Chapter 439: Arrived (Daily Transition)

Time is like a rushing stream, never to return.

Li Kang returned to a calm and dull life.

Training, watching match videos, studying Tuchel's "advanced" ideas, occasionally messaging friends.

The time until the summer transfer window closes is getting closer.

Tabloid media daily fabricates rumors about various goalkeepers and the Blues.

Chelsea fans are very anxious.

Where is the starting goalkeeper for next season?

Courtois and his agent are even more anxious.

Chelsea's higher-ups, however, are calm and relaxed, showing no urgency at all; it's said Ms. Scaglia is still vacationing and shopping in the Apennines.

Real Madrid isn't in a hurry either.

Florentino's usual attitude is "borrow a slope to get off the donkey"; if there's no slope, just change course.

"Navas's condition is quite good; if we sign Courtois this year, that's fine too."

"Wait until next year? Well... we'll decide next year based on the actual situation; Real Madrid's signings aren't a matter of a single sentence."

Bernabeu has always been patient.

This patience is naturally not toward any particular player, but toward a certain position in the lineup.

He hung up the phone.

Florentino opened a document on the desk, and couldn't help but stare: How come it's all little black eggs?

His expression was torn.

"I don't want a white Bernabeu, my hand is being dyed..."

"But their talent and ability are simply overflowing."

Learned of Real Madrid's neutral stance.

Courtois and his agent looked completely bewildered.

"Florentino is a liar!"

"Thibaut, don't rush; Chelsea wouldn't fall out over money, would they..."

Halfway through the agent's comforting words, he suddenly felt something was off.

Chelsea really would fall out over money... Besides, they made 1.5 billion from player sales this summer window.

"Things aren't as serious as you imagine."

"In the match against Manchester City, Chelsea's goalkeeper position exposed many flaws; we now hold the initiative in negotiations!"

"Just wait and see!"

"Chelsea will surely call us begging for mercy!"

The agent spoke with full confidence.

Premier League match day has arrived.

Stamford Bridge was greeted by a fierce Doberman!

Chelsea vs. Huddersfield.

Although the opponent is a promoted team, their ancestors also had glory.

In the distant 1923-1926 season, Huddersfield became the first team in England's top league to achieve three consecutive titles, and at the time was considered the strongest in the world.

Stamford Bridge Library.

Blue Army fans warmly welcomed the visitors.

VIP box.

Huddersfield Town owner Huoyin'er wore casual clothes.

He is a local of Yorkshire; after making money, he returned to his hometown and bought the Huddersfield club.

Even the owner is a long-time die-hard fan of the club, so the team's performance is naturally not bad.

This guy didn't hesitate to spend money, poaching a group of managers and youth training staff from major European powerhouses.

He once said, "Losing money is trivial; I've been a Huddersfield fan since childhood."

The players lived up to expectations.

They swept aside opponents all the way and finally promoted to the Premier League.

The top league's broadcast revenue sharing not only let Huoyin'er recoup his losses, but he actually made money.

"Losing to Become Yorkshire's Richest Starting from Buying a Club?"

"Huddersfield players have no Premier League experience! The combined transfer value of the starting XI is less than... half of Morata's."

"This weak team insists on attacking football, achieving a stunning record of two consecutive wins this season."

"Looking forward to their wonderful performance at Stamford Bridge!"

The camera panned to the touchline dugout.

Huddersfield Town head coach Wagner, wearing glasses, with a stubbly beard.

He was an assistant coach when Klopp coached Borussia Dortmund.

Making Huddersfield's tactical style extremely aggressive:

Low-block defense? Impossible!

Attacking football is true love! Whoever defends is the grandson!

In the Premier League new season's opening two matches of "the weak overcoming the strong", Huddersfield played all-out attacks.

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The match officially began.

Chelsea ball possession.

Diego Costa kicked off and passed back to Li Kang.

Near Li Kang's ear, a series of young beasts' hissing and the sound of flapping wings suddenly rang out.

【King of London achievement, all totems fully charged!】

The mascot's energy collection speed is so slow... how can we waste this match?

Li Kang quickly blew out a breath.

The little iron hammer dissipated.

The young lion roared angrily.

The spear dragon twisted its butt and walked away.

The two little eagles were blown askew.

Only Tottenham's happy little rooster... stubbornly flapped its wings.

The match opened extremely intensely.

Joybean players recognized many Hatzhen players, couldn't name them but could call out their nicknames.

What Australian A-League Rohan, French Ligue 2 Drogba, English League One Boateng, Danish Superliga Nørgaard, German 2. Bundesliga Lahm.

One resounding name after another.

Let the Joybean fans think: Chelsea will not win this match easily!

13th minute.

Li Kang, twenty-five yards from the goal, received a teammate's pass, ignoring the opponent's interference! The happy little rooster emitted brilliant light.

Physical balance greatly increased!

After a slight adjustment, he kicked a long shot!

The fastidious shooting posture left the blue-army fans frenzied.

Peng!

A super heavy cannon shot made Stamford Bridge erupt completely!

1:0!

!

"Beautiful!"

"The ball went in."

"Signature skill! Long-range heavy cannon!"

"Li Kang broke the deadlock! Helped Chelsea take the lead!"

In this historical period, due to changes in the tactical environment, the probability of scoring from long shots in the top five leagues is very low.

The true long-range shooting efficiency king is not those well-known heavy cannon shooters...

But Messi.

His long-range goal count is also far ahead in first place...

No.

Messi is not the long-range shooting efficiency king, but the true long-range shooting king.

18th minute of the match.

After Kanté completed a tackle in his own half, he passed the ball to Fabregas.

Stamford Bridge once again staged the "Fabregas-Costa link".

The football traced a beautiful arc in mid-air, eventually landing in front of Diego Costa.

The Hatzhen defender was knocked staggering.

The blue beast went one-on-one with the goalkeeper.

Scored in one go.

2:0!

!

28th minute of the match.

Chelsea's attackers threw the Hatzhen defense into chaos.

After a series of quick passes.

Li Kang played the ball with his heel.

The advancing Kanté, meeting the ball, fired a furious shot!

3:0!

!

The little black egg was overjoyed, excitedly tiptoed, and hugged Li Kang.

-【Going crazy.】

-【After the match against Manchester City ended, I still thought Chelsea's strength was just average, the defense had hidden dangers...】

-【How did it turn out? The team now plays like a cosmic squad.】

-【Deep Blue Li! Demon King! Dominate the Premier League!】

-【The star-studded final lineup's only major weakness is the goalkeeper position, equivalent to France's Lloris!】

-【Normal, Hatzhen's opening two wins were against lower-tier teams; facing this Chelsea in an open attack, aren't they being thick-headed?】

The match lost its suspense.

Li Kang was substituted out.

Azhaer took control of the situation and began an astonishing goal-scoring performance.

The Ha Zhen fans who had come from afar gradually saw their mood sink into a low point as the score gap widened.

After the match.

Ha Zhen boss Huo Yin'er did not lose his temper; instead, he personally went to the tunnel and shook hands and embraced the players.

Only two days remained before the summer transfer window closed.

Kuertwa could hold back no longer.

He urged his agent and Chelsea to make peace.

"Ms. Sika Ya, Kuertwa is willing to return to normal team training..."

"I believe Chelsea will realize the situation; Kuertwa is an indispensable key member."

"What? Sent down to the reserves?"

Du du du.

The phone was hung up.

The agent's expression went blank.

Kuertwa angrily kicked over the coffee table and slumped down in despair.

That night.

A transfer news story exploded across the internet.

"Official announcement: Buffon officially joins Chelsea."