Chapter 449: Noob-bashing Scene (Daily Transition)

Before the match ended, Premier League media had already sparked discussion about Li Kang.

Five goals in a single match.

Laiyinkeer, as always, hysterically hypes things up, constantly bringing up talk like licking asses.

Alan Xile furrowed his brow, then immediately showed a contemptuous expression.

He solemnly said:

"Li will definitely break my goal-scoring record! I've become his fan."

"What a wonderful era; we should be fortunate, and there's still plenty of time to enjoy the legendary midfielder's splendid performance!"

Nei wei er: "..."

The French rebuttal, Alan Xile's Premier League single-season 34-goal record has been buried for 22 years, and no one has broken it yet.

Dinande added: "Li and Tuchel's tactics blend well, something all Premier League clubs should learn."

Stamford Bridge was like a surging blue sea.

All eyes were fixed on Chelsea's number 10 on the green pitch.

The hand in the private box that had been fondling a young model loosened at some point, turning into clapping sounds.

Both hands were really clapping.

Spiritual needs were temporarily satisfied; who still cares about carnal desires?

"eonChelsea!"

"!"

Ka xi er led the players in paying tribute to the stands.

Tuchel and Dino raised their arms and shouted.

Blue Army fans knew: another deep blue dynasty had quietly begun...

The story splits into two.

De he ya's in for a rough time.

Yun Tong Stadium, the ninety-minute battle ended.

The LED scoreboard in the air showed a score that broke Red Devils' hearts: Brighton 1:0 Manchester United.

Ma kui er gently analyzed the defensive error, while de he ya wanted to cry.

Bo ge ba strutted with a head of multicolored new hair, walking nonchalantly toward the tunnel.

Mu li ni ao's face was stern.

The two strong-willed master and apprentice, their conflict grew deeper.

Mourinho actually liked Pogba a lot; his initial advisory attitude was very gentle.

Fa guo xiao he dan was too lax, often zoning out during matches, after losing he'd post funny videos, and even publicly criticized Mourinho's tactics in front of the media...

Endure.

Mourinho really endured.

The older one gets, the more tolerant they become of young players.

"This kid just isn't very smart... a bit naïve."

In a few crucial matches, he benched Pogba, hoping this would make the little black egg see the light.

How did it turn out?

Manchester United's higher-ups were unhappy.

Manchester United's domestic fans were angry.

Frantic pressure: you spent a hundred million on a superstar talent, then benched him?

The master-apprentice conflict's key issue was the club's management being too chaotic, not giving Mourinho full internal decision-making authority.

"Manchester United's head coach is a very complicated position."

Does Mourinho actually dislike Pogba or not?

The answer is: he doesn't dislike him.

It's more like a teacher's frustration with a student who won't become steel.

Years later.

When the two met again, Mourinho took the initiative to shake hands and hug Pogba.

Mixed interview area.

Pogba, in sportswear and with a backpack, was immediately stopped by media reporters as he passed by.

The reporters fired off a series of questions: reasons for the loss, relationship with Mourinho, and comparison with Li Kang.

The French little black egg's face changed (though in fact you couldn't tell if it changed).

At this time his personality was innocent and lively, straightforward and pure.

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

"I really like Li; I don't know if this answer satisfies you."

Expression impatient.

Nor was his heart impatient.

Hmph.

Wait till I win the World Cup next year, then who cares about Mourinho or Li Kang...

Two days later.

Madrid Las Rosas Training Base.

A gentle cool breeze blew, making one feel very comfortable.

"Li, you finally came."

De Gea took off his gloves and ran over.

His expression was joyful, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

If Manchester United changed goalkeepers this season, the preseason would likely be tricked into producing a hilarious five‑minute blooper reel.

Muniain pressed down with both hands, urging the Manchester United goalkeeper to stay calm.

Bosque, belly protruding, chuckled: "Relax, our next opponent is Liechtenstein; we beat them 8‑0 last year, the match poses no difficulty."

Morata handed his luggage to the base staff.

Gazing at the training ground: Cazorla, David Silva, Yinniesita, Koke, Saúl, Yin Si Ke...

How could a match against a weak opponent feature the Euro‑champion lineup?

Even the Confederations Cup doesn't get this treatment.

Choosing which venue to use for the Spain national team's home match is a complicated issue.

Regarding stadium facilities and player relations, this involves

Anyway, in this historical period, going to Catalonia is impossible.

Bosque ultimately chose the Bernabeu.

"The Bernabeu last served as a national team home venue as far back as 2011."

"Forget the unpleasant things; tonight we will fight side by side."

In the locker room.

Ramos and Yinniesita loudly encouraged their teammates.

They did not receive an enthusiastic response.

Only De Gea nodded seriously: "I am happy."

The magnificent Bernabeu stadium resembled a white palace.

The cheers from the four stands were like a hymn.

Fans of the Yin Biliya Peninsula gathered here, ready to witness a goal feast.

"Good evening, friends."

"We are now broadcasting the 2018 World Cup qualifier."

"Spain versus Liechtenstein."

"Both sides' fighting spirit is questionable; last year's clash ended 8‑0."

"The Bullfighters Army have locked up first place in the group and will advance early."

"Liechtenstein has been eliminated early."

"Next, we'll introduce both sides' starting lineups."

"Spain's formation is 3‑6‑1!"

"Goalkeeper: De Gea."

"Defenders: Azpilicueta, Pique, Ramos."

"Midfielders: Li Kang, David Silva, Yinniesita, Fabregas, Saúl, Cazorla."

"Forwards: Yin Si Ke..."

"The forward line under a three‑center‑back framework!"

In the broadcast room.

The audience was stunned.

Is it necessary to unleash the ultimate forward line just to beat a pushover team?

Using a nuclear bomb to dig a mouse hole?

Liechtenstein's nickname is the 'Stamp Kingdom'; as of 2017, its total population was only 37,000.

How small is its land area?

You sit on the bus, and before you finish a cigarette, you're already abroad.

The people of this country are optimistic and resourceful.

In 1866, Prussia and Austria went to war.

The little stamp, caught in the middle, chose to join the Austrian side to avoid accidental harm.

And it dispatched an 80‑strong force to attack Prussia!

The result? They all came back—81 people...

That's right.

The little stamp even snatched a husband back home.

Li Kang stepped onto the pitch.

The evening wind brushed his black hair and the hem of his clothes.

【'Yin Biliya Hero' triggered!】

The match was without suspense.

Finally.

Spain 12‑0 Liechtenstein.

The ultimate forward line, firepower fully unleashed.

Li Kang scored nine goals in a single match, shattering the World Cup qualifier record!

His teammates swarmed him.

Muniain and Diego Costa walked off the bench, turned to face the stands, and raised their arms.

The response they got was a cheer like a landslide and tsunami!