Chapter 415: Confederations Cup Champion (Daily Transition)

The match ended.

The Bullfighters' legion created history, winning the Confederations Cup for the first time.

Genius midfielder Li Kang put on a phenomenal performance in this final.

Helmsman of the invincible armada, Mr. Big Stage!

Watching him play is simply a pleasure.

A paradox of elegance and violence, the symbol of power and speed!

Looking forward to next year's World Cup, we can witness Li Kang break the Confederations Cup curse in Russia!

The German team need not be disheartened, since ancient times conquering the world is easy, defending...

He Wei talked incessantly.

Duan Xuan shifted his butt, tugged at his pants, preparing to sum up.

No.

Most of the commentary will have to wait until the 2018 World Cup.

Shengbidebao Stadium.

The stands on all sides were quiet; the faint singing was as gentle as a breeze by the Neva River, completely unable to drown out the broadcast over the stadium.

Players from both sides warmly greeted each other, the scene somewhat like a group of old friends reunited after a long separation.

After the final whistle blew, the victors did not indulge in joy, nor did the losers sink too deep into despair: the Confederations Cup curse seemed to float above Shengbidebao at this moment.

Löw cordially shook hands with the Spanish coaching staff and players.

Li Kang and Brandt exchanged jerseys: the latter had recently bought another house, joking that he would use Li Kang's match-worn jersey to subsidize renovation costs.

Diego Costa also returned to normal, affectionately patting Rüdiger's little boiled egg.

Boateng patted Nöyr on the shoulder, self-mockingly saying: "At least we don't have to bear the curse of the Confederations Cup champion."

Nöyr shook his head and sighed: "Li is my curse."

In the distance.

Busquets stood before a massive billboard, accepting reporters' interviews.

"Sergio, how do you view external evaluations of you: a ball-blind filter, top-tier off-the-ball movement, playing with your brain, exquisite positioning, perfect distribution, soul of the midfield..."

Busquets replied without hesitation: "Off-the-ball movement is quite basic; players in the five major leagues all play with their brains; in recent seasons, the mainstream outlet core has been defenders or goalkeepers..."

"Li is truly the soul midfielder capable of leading the team to championship."

"He is the gem of La Masia youth academy, the inheritance of the red and blue, the... of Camp Nou."

Bringing up Barça again?

The reporters instantly lost interest: although Barça had splashed big money over the past two seasons, its roster grew increasingly bleak, and its European competition competitiveness kept plummeting.

Fifteen minutes later.

The awarding platform had been set up on the green field.

Accompanied by deafening cheers, Big Ron walked out of the tunnel holding the Confederations Cup champion's trophy.

The trophy's appearance closely resembles that of the World Cup.

Close behind came a group of FIFA officials.

"This edition's Confederations Cup Golden Boot: Morata!"

"This edition's Confederations Cup Golden Glove: De Gea!"

"Most Valuable Player: Li Kang!"

Morata was a bit excited; the last time he won a Golden Boot was at the UEFA U21 European Championship...

De Gea easily accepted the golden glove, having a clear self-awareness: as long as he and Li stay uninjured, they have a chance to win the golden glove in future major international tournaments; as long as his career lasts long enough, his personal honors in international competitions will overwhelm most predecessors, and his historical standing will rise significantly.

Li Kang received from Maradona's hands the small trophy of "three sticks with a golden ball glued on".

He grasped Li Kang's left hand and shook it, strongly suppressing the urge to pat his right shoulder: "Remember to smile, have camera presence, quickly raise your honor!"

Li Kang smiled, turned to face the media crowd, and lifted the trophy high with both hands.

Flashbulbs flickered wildly.

The fans couldn't help but excitedly shout his name.

"Lee!

"!"

"Lee!

"!"

"Lee!

"!"

Finally.

The entire awarding process concluded.

Li Kang and his teammates stood on the small blue stage.

The trophy was held high.

Golden shreds of paper instantly burst forth from the back, sparkling like fireworks.

The green turf was instantly covered with a layer of golden sand.

"2017 Confederations Cup champions, Spain!"

That night.

The news of the Confederations Cup victory spread like wildfire, occupying the hot searches on major online platforms.

"The West Germany Match: A Classic Example of Anti-Strangling."

Passing control is dead; discussing the importance of flank breakthrough points and forward line support points.

Trophy collector: Li Kang.

Superhuman physique, pinnacle of martial arts!

Deep-fried balls the size of a sandpot!

La Masia's number 4 position that proves the Dao with strength.

Beckenbauer: Li is excellent; the German youth team must learn from failure and improve.

Tenacious fighting spirit: De Gea caught a cold during the match.

Comment count surged wildly.

-【Poor Bayern, this time the backdrop is Kimmich, Li Menxing rushes forward, opponents can't stop him at all... He also created a unique personal style "sandpot ball" dribble!】

-【Spain is done; they won't be able to win the World Cup next year.】

-【Confederations Cup curse.】

-【In this Confederations Cup, one can see Spain's exposed problems: due to the absence of midfield maestros Yinniesita and David Silva, Li Mingdeng actually plays very passively, and central control drops sharply.】

-【He can link up with Busquets and Fabregas to control the field, but facing a team of Germany's caliber, lacking stability in forward progression, Li Kang still does the work of Yinniesita and David Silva.】

-【Next year I'm optimistic about the French team, their talent-rich plantation style of play!】

-【Who says African teams can't create history in the World Cup!】

Kazan training base.

Morata embraces the thing in his arms, unable to let go.

"I want to sleep holding the golden boot tonight!"

"What a beautiful, moving golden boot..."

Ramos, taking advantage of his inattention, fiercely snatches the golden boot and runs toward the training field.

Morata, anxious, stamps his feet and immediately chases after him.

Everyone bursts into laughter.

Diego Costa looks troubled: he wants to return to Atlético Madrid, yet also wants to stay at Chelsea.

He glances at Yin Si Ke; this guy clings to Li Kang's side, never leaving...

He himself basically has no chance to discuss transfer matters with Li.

One and a half hours later.

Li Kang, together with Saul, Koke, and others, put away their game controllers and returned to the dormitory.

The system notification sounded softly.

{Ding! Mission accomplished: Confederations Cup champion! }

{Mission receipt: You've been cursed by the Confederations Cup champion... }

{Congratulations on obtaining: Confederations Cup legendary treasure chest! }

Li Kang glanced at the prize pool.

He couldn't help but wonder: why are there so many Brazilians?

{Romario 'Lone Wolf' module (damaged). }

{Ronaldinho 'Ball Sense' module (damaged). }

{Adriano 'Big Killer' module (damaged). }

{Neymar 'Dancing Soul' module. }

{Kaka 'Simple Escape' module. }

{... }

The ancient-looking treasure chest hovered in midair, emitting a soft glow.

{The treasure chest is opening... }

{Congratulations on obtaining: Ronaldinho 'Cow Tail' module! (Permanent passive)}