Chapter 422: Era's Tears (Daily Transition)

"Shining Milky Way!"

"Li Kang brought us a spectacular, exhilarating visual feast!"

"The divine dragon swings its tail."

"Long-distance raid."

"The super heavy cannon embodies violent aesthetics!"

"He broke the deadlock on the field with his perfect performance!"

"Kante's brilliant assist..."

"Duan Xuan excitedly scratched his leg hair."

"Commentating on Li Kang's match is also a kind of enjoyment."

"The livestream."

"Bullet comments flew thick and fast."

-【Hubby!】

-【No male wife.】

-【Li Kang broke his 12-minute goal drought!】

-【Li Milan.】

-【Turned fan! I want to buy his merchandise!】

-【I originally got to know Li Kang from 《World Football·New Generation Stars》, never expecting that in just a year and a half he would leave so many young talents behind.】

-【Pogba is not bad either; his fighting ability below the neck is not far behind Li Mingdeng's.】

-【Pogba's off-field news is too much; he gets distracted off the pitch and loses focus in it; if he could also calm down and play well, his achievements wouldn't be low.】

-【Brothers, keep up—Chelsea, Liverpool, Bayern—these clubs never talk about friendship in friendlies! If you can score five, you won't settle for one; this match is destined to be a massacre, unless the opponent is a Chinese Super League club!】

-【Can I believe you? Juventus lost to Melbourne Victory!】

Teammates excitedly gathered around.

Kante, being too short, could only squeeze into the crowd with difficulty and embraced Li Kang's waist.

"So an assist is that simple."

"The boss also gave us a thumbs-up."

"What gesture is he making now? It's too fast; I can't quite see it."

"Look at Li's gesture!"

Li Kang carefully observed Tuchel's hand seal for a moment, then quickly relayed the information to teammates: formation drill.

Stands on all sides.

Whether Milan fans or Chelsea fans, they all gave Li Kang's goal a warm round of applause.

"Li Kang!"

"Li Kang!"

"Li Kang!"

"Li Kang!"

"Li Kang!"

"Li Kang!"

The cheers converged into a river, flooding the green pitch.

Seeing the lively Li Kang at the doorstep and enjoying his heroic, overflowing goal performance is such a happy thing.

The sidelines.

Dino's inner joy lingered, unable to dispel, and he couldn't help raising his fist.

He's back.

The familiar feeling returned.

Long absent, long absent pleasure, dreaming back to Lewokusen.

Lying...

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted.

Tuchel crossed his arms before his chest, expression solemn, sighed: "Dino, perhaps we cannot realize our tactical ideal at Chelsea..."

Tactical ideal?

Us?

Dino stared at the Chelsea head coach with a look of astonishment.

"Boss, my tactical ideal differs from yours."

The other side.

Montella's mind is a bit confused.

How to play?

He hasn't yet fully grasped the traits of these new signings, while the opposition possesses a monster that combines the legacies of several Milan giants.

The match resumed.

Calhanoglu was not discouraged.

He himself, wearing the No. 10 jersey, is AC Milan's core.

He must, like a lion, inspire his teammates!

Cutrone kicked off with a return pass.

The red-and-black squad didn't stick to organized buildup, quickly charging into Chelsea's half.

Still the left flank!

Qia Er Han Ao Lu seeking to link up with Su Suo.

Mo Xi's press is very decisive!

Wow! Qia Er Han Ao Lu's ball control dribble, he's dancing!

Confidence is through the roof.

People always improve.

Qia Er Han Ao Lu is only 23 years old this year; aside from speed and defense, his other abilities have also improved greatly over the past two years, no longer collapsing at the slightest touch, enough to be the core of any mid-table team in the top five leagues.

Luo De Li Ge Si made a run from the flank, preparing to support.

Su Suo slowed down, moving closer to provide support.

Ku Te Luo Nei made a lateral run, trying to pull apart the defense.

Red-Black Army, forming an attacking unit around Qia Er Han Ao Lu on the left flank!

Too bad, it's useless.

Chelsea's double defensive midfielder plus three center-back defensive combination, with constantly shifting spacing, compressed AC Milan's attacking space.

Mo Xi tracked back.

Kan Te sprinted.

Lü Di Ge hasn't even started his pressing yet.

Pa!

The opponent's pass was intercepted again!

"Chelsea's defensive formation is utterly despairing."

"It's Kan Te again!"

Kan Te didn't want to think anymore, immediately passed the ball sideways to Li Kang.

AC Milan team quickly fell back.

The ball again left Li Kang's feet, racing toward Ma Ke Si!

The latter couldn't find a safe forward passing route for a moment, then immediately passed the ball back to A Si Pi Li Kui Ta.

Instantly, the stands burst into waves of cheers.

A Zi Pa!

!

A Si Pi Li Kui Ta also didn't expect to be so popular in China, suppressing the urge to dribble forward, and passed the ball back to Li Kang again.

At this moment.

Chelsea's formation changed to 3-1-3-3!

That's right.

Li Kang is no longer in the holding midfield position.

On the sidelines.

Tu He Er's face finally showed a smile.

Nothing compares to the thrill brought by tactical experiments.

On the other side.

Meng Te La watched Chelsea's formation change, feeling increasingly familiar.

What era is this?

Chelsea's defenders aren't responsible for distributing the ball?

Forced to give the ball to Li, who had switched to a number 6 role? Moving the ball-playing core forward?

What the heck?

Is this a retro style?

Suddenly.

He saw Mo La Ta dropping deep.

He couldn't help but suddenly realize!

Red-Black metronome.

Li came from La Masia youth academy? He must be a product of AC Milan's youth academy!

He anxiously waved his arms, reminding the disciples on the field!

Strictly speaking, there has been an alternative metronome in football history.

Alternative.

That was AC Milan's early Pirlo.

Why wasn't Pirlo during his Juventus period like that? Because back then his athletic ability declined sharply, and he had already transformed into a holding midfielder.

Different from modern metronomes like Busquets, Thiago, and Kroos.

AC Milan's alternative metronome doesn't play as a defensive midfielder.

But rather switches between the number 6 and number 10 positions according to the game situation and defensive pressure.

Doesn't eat the rhythm.

Doesn't eat Gattuso.

Only eats organizing midfielders or center forwards.

"Beautiful!"

"Li Kang's long-range switch across the midfield line!"

Looking for Azar!

Morata's deep withdrawal pulled Bonucci out!

Azar received the ball on the left flank.

He immediately accelerated.

His belly, not yet shed, trembled slightly with the dense steps!

Even without shedding weight, Locatelli and Rodriguez in front couldn't stop him.

Breaking free, he dribbled sideways!

The Milan players pursued relentlessly, and the defensive line swiftly adjusted.

Always just a fingertip away from touching his big butt.

Tuchel excitedly gestured.

"Azar draws the defense, then passes the ball to the dropping-back Morata to organize."

"Wait for a timing gap."

"Then give the ball to Li, who has switched to the number-ten position, to complete the final pass."

"Can't pass too early; must seize the timing."

"Great metronome..."

Dino interrupted: "It's too complicated; Li has already come up, and his ball-receiving timing is better than your plan."

The Chelsea manager's expression instantly shifted from joy to bewilderment, doubting life.

In an instant.

Azar then moved to the top of the penalty area arc, drawing several defenders.

"No room to kick!"

"It's too crowded!"

"Pass back... reorganize the attack!"

Azar turned sideways and knocked the ball back.

Li Kang, amidst a chorus of gasps, met the ball and kicked!

The crowded midfield gave him no space for a long shot!

Smack!

The ball rose off the ground, tracing an elegant arc in midair.

It went over Musakiao's head.

It dropped toward the right side of the penalty area.

William miraculously appeared at the landing spot and fired a volley!

Bang!

The ball again blasted through Donnarumma's five-fingered grasp.

0:2!

!

Montella slapped himself hard.

It's 2017 already; what's the point of a complex alternative metronome?

A long pass was played out from midfield.

Forward runs followed.

Then delivered a deadly pass.

How simple and mindless this style of play is!

Why am I being thrown off by that Morata guy!

Actually, I wasn't thrown off either.

Li Kang and his teammates celebrated with a high-five.

Even with Morata dropping deep, Chelsea's three-center-back system kept the front-line attacking points densely packed.

They are fast.

Their impact is strong.

The opponent's defensive line also shifts quickly.

Even faster.

I don't need to wait at all; I just need to pick the right moment...

If you still cling to the training's "alternative metronome" kicking style, it's like insisting on using a tiny spoon to scoop dung.

AC Milan was two goals behind.

Calhanolu finally couldn't hold back his old habit: spreading his hands, pounding the turf, blaming his teammates.

Tuchel didn't utter a word.

He was both happy and troubled.

This damned urge to control was building up, about to burst out of his mind.

Dino said, "Boss, it's fine; there's still plenty of time left in the match."

Chelsea's head coach nodded: "Yeah, come on, let's change formation again and try the new tactic!"

Time flew by.

Finally.

The head referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the match.

AC Milan 0:5 Chelsea.

The full main squad had racked up enough playing time to meet the ICC International Champions Cup's requirements.

Tuchel's face was flushed, his excitement not yet spent; obviously he derived pleasure from seeing his tactics come to fruition in the subsequent matches.

Chelsea's head coach nodded satisfactorily: "Many times, Li's thoughts are exactly the same as mine."

Dino echoed: "That's right, Tuop often thought that way back then."

The high stands.

Tuopu Laotou couldn't help but stand up and applaud loudly.

Beside him, Scolari felt admiration welling up, unable to contain his reverence: "Mr. Tuop, how did you train Li to be so excellent?"

Calhanoglu lay face-up on the turf, questioning life.

The gap!

The gap was so huge that the opposing Courtois hardly had any chance to make a save!

The starry sky shone brightly.

The entire Tianhe Sports Centre was echoing with the same player's name.