Chapter 414: How many balls are enough for three metronomes to kick? (Daily transition)

Kimmich had no time to adjust his center of gravity, and a thread of despair welled up in his heart.

The gap.

A strong sense of frustration.

He couldn't even touch the hem of Spain's number 6.

What kind of breakthrough rhythm, speed variation, center-of-gravity control, bodily coordination...

"Kimmich is lucky."

"In the next ten years... he will have many opportunities to measure himself against Li Kang."

"It's over."

"Li Kang is going head-to-head with Kroos!"

"Real Madrid's midfield positioning is textbook-perfect!"

"Wow! He separated the man from the ball!"

Kroos looks refined, but he actually inherited the robust physique of German midfield veterans.

His defensive positioning at this moment is extremely reasonable.

He tried to block Spain's number 6 head-on.

Li Kang didn't slow down, he shoved the ball hard toward the sideline.

The shadow in his mind spread to the extreme.

Second acceleration!

Kroos only felt a gust of wind sweep past his side!

He couldn't help feeling a bit dazed.

This kid's strength and speed... are too terrifying.

How does it feel even more Bale than Kaká?

"Wow!"

"He is just a bolt of lightning!"

"Irresistible!"

"The perfect combination of strength and speed!"

"Li Kang received the ball passed to him!"

Löw stared, mouth agape.

Manuel Neuer raised his arms and shouted.

Del Bosque bent at the waist, anxiously spreading his arms, as if worrying about Li Kang's injury.

The live broadcast room,

Bullet comments flooded the screen.

-【Is he cheating again?】

-【666! Li Mingdeng is awesome!】

-【The martial artist at the extreme! Body cultivation at its peak! Using strength to prove the Dao!】

-【The whole Confederations Cup was loafing around as substitutes, and all the energy saved up is released at this moment!】

Thirty-meter area.

Boateng wasn't panicking at all.

He wasn't fighting alone; he had the loyal and reliable Hummels!

Fighting side by side.

Encirclement via double-team.

Intercept Li Kang.

Won't be a background board again!

Tens of thousands of spectators on site couldn't help holding their breath, anticipating the clash between the matador's coaching sword and the Bayern defensive combination.

Li Kang's stance suddenly stopped, finding no opportunity for a direct strong breakthrough.

Boateng extended his black leg from the front.

Hummels came at him from the side.

Smack!

The ball left Li Kang's left foot, skimming the grass, slipping through the gap between the two top German central defenders.

"An arcing pass under high-pressure conditions!"

"Just the right amount of lead!"

"It tore apart Bayern's high defensive line!"

When Neuer wipes the backline's butt, he's never afraid of a through ball.

But this kind of ground arcing pass is really annoying.

Its trajectory was like a fierce curved blade.

He was at the front edge of the penalty area, caught between a rock and a hard place.

"Morata's run and Li Kang's passing line are in perfect sync!"

"Arsenal's classic pass-and-run combination!"

"Here it comes!"

The ball slowly decelerated on the right side of the penalty area.

Morata came charging forward.

Perfect, natural chemistry.

Handsome face, brimming with confidence.

He lightly flicked with his right foot.

The ball lifted off the ground, lightly arcing over Neuer's head and curling toward the goal!

All members of Spain's bench rushed to the sideline.

Bosque instinctively covered his chest.

Smack!

The ball struck the crossbar... bounced down, falling into the net!

2-0!

!

The stadium erupted.

"Beautiful!"

"Goal!"

"Li Kang single-handedly broke through, tearing apart the defense to create a chance, while Morata executed a master-level shot!"

"The two combined to help Spain extend their lead!"

"The scales of victory have tipped!"

"Shengbidebao's fireworks are splendid!"

The livestream.

-【Too explosive, one person completed the central advance! Finally, he could still deliver a deadly pass in the extremely difficult, pressured environment!】

-【Heart-shaking crushing advance!】

-【Midfield magician? Midfield grand master!】

-【Passing and control? Penetration? Just crash through and it's done?】

-【Actually it's risky, Morata's shooting technique... oh well, who doesn't eat dumplings during New Year?】

-【Teammates also played a key role: Koke was always ready to support Li Kang, Yin Si Ke marked Rudiger, and Diego Costa's movement also affected Neuer's judgment.】

Morata wanted to put his arm around Li Kang's shoulder... but worried about affecting his hand injury, so he could only excitedly and anxiously point to the corner flag area.

The fans were beside themselves with joy, cheering and leaping.

"Lee!"

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"Lee!"

"

"Lee!"

"

The Confederations Cup curse was left behind.

The audience reminisced about the thrilling attack, unable to hide satisfied smiles.

The shadow in Li Kang's mind shrank wildly...

Without the support of the legendary phantom, energy consumption was very fast.

On the sidelines.

After Bosque and Mininio celebrated, they early began preparing substitutions and adjustments.

"Boss, the German team is strong, but their positional attack is all thunder and rain—unless they produce a once-in-a-lifetime talent!"

"We're leading by two goals; let Li rest later... constant back-and-forth sprinting like this, I really fear worsening his injury."

On the other side.

Löw fiddled with his pants, not out of bad taste, but because his body language showed tension and anxiety.

In the end, he still helplessly sat back on the coach's bench.

The match continued.

The German team's veterans had fierce fighting spirit; even trailing by two goals, they wouldn't give up.

Neuer gestured with his hand for Boateng and Rudiger to push forward and join the attack.

Kroos remained calm, steadily carrying out his 'distributing' work.

His passing stability has already reached historic levels.

Mobilization and transfer.

Sorting and linking.

Organizing the attack.

Unfortunately, the German team's forward line configuration is too unconventional...

"Kroos has undergone multiple transformations in recent years."

"He is now Europe's top midfield metronome."

Duan Xuan poked He Wei's waist with his elbow.

He quickly handed over a document.

He Wei glanced down at the document: '2011: The Year the Midfield Metronome Died.'

70th minute of the match.

Dead ball period.

Thiago stood in the center circle, while the fourth official raised the LED number board.

"Spain made the second substitution adjustment!"

"Thiago substituted off Li Kang!"

"Li Kang patted his hands and ran off the pitch."

"In Shengbidebao, thunderous applause instantly rang out."

"The ensuing match was especially dull."

"The double pivot combination of Thiago and Busquets made the game's tempo even slower."

"At the club level, the Metronome Midfielder was completely battered by various tactical overhauls, far removed from the top stage."

"But at the national team level, tactics favor pragmatism, and in-game adjustments favor simplicity."

"The special tactical environment awakened Thiago, Busquets, Kroos, and others' pursuit of field control and possession share."

"No way."

"The three players' single-match touch data in their clubs... when pulled out, are all unmatched in Europe."

"At this moment, with all three on the field, three balls are barely enough for three metronomes to play with?"

"In such a situation, others' double-teams, interceptions, and attack-defense transitions all become supporting roles."

"Time flowed away minute by minute, second by second."

"The Confederations Cup's peak showdown returned to the essence of the final."

"Finally."

"Beep! Beep-beep~"

"The chief referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the match."

"Spain 2:0 Germany."

"They won the Confederations Cup championship for the first time in history."