Chapter 443: Massacre (Daily Transition)

The camera suddenly cut to the stands.

Messi's second son, Matteo, was excitedly raising his arms!

The surrounding spectators looked bewildered.

The media reporters immediately started drafting their stories.

"Messi's son is a Chelsea fan."

"Messi's son has liked Diego Costa since childhood."

"Messi's son is a Barcelona anti-fan."

The real reason is: Matteo likes to go against his brother and family; no matter who the opponent is, as long as they break Barcelona's goal, he will cheer, he will cheer for Real Sociedad's goals, and he will also cheer for Real Betis's goals.

Chelsea players gathered at the coaching bench, embracing in celebration.

Tuchel waved his hand, and Dino waddled out dragging a large tactical board.

"Barcelona's midfield defensive coverage has serious problems."

"Based on this period of the match, the coaching staff has drawn the following conclusions."

"After they lose possession, their formation will shift to a 4-4-2! Barcelona will maintain a period of high-pressure pressing; their transition to attack will directly skip the midfield organization step."

"Messi cannot limit his sprinting within ninety minutes; Barcelona's attacking phase relies too heavily on the two full-backs pushing forward to maintain width."

"Watch out for André Gomes's forward run on the right flank."

"Still the same saying: the best way to defend set pieces is to reduce fouls in our own defensive third!"

Clap clap clap!

Concise and to the point.

After putting forward several prerequisites, the solution approach had already appeared multiple times in training.

The head referee urged the players to return to the pitch.

Waves of huge boos sounded.

Diego Costa turned around, faced the stands, opened his arms, and smilingly "embraced" the Catalan fans' "greetings."

He then put his arm around Li Kang's shoulder, turned toward the Chelsea fans' stand, and firmly grabbed the crest on the front of his jersey.

In an instant.

The Chelsea fans' eruption of cheers instantly drowned out the boos.

Tuchel rested his chin on his hand and suddenly asked:

"Our two wide midfielders did not create an asymmetrical local advantage."

Dino's mouth twitched as he explained: "Boss, you said before the match that Barcelona would shift to a 3-4-1-2 to complete the two flanks' pairing, requiring our left and right sides to advance and retreat simultaneously, maintaining attacking and defensive width, and shifting to a five-back defense when defending position... Isn't our recent diamond-six-angle training ground aimed exactly at this problem?"

Chelsea's head coach's face turned red: "Cough cough, I overestimated Barcelona's flank matchup."

"Next, let Azpilicueta's side boldly push forward, shorten the distance between himself and Li, and maintain support!"

"Forget it, let Marcos's side push forward to help Li create more landing points for the Mismatch Bombardment!"

"Still no good, that Marcos guy's speed and dribbling ability are relatively weak..."

Dino: "..."

On the other side.

Valverde had a slight headache.

His in-game command adjustment speed is relatively slow.

Most head coaches who excel at taking the initiative possess this flaw.

The mineral water bottle in his hand was squeezed flat.

The Barcelona head coach has a headache.

"Chelsea's deployment really leaves people puzzled."

The game restarted with a center kickoff.

Suárez kicked off and passed back to Busquets.

Chelsea's midfield and forward players quickly launched a press.

Each of them was like they'd been injected with chicken blood, sprinting wildly.

Especially Diego Costa; this guy's trash talk teased the little black egg Umtiti until his face turned red and ears hot.

"There's nothing we can do; Barcelona no longer has the past's possession stability."

"They still have to start organizing the advance from the back..."

"This style of play is not at all Barcelona."

"Camp Nou has lost its soul."

"The Blaugrana have lost their own style."

"If Li Kang hadn't been sold in installments of one million to Leverkusen back then, how could they have fallen to this point?"

"Oh no! Paulinho's pass made a mistake! This Chinese Super League warrior can't maintain short-pass precision under high pressure!"

"Can't handle Kanté!"

"He's like a super midfielder in a football cartoon who can teleport at will; Earth is 70% covered by seawater, the remaining 30% is..."

Kanté intercepted the football.

In midfield, Bakayoko dropped back to hold position; the blue little giant can expand the front defensive range without fear alongside Li Kang!

Smack!

Immediately passed the ball diagonally to Li Kang on the left flank.

At the same time.

Chelsea's attacking players surged forward like a bulldozer, fiercely crashing into Barcelona's half.

Li Kang turned sideways to receive the ball.

While adjusting his body's inclination, he easily shoved aside Gomes who was trying to win the ball back.

He then pushed the ball forward to start.

He moved inward from the left flank.

The shadow energy in his mind had already been exhausted in the match against Manchester City, but it wasn't needed to deal with Barcelona's weak backline.

The night wind fluttered his clothing.

Accelerate again!

"Terrifying impact!"

"Li Kang directly drove the team's forward assault!"

"Barcelona didn't fall into chaos."

"The thirty-meter zone is where both sides' support points overlap in fierce battle!"

Diego Costa and Eden Hazard made crossing runs, cutting into Barcelona's last line of defense.

Azpilicueta and Marcos Alonso flew down the flanks, stretching the attacking width to the extreme.

N'Golo Kanté shortened the distance between himself and Li Kang, always ready to support.

David Luiz fixed his hair, then surged forward!

Sergio Busquets' brain raced.

He raised his hand to signal teammates not to provide help defense, and to focus on cutting Chelsea's vertical connections.

He then shuffled his steps to adjust his position.

He blocked Li Kang's front.

Come on.

La Masia number 4 position!

The next moment, Camp Nou was filled with gasps of astonishment!

"Emergency stop and flick!"

"Li Kang shook off Busquets!"

"He chose to go outside!"

Busquets froze for a second, his heart surging: he felt Li Kang knew his own defensive positioning better than he did.

From God's perspective, Barcelona's defensive spacing was loose.

Li Kang chose to push the ball forward again.

The True Eye burst forth.

"The double-team of Roberto and Piqué!"

"Still not passing!"

"A light touch with his left foot, Li Kang slipped through the gap!"

"Go inside!"

"Take four more steps, and he encounters the tracking-back Yinniesita!"

"Lateral dribble!"

"Take one small step forward! The passing space has opened up!"

"Heart-shaking!"

"La Masia discard, testing Camp Nou's back line!"

The deep blue stands erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Tuchel stared agape.

Valverde felt lost.

Smack!

The ball left Li Kang's left foot, spinning violently, arcing toward Barcelona's penalty area!

Above Barcelona's penalty area, a ferocious face leapt up.

"Diego Costa!"

"Overpowering Umtiti and Alba!"

Smack!

The ball's trajectory changed! It went straight to the top right corner!

Ter Stegen leapt up, making a flying save!

It was useless.

0:2!

!

The whole stadium erupted.

After landing, Diego Costa instinctively wanted to step on Umtiti's foot.

But he held back.

It wasn't necessary.

When Chelsea's dirty forwards face weak opponents, they always display a pristine, noble sportsmanship.

He turned and sprinted toward Li Kang!

"Another goal!"

"It's Diego Costa again!"

Li Kang again!

He scored twice, and assisted twice!

Chelsea went crazy!

Barcelona's defense was completely crushed!

Camp Nou's standing in Europe has been shaken tonight!

A La Masia castoff, single-handedly destroying Barcelona's defensive system!

Live broadcast room.

Bullet comments flying everywhere.

-【So handsome it's dumbfounding!】

-【Leisurely stroll, checking the back line!】

-【A grievance unparalleled in history, Enrique!】

-【Li Mingdeng: Upon arriving at Barcelona's back line, it feels just like home; Busquets, Pique, and Roberto all voluntarily make space for me.】

-【Cthulhu-style tulip push!】

-【No matter who coaches this Barcelona, they can't stop the La Masia number 4!】

-【Umtiti isn't bad; his opponent is Diego Costa, Barcelona's defense isn't seriously flawed, but they have to deal with the two big cores, Li Kang and Hazard.】

Camp Nou, west stand.

Amid the voices of tens of thousands, various mixed emotions are intermingled.

Joy.

Confusion.

Shock.

Anger.

The pinnacle dream of four dynasties.

Xavi's successor.

One million.

Installments.

Moments later.

In the end, the Chelsea fans' voices still prevailed.

"Lee！

"！

"eonChelsea！

"！

Li Kang felt his ankle was a bit uncomfortable.

Diego Costa and his teammates pulled him toward the corner flag area, expressions excited.

"Li, fortunately I met you!"

National team teammate.

Club teammate.

Aren't you waiting to win a grand slam?

【Detected increase in friendliness with this teammate.】

【Blue bond established: Deep Blue Beast Lv1!】

【Bond effect: your physical confrontation and balance with Diego Costa have slightly improved.】

【This effect only triggers when both are on the field simultaneously.】

The other side of the pitch.

Buffon stood in his own half, couldn't help glancing at the suit-clad Cech on the sideline, and also thought of Spain's national team keeper De Gea...

Ter Stegen angrily roared at the defensive teammates.

He didn't swear, but loudly analyzed the defensive issues.

Umtiti looked dispirited, torn inside: although Barcelona's defensive system doesn't suit him, his salary is high.

Yinniesita recalled Li Kang's recent steps and suddenly felt he really should leave the mainstream league.

Messi said nothing, silently placing the ball back at midfield.

VIP box.

The atmosphere was solemn.

Suddenly a voice sounded: "We should have used the 400 million transfer funds to bring Li back..."

"Shut up!"

Bartomeu looked defeated, his hair messy.

Could it be that Barcelona will plunge into a low point during his tenure?

Pitchside.

After Tuchel's wild celebration, his eyes carried a hint of confusion.

"Our tactical deployment lacks..."

Dino quickly comforted: "Boss, just get used to it."

The other side.

Barzagli's expression was torn.

He felt that when sparring with his master, he was still the 1974 version of Ke Zong who had adapted to modern tactical development.

Time passed minute by minute, second by second.

Messi could not guarantee sustained high-intensity single-point breakthroughs.

His physical stamina no longer allowed it.

Immediately, within different time intervals, he switched to a walking state, his steps alternating between dense and sparse.

Half-step Ball King realm.

The pinnacle of a single-core leading the team.

"Messi! A beautiful lofted pass!"

"Suarez!"

"Oh no, Buffon's positioning was perfect! He easily plucked this high ball!"

"..."

"Messi's sudden burst of speed!"

"The ultimate display of the three threats of passing, dribbling, and shooting!"

"A wonderful pass that changed the rhythm of Barcelona's attack!"

"Too bad! Andre Gomes kicked air! Cahill cleared in time!"

"..."

"Messi again!"

"..."

"Chelsea's counterattack!"

"He broke through behind Alba!"

"Wow! Azpilicueta's pass was of very high quality, a shame no one headed the ball in front of the goal!"

"..."

"Chelsea's counterattack again!"

"Hazard, shoot!"

"Ter Stegen completed his redemption! He this time blocked the blue team's offensive!"

"..."

"Chelsea took control of the match!"

"They besieged Barcelona's penalty area, launching a furious bombardment!"

"Camp Nou fell into desperation!"

"Is there anyone who can step up?"

Catalan fans are about to cry.

Barcelona's senior management remained silent.

Valverde was beset with troubles.

This is Barcelona's home ground, how come they look like a weak team? Besieged by Chelsea?

The one commanding the blue team is still a discard from La Masia!

Li Kang becomes the focal point of the front line, frantically creating killing opportunities!

Through balls, lofted passes, advances, long shots!

One shocking attacking segment after another made the Catalans tremble with fear, while Chelsea fans sang loudly!

Viewers in front of the TV were a bit dazed: who exactly is Chelsea? Who is Barcelona?

The scene looked as if a goal could happen at any moment.

Spinach was frightened into making multiple emergency blocks.

However.

Ter Stegen seemed to have swallowed a can of Viagra.

Extreme burst.

High save block.

Repeatedly defusing dangerous situations.

As the saying goes: a weak team produces gods when they go out.

Barcelona, having lost control, allowed opponents to easily threaten the goal.

The German goalkeeper also recently went crazy conceding goals over the past two seasons.

Midfield Mei stepped up again.

The 45th minute of the match.

Ter Stegen saved Diego Costa's long-range shot.

He then kicked the ball forward!

The red-and-blue legion launched a counterattack!

After two passes.

Messi received the ball on the right side of the penalty area, changed rhythm, and knocked Rüdiger off balance.

Little Black Egg did not give up.

After falling to the ground, he grabbed Messi's waistband with his hands.

Barcelona's number 10 stumbled and fell.

Beep!

The main referee blew the whistle.

He pulled out a yellow card toward Rüdiger!

"Barcelona got a great free-kick opportunity!"

"As expected, Messi will take it!"

"According to data from the past two seasons, Messi, Li Kang, Calhanoglu, Pjanic, William... these five players have the highest free-kick conversion rate."

"A terrifying figure of nearly 17%!"

"The five men who treat free kicks like penalties!"

"Messi's free kicks used to be ordinary; only starting in 2015 did they begin to show results."

"A few seconds later."

"Chelsea had set up a wall in the penalty area."

"Messi placed the ball."

"He looked at the goal and took a few steps back."

"Beep!"

"Short run-up!"

"His body arched like a bow!"

"Shot!"

"The ball arced like a rainbow, spinning rapidly, as if it could curve, going over the wall and flying toward the top right corner of the goal."

"Buffon anticipated the direction correctly."

"He launched himself in a dive."

"He displayed his terrifying wingspan to the world."

"But just as the ball neared the goal, it suddenly dropped!"

"Chelsea's net was torn."

"1:2!"

"!"

"Barcelona players immediately swarmed Messi."

"Holding the ball, they ran back to the center circle together."

"Catalan fans raised their arms and shouted."

"Camp Nou stirred up a red-and-blue wave again!"

"Hope."

"Catalan fans saw the hope of equalizing the score."

"In the VIP box, Barcelona's executives also became excited, spilling out words of praise; there was no trace of any sewer rats left."

"Messi!"

"Messi pulled Barcelona back from the abyss!"

"He created the free-kick opportunity!"

"He scored this free kick!"

"Camp Nou king!"

"One man alone battles the glittering stars on the shoulder of the blue giant beast!"

"The ball was placed back in the center circle."

"Both teams took their positions."

"Beep! Beep-beep~"

"The main referee then blew the whistle for halftime."

"Buffon hugged the guilty-looking Rüdiger."

"It looked like a father comforting his son:"

"It's completely normal, that's Messi after all."

"But he's just one person; in open play it's not that easy for him to threaten us."

"We're still ahead!"

"Hearing those words,"

"the Chelsea players' faces involuntarily showed smiles."

"the slight disappointment was also swept away."

"Li Kang walked slowly off the pitch, his ears filled with various Catalan and English."

"God's perspective red shrank."

"Is the tactical battle of this match difficult?"

"Not difficult."

"Tuchel completely suppressed Valverde."

"The only variable that can affect the match for Barcelona is midfield Mei."

"Returning to the locker room."

"Tuchel was not angry about conceding a goal."

"After all, the opponent's free kick was too much."

"He excitedly pulled over the tactical board, waving his arms and legs."

"The game is getting simpler!"

Barcelona's attack is very one-dimensional, and their defense is shaking and about to collapse!

If we seize the opportunity, the score could now be 1:6!

We have multiple advantages in one-on-one matchups!

The original defensive setup has already frozen Suárez and Paulinho.

This is a very simple match!

We must maintain the attacking momentum from the first half!

The magnetic flag was wildly flicked.

Chelsea's head coach carefully analyzed the opponent's weaknesses, wearing a confident expression.

Moments later, Morata was called to the side.

Don't worry, boss, I'm Barcelona's killer.

The fifteen-minute break ended quickly.

Both sides returned to the pitch.

At Noukanpudun, the noise resumed.

Chelsea made a substitution adjustment.

Morata substituted for Diego Costa!

This is a one-on-one substitution!

Barcelona also made adjustments!

Dembélé, substitute for Yinniesita!

Catalan fans cheered again!

Hope to equalize! Hundred-million man, Dembélé!

Dembélé did not greet his former Dortmund mentor Tuchel.

Leaving Dortmund's methods are similar to Courtois's.

This little black egg has suffered racial discrimination, repeatedly being insulted as a monkey and having bananas thrown at him.

But.

He also discriminates against Asians.

Osman, keep it up! On the Champions League stage, fully display your talent!

Ba'erweide loudly encouraged.

The second half match was even more intense.

Ba'erweide regretted.

He kept muttering to himself on the sidelines, face full of regret:

Oh dear!

Dembélé is too flashy! You wasted the chance! You spent half a day getting past Azpilicueta, what's the use? Barcelona's whole attack is in chaos.

Pass the ball to Messi!

Pass quickly!

Messi's position is better, why are you holding onto the ball?

It was intercepted!

David Luiz intercepted the ball.

Barcelona's frontline players quickly closed in, blocking the 'forward short pass' of the puffy-headed player.

The overall formation also shifted from 3-4-1-2 to 4-4-2!

It was useless.

Because Chelsea's front line at this moment has a top-tier withdrawing assist-type forward: Morata!

Morata timely withdrew to the midfield circle, perfectly creating a receiving point for a medium-distance pass for the puffy-headed player.

Smack!

After receiving the ball, Morata drifted to the left side!

Li Kang followed up forward.

Legendary link!

The two seemed to have telepathic understanding, repeatedly bumping walls, breaking through Barcelona's high press!

Tuchel clapped loudly.

Dino shouted excitedly: "Forwards must be used like this!"

Advanced to Barcelona's half, thirty-meter zone.

Morata returned to the striker position.

Hazard continued to link up with Li Kang.

The left-wing attacking group began to explode!

The other side.

On the right, Azpilicueta surged forward, providing a switching point!

Kanté was active on the attacking periphery, ready to protect at any moment.

Chelsea's ground siege was completely different from the first half!

Hazard is too fierce!

Shake off the defense and penetrate from the ribs!

Another lateral pass!

Molata's header... a layoff!

Li Kang makes a forward run!

A push shot!

Scored again!

Teershitegen is very unwilling, angrily pounding the turf!

Basa's defenders feel bitter inside.

They barely adapted to Diege Kesita's positional pressure in the first half.

Now they also have to face Molata's three-dimensional attack.

The Catalan chant at Nuokanpu vanished in an instant.

The hard-earned hope of equalizing was again extinguished by Li Kang's goal...

The live stream.

The big screen replays the attack process.

It looks both complex and simple.

-【Molata may be two-footed, but his functionality is super strong!】

-【Li Kang is a super wingman!】

-【When their positions get close, I can't tell who's the forward and who's the midfielder.】

-【I thought Basa could stage a comeback against the odds... but they got knocked silly again!】

-【Qieerxi's forward line is too rich: either Diege Kesita or Molata! The bench still has Peiduoluo and Weilian!】

-【It's a slaughter!】

After Molata hugged Li Kang, he picked up the ball, tucked it under his shirt, pretended to be pregnant, and rushed to the corner flag area.

That's right.

The former youngster is about to become a dad!

Li, score another one! I want twins!

What does your becoming a father have to do with Li?

Amid cheers and laughter from Qieerxi teammates, the celebration ended.

Ba'erweide trembled all over.

Basa players looked bewildered.

Qieerxi in the second half... their attacking methods are simply too terrifying.

On the sidelines.

Tuheer clapped loudly.

Dino looked delighted.

Diege Kesita excitedly punched Weilian: "My understanding with Li... is going to be surpassed by that kid Molata!"

Weilian immediately retaliated with a punch, saying: "Your shooting is more reliable than his! Li will definitely prefer you!"

The 60th minute of the match.

In the Barcelona-Chelsea melee, they gained a hard-won counterattack opportunity!

Suárez received Messi's pass in the front and sprinted.

He didn't run far.

Chelsea's defenders had already completed their positional recovery.

"Suárez has sacrificed a lot for Barcelona's system; he has lost speed due to weight gain."

"If it were back in his Liverpool days… this ball would just roll past and create a one-on-one."

Kanté intercepted the ball.

He immediately passed the ball to the afro-haired player.

David Luiz's long-pass ability is very strong.

Thud!

Again tore open Barcelona's high press.

Li Kang and Morata started simultaneously, shaking off Umtiti and Pique.

Legendary chain!

Ter Stegen one-on-two...

His body lost its balance during the ball's lateral pass.

He could only watch helplessly as Li Kang sent the ball into the net.

1:4!

!

Collapsed.

Barcelona was crushed.

Catalan fans were on the verge of tears.

Messi, feeling depressed, rolled on the ground.

With wave after wave of Chelsea's attacks.

New and old grudges were settled.

Chelsea's players were like wolves and tigers.

It seems as if they want to knock back all the penalty kicks that were missed due to a botched call at Stamford Bridge back then!

In the VIP box, Barcelona's executives trembled all over: the Spanish Super Cup has already been bloodily abused by Real Madrid with a five-goal scoreline... tonight they still have to face an even more terrifying massacre.

Four hundred million.

Four hundred million in transfer spending.

One million.

One million in installment income.

How should this account be calculated?

Finally.

Beep! Beep-beep~

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

Barcelona 1:7 Chelsea.