Chapter 448: So Great (Daily Transition)

-【In the last twenty minutes or so, not a single goal? I've taken off my pants—how am I supposed to pay the bill if I have no money!】

-【Morata Taba Shuyin, what a demonic striker.】

-【Even if you force-feed them the buns, they'll spit them out...】

-【Haha, so stupid—close-range one-foot explosive shot, the ball bounces off the post and hits his own face!】

-【Chelsea should buy Sterling; three of them would form a happy trident.】

-【Tuchel, in danger.】

The match ended.

Some extreme Tottenham fans went berserk, throwing miscellaneous objects, and ship-use smoke grenades sprayed out thick, pungent gas.

Under the night sky, White Deer Lane instantly burst into blooming patches of beautiful red light.

Stars glittered brilliantly.

The evening breeze carried a faint tipsiness.

The stands echoed with various curses.

Their targets weren't entirely Chelsea players; they also included the main referee, Anthony Taylor.

Security personnel began emergency evacuation efforts.

After Li Kang finished showering, changed into his sportswear, and walked out of the passage just a few steps, he was again escorted back into the passage by the coaching staff and teammates.

A chorus of rooster crows rang in his ears.

He turned his head.

In his field of vision, a happy little rooster quietly appeared, cheerfully chasing after him.

Why is Tottenham hated by all the Premier League clubs?

Let's not talk about the recent past for now.

Over a hundred years ago, because Tottenham's founder was Jewish, and several successive owners were also Jewish, they were not accepted by the English Football Association.

That was the late nineteenth century.

Setting aside religious issues.

Jews liked to lend money at high interest, also liked to collude with evil forces, oppress ordinary people, and inflate prices... all kinds of misdeeds, which provoked public resentment.

At that time, the English Football Association simply didn't want to deal with Tottenham.

Later.

An Austrian art school reject proposed a certain plan.

Later still.

The northeastern area of White Deer Lane became a refuge for Jews.

After many years.

Levy, in interviews, still liked to emphasize: both he and the club owners are Jewish.

This guy literally slapped a Jewish label back onto Tottenham.

Of course, their recruitment style also carries a distinctly Jewish flair.

If Levy didn't emphasize the "Jewish" label, it would be fine.

But this emphasis again provoked anger from fans of various clubs: "You lot of Jews, dare to racially discriminate against our players in daily life?"

Big nose gesture.

Throwing coins.

Spitting.

They used this traditional anti-Semitic behavior to insult you Tottenham.

The English Football Association was very passive; they could only symbolically state: "Anti-Semitic behavior is unacceptable."

So.

Even if Tottenham's fighting strength is strong, their commercial value is hard to boost.

Setting aside the club level, this group of Tottenham players is still quite good.

In the passage.

Toby and Verthongen actively embraced Hazard.

Sissoko touched Kanté's head.

The hostility in the match had long since vanished without a trace.

On the other side.

Buffon was accepting interviews from media reporters.

Face full of spring breeze, tone excited:

"Tonight is a milestone in my professional career—at 39 years old, as a goalkeeper scoring my first Premier League goal, this is a wonderful thing."

"Before joining Chelsea, I thought my responsibility would be very heavy, that I would undergo a journey full of difficult obstacles and hope, a splendid adventure! Result... you've seen it."

"Playing alongside Li, sometimes I always feel like I've become several years younger."

Post-match press conference.

Tuchel wore a stern expression, speaking seriously:

"Everything is under my and Li's control."

"We can think as one; I won't oppose any of his decisions on the pitch."

"The coaching staff and players get along very well; Chelsea's journey is a smooth path."

Reporters burst into applause.

Dino stared wide-eyed, turned his head, and looked in astonishment at the solemn-faced Chelsea head coach.

What happened to the promised tactical ideal?

What happened to the promised attention to detail?

How come you're becoming more and more like Tuop?

A moment later.

Pochettino entered the field, and when facing the camera, his expression was somewhat bewildered.

"Before the sixty-fifth minute of the match, before Li came off the field, I couldn't find any weakness in this Chelsea team."

Cobham Training Base.

Dino finished the post-match summary for everyone, and the players went their separate ways.

Kanté looked at him with admiration: "Li, you're too great—actually giving the hat-trick opportunity to a teammate. We will definitely work hard to help you break the record next!"

Captain Cahill also cast a look of respect at this moment.

Li Kang: "..."

At that time, he hadn't even thought that much—the penalty opportunity was still created by Pedro, and with the game already sealed by four goals, what was there to yield or not yield?

【Detected that this teammate's friendliness toward you has been achieved, bond established.】

【Blue Bond: Tower Lv1.】

【Your frontal defense and aerial ability with Gary Cahill have received a slight boost.】

【This bond only triggers when both of you are on the field simultaneously.】

Returned home on time.

Li Kang no longer watched match recordings of other opponents.

Instead, he watched replays of his own matches since joining Chelsea, and only when immersed in a lineup with no obvious weaknesses did he gradually understand Wenger's "first move."

The mechanical, cold electronic synthesized sound rang out again.

【Ding! Mission completed: Evenly Matched.】

【Mission feedback: You're too ruthless...】

【Mission reward: Tottenham Legend · Platinum Treasure Chest.】

A treasure chest emblazoned with the White Lily crest floated mid-air.

Li Kang did not look at the reward pool.

【Platinum Treasure Chest opening... Congratulations on obtaining: Bell's "Seven-Colored Auspicious Clouds" Module (Permanent Passive)】

【Between two points, Bell is the shortest.】

【Adductor muscles, lifelong enemy.】

【Charge for two hours, talk for five minutes.】

【Outside path overtaking, drainage ditch overtaking!】

【You lot on eating raw, one known thing.】

【Why is it that when I create opportunities myself, I still get sworn at and have my mother insulted by teammates as a machine woman?】

【Additional effect: Speed 90→99.】

【Module linkage effect: Greatly increases the trigger probability of the "Great Sage Descends" Module.】

【Additional negative effect: Your adductor injury probability greatly increases...】

【This negative effect has been negated by the "Blessing of the Thames River"!】

A sheet of warm white light enveloped Li Kang.

No negative emotions interfered.

Numerous fragments surged frenziedly into his mind.

October was approaching.

The Ballon d'Or selection gradually occupied the hot searches of major internet media.

FIFA President Gianni Infantino participated in the summit forum.

The topic naturally could not avoid the suspense of the Ballon d'Or.

"No suspense,"

"Li dominated last season, leading Arsenal to a treble, persisting through injury in the Champions League final, scoring 48 goals and 32 assists for the year! He is the best."

"He will definitely win the Ballon d'Or!"

"The act of voting is equivalent to transporting coal to Newcastle."

After the 16th century, Newcastle became England's coal capital, and this proverb means: carrying coal to the coal capital—superfluous effort.

The big bald man spoke with excitement, his spirit radiant.

Upon saying this.

Media reporters immediately sensed an unusual tone: this scene seemed familiar.

Great cross-dressing, stirring up hatred.

The interview video instantly surged to the hot searches of major internet platforms.

Comment counts, like counts, and share counts surged wildly.

-{【No more, Li Mingdeng's Ballon d'Or is gone! Familiar script!】}

-{【How could it be gone? He's the big core of the treble!】}

-{【You're too young—think back to Bayern's treble-winning core back then, what happened? Another superstar who emptied the four greatnesses won the Ballon d'Or! For midfield and backfield players to win the Ballon d'Or, it's hard upon hard!】}

-{【Can the super midfield core that conquered Europe not even win the Ballon d'Or?】}

-{【Refer to Zidane in 2000: single-handedly led his team to win the European Cup, French household register, yet still couldn't win the Ballon d'Or.】}

-{【2010 Sneijder:...】}

-【According to the script: the powerful exert pressure, Fabtino apologizes for his remarks, denies the Ballon d'Or insider information, then postpones the vote, and finally decides the Ballon d'Or winner based on goals in the World Cup qualifiers!】

-【Damn it, deciding the Ballon d'Or winner through qualifiers? My blood pressure is rising.】

-【No problem, if Li Mingdeng doesn't win this year's Ballon d'Or, this award will completely lose its credibility from now on.】

The Ballon d'Or selection event caused a huge uproar.

Major figures in the football world spoke up enthusiastically.

"【Beckenbauer: The Ballon d'Or needs to ensure fairness.】"

"【Wenger: The Ballon d'Or needs to ensure justice.】"

"【Kruyff: If Li doesn't get the Ballon d'Or, I believe the voters of that year are unfit to work in football.】"

"【Maradona: Screw your Ballon d'Or.】"

"【Pogba's brother: Li and Paul are the brightest twin stars of Europe's young midfield generation; he certainly deserves the Ballon d'Or.】"

There are still two months until the Ballon d'Or results.

The little assistant and Puma, leading various major sponsors, are busy beyond measure.

Eclipse.

Candlelight flickers.

The old-style speaker plays "The Song of the Volga Boatmen."

Abu hosted a banquet for all the coaching staff and Chelsea players, patting Li Kang on the shoulder and saying: "What's so good about that junk? I'll have someone make you dozens of pure gold toys to play with."

Speaking of which.

The Chelsea owner's true thought is: Screw you, want to steal the Ballon d'Or? Come try!

Now that a true Ballon d'Or winner has emerged, how could Chelsea and the English FA easily give up?

Li Kang smiled and shook his head.

He didn't take these matters too seriously.

Days passed one by one like this.

Tuchel still changes the complex field obstacle training mode every few days.

The coaching staff and teammates never mentioned the Ballon d'Or, but during training they subtly began "blood transfusion."

In the blink of an eye.

The Premier League match day arrived.

Chelsea hosted West Bromwich Albion.

The nightingale's talent tree is skewed.

It's skewed to the point of not resembling a football club.

They were honored last season: Medical and Science Team Award, Major Breakthrough in Sports Psychology, Major Reform in Nutrition and Diet, New Precedent in Emergency Treatment, Lowest Injury Rate in the Premier League, Lowest Severe Injury Rate...

What about their record? A string of consecutive losses.

Just a few rounds into the season, they had to start preparing early for relegation.

West Bromwich Albion's head coach is Tony Pulis, sharing a name with a distinctly characterized NPC from the GTA series.

Old Pulis feels bitter inside.

At the pre-match press conference, they felt the intimidating presence of world-class coach Tuchel.

The nightingale early set the match objective: a draw, to retreat intact from Stamford Bridge.

Stamford Bridge.

As quiet as a library.

A small portion of fans cuddled with young models, sipping fine wine in the stands while enjoying the match.

More fans were vigorously waving team flags, raising slogan banners.

"CTV5! CTV5! Good evening, viewers."

"Now broadcasting live to you is the 2017/18 Premier League seventh round."

"Chelsea hosting West Bromwich Albion."

"Blue Lions encounter the Nightingale!"

"Can West Bromwich Albion retreat intact like in a fairy tale?"

"Let's wait and see!"

"Now introducing the starting lineups for both sides."

"Chelsea's formation is 4-3-3!"

"Goalkeeper:..."

The match situation proceeded without incident.

Under Li Kang's organization and mobilization, the Blue Lions frenziedly tore into the Nightingale.

8th minute of the match.

"Great opportunity!"

"Hazard continuously shakes off defenders, cutting inside! Inside cut!"

"He can shoot now!"

"Eh? Why pass to Li Kang?"

"Beautiful!"

"Goal!"

Teammates enthusiastically dragged Li Kang to the corner flag area, gesturing for the fans' cheers to grow even louder!

In an instant.

The entire Stamford Bridge echoed with Li Kang's name.

23rd minute of the match.

Li Kang pulled left and pushed right, easily shaking off Bari, and delivered a lofted pass from the top of the penalty arc.

The ball floated lightly toward the right side of the penalty area.

Morata leapt high.

Header... layoff.

"What is this?"

"Why are you still passing the ball at this time?"

"Wow!"

"Goal!"

"Again, Li Kang, brace!"

"The Premier League stage isn't that easy to pad stats on; Chelsea should be more careful."

42nd minute of the match.

West Bromwich Albion gained a counterattack opportunity!

Chelsea's formation quickly retreated and took position.

Pa!

Buffon easily neutralized the danger, then launched a powerful hand-throw!

William received the ball in midfield...

Still passing the ball to Li Kang diagonally behind him!

Chelsea's number 10 instantly activated sprint mode!

"Fast!"

"Too fast!"

"The camera can no longer capture the amplitude of his leg swings!"

"Man and ball separated!"

"Li Kang passed the ball to himself two seconds later!"

"Soaring through clouds and mist!"

Li Kang dribbled into the thirty-meter zone!

Balotelli's phantom appeared in his vision.

Diwò Wèsīmī!

Before the opposing goalkeeper Foster closed in.

Peng!

A stunning, heavy long-range shot that shocked the four corners!

Once again pierced West Bromwich Albion's goal!

"Scored again!"

"Hat-trick!"

"Before halftime ended, Chelsea's 250 million pound man completed a hat-trick!"

"Another massacre!"

"The entire Chelsea squad seems intent on giving chances to Li Kang!"

"Stamford Bridge has nurtured a young version of Cruyff!"

Not just the team.

The coaching staff's thoughts were also highly aligned.

Tuchel gestured vigorously in the technical area, indicating that the players' "feeding" details could be perfected!

Finally.

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

The entire Stamford Bridge echoed with the hero's name.

"Lee

!"

"A heart-stirring match!"

"Five sons achieving success!"

"Night of records!"

"Li Kang became the sixth player in Premier League history to score five goals in a single match!"

"Unimaginable—what kind of monster... legendary superstar will this Chelsea team produce?"

Teammates lay panting on the grass.

Li Kang thought it unnecessary to deliberately "feed himself"... as it would slow the attacking rhythm and make the team's overall operation more rigid.

Tuchel handed over a towel, sternly: "You go rest in the locker room quickly."

Dino quickly echoed: "Exactly, in the next round against Manchester United, we can't play like this."

Madrid.

Spanish Football Association building.

Miniaño crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"Again trying to judge the Ballon d'Or winner through qualifying match goals?"

"Great!"