking route, and completed the interception!

No way, Spain's overall counterattack speed is so slow, while the German team's defensive recovery speed is very fast.

Fabulejiasi's defense is really not proactive, and they're still hanging out with Molata up front.

Pirated false nine + withdrawn forward.

It's just about seizing this time axis, converting the temporary numerical advantage in attack transition; even if we keep grinding, we can create a shooting opportunity.

Command area.

Miniano waved a fist excitedly.

Lefu was a bit nervous, unconsciously putting hand into pants pocket.

Shengbidebao Stadium, the stands erupted with a cheer like a collapsing mountain and tsunami.

Li Kang had already passed the ball to Molata ahead.

"Fabulejiasi is making a vertical run."

"Diegesita is making a horizontal pull."

"Nice!"

"A consecutive pass shook off Ludige!"

"Oh no, when the ball reached Diegesita's feet it slowed down, not because of slow speed but because there was an extra Boaten in front."

German team's half-field forty-meter zone.

Diegesita basically had no time to adjust.

Not every super striker possesses the ability to make a one-touch pass in harsh conditions.

Boaten charged forward, their strong body gave a powerful shove, then they stretched their long leg to poke at the ball.

It doesn't require a hundred percent successful tackle.

But to buy time for teammates to recover defensively.

Diegesita staggered but didn't fall.

The Chelsea beast lives up to its name.

With the right foot, they flicked the ball that was about to lose control.

Sawuer came running.

"The attack continues!"

"Atletico Madrid youngster quickly passed the ball sideways to Li Kang."

"Dangerous!"

"Li Kang, in the duel with Kelousi, won this dagger‑mountain ball!"

"The German team poured massive forces into the recent attack; for now only Kelousi, Bulte, and Luoyinsi have fallen back to the midfield."

Li Kang shook off Kelousi.

Quickly dribbled the ball forward.

The German team's defense did not immediately contract along their advancing path, being held back and pulled by the pirated false nine and Molata.

Nuoyiner's heart skipped a beat, and they immediately turned and retreated.

Shadow.

The shadow produced from being chipped by Li Kang so many times...

Ludige's adjustment speed was very quick, and they were the first to get close to Li Kang.

It was clear the opponent had a tendency to pass.

Xiaohedan seemed to have thought of something.

They did not, as before, decisively make the foul action of raising an elbow and knee.

A slight hesitation.

The ball had already left Li Kang's left foot!

"In God's perspective, the German team's defense had already been torn open by Fabulejiasi and Molata!"

"How did Ludige grab Li Kang's shorts!"

"Good thing... they were wearing sliding shorts."

"The chief referee did not whistle to stop the game; the attack has the advantage."

"Molata received Li Kang's pass!"

"Not easy!"

"Spain finally had a chance to gain a numerical advantage in the attacking phase."

"Look at this ball!"

The scene in front of the German team's penalty area was just one word: chaotic.

Nuoyiner had done their homework thoroughly, they understood Molata's shooting habit.

Handsome face, showing no trace of hesitation.

Arms opened to enlarge the shielding area, separating the young Bulte.

Slight leg swing.

Nuoyiner had done their homework thoroughly, they understood Molata's shooting habit.

In a flash.

The German goalkeeper's upper body leaned toward the right side of the goal.

It must be the near corner.

Yes.

Near corner.

Smack!

Nuoyiner regretted it, but his reaction was quick, and he swiftly made an adjustment.

"Fake shot, real pass."

"Fabulejiasi."

"Open goal!"

In an instant.

Fabulejiasi seemed to have found the wonderful sight he once had at Arsenal.

He was like a yellow eel, slipping into the left side of the German team's penalty area.

He tapped with his right foot.

He touched the rolling ball.

Smack!

The ball brushed past Nuoyiner's armpit and slipped into the net.

1-0!

!

Cheers and sorrow filled the entire Shengbidebao Stadium.

Ludige embarrassingly pulled Li Kang up, actively helping him hitch up his pants.

Who knows, they might still be club teammates next season.