Chapter 468

Azar and Li Kang high-fived and embraced.

Other teammates, due to their overly aggressive defensive recovery, could not gather at the celebration spot immediately.

After the second half of Mu, spectators found it hard to see the ball king actively recovering defensively during the attack-to-defense transition.

During the team's two-hour free training session, only he would stand in place, dazed.

The Chelsea fans traveling with the team erupted in cheers.

"Lee!!!"

"Hazard!!!"

So happy.

The front line possesses two top-tier "pass-stop-carry" roles that can coexist.

Such roles bring strong visual impact.

Even if you let a female classmate who never watches football see, she could notice these players' uniqueness on the green field:

Setting aside the top stars of the five major leagues, Omar from the UAE Pro League, Zahavi from Guangzhou R&F, Yin Guanghe from Yanbian Funde, and Teslas from Jiangsu Suning are all "fireflies in the dark" on the green field, greatly enhancing the match's watchability.

The female classmate would surely clap and say: "Awesome, awesome."

Main stand.

Paris fans are very angry.

Li Kang blew them up in the Euro Cup semi-final.

On the Champions League stage, do we still have to be bullied by this kid?

We spent four hundred million in the summer window!

Four hundred million and still get eliminated in the Champions League round of sixteen?

Does this reasoning hold?

Paris Saint-Germain players quickly adjusted their mindset.

Neymar was not discouraged, actively communicating with Verratti and others.

Cavani waved his arms, lifting teammates' spirits.

Mbappe ran to the net area, lifted the ball, and silently walked back to the center circle.

Emery's hair was disheveled, he gestured excitedly, making a final all-out adjustment.

Being one goal behind allows for patient counterattacks.

Being two goals behind requires showing momentum.

We can afford to lose.

But having spent four hundred million, we must lose standing tall.

Live stream room.

Happy Bean players saw the dawn of hope.

They repeatedly teased Azar with kind words.

Chelsea fans of this era would not refute much, because aside from the "kicking ball boy" incident, Azar mostly displayed excellent sportsmanship on the field.

Disliked stars would not even be teased.

【Congratulations! Third person in the world, five years later! Finally scored the second goal in Champions League knockout stage!】

【Five years later! Champions League knockout stage: 2 goals, 0 assists!】

【Knockout stage goal count trails Ramos, assist count trails Neuer.】

【Must be that the hamburgers eaten weren't enough.】

【Is it strange? Azar's 15-16 season league, 31st round starter also only scored 4 goals—different roles, he's not a pure striker, and is relatively unselfish.】

【Haha, you little dark ones, don't show off—believe it or not, Azar could score five best goals in Champions League this season?】

Sideline.

Substitute bench players fell into celebration.

Tuchel sat on the coach's bench, appearing profoundly inscrutable.

"Paris's ball-playing ability from the back is weak."

"But their front-line core is easily capable of launching a complete attacking chain."

"No problem, Li is directing Kanté and Bakayoko; he will solve this."

Dino's mouth twitched involuntarily.

In on-field command, is there a difference between Chelsea's head coach and Leverkusen's head coach?

Midfield restart.

Cavani kicked off and passed back to Verratti.

The latter is naturally gifted, enjoys smoking, drinking, clubbing, and playing with young models in daily life, yet is still regarded as "Pirlo's successor."

Half a year ago he was still demanding to join Barça, but Barça temporarily regretted it.

"Verratti's dribbling ability is too poor!"

"Passing errors occur!"

"Fortunately, Alves's forward insertion speed is fast enough, preventing the ball from going out!"

"Paris is launching a full-scale attack!"

"Even if we equalize, we can still see hope for a comeback in the second leg!"

Full-force attack.

Kurzawa and Kim Pengbei pressed forward, symmetrical with Alves on the other flank, widening the attacking width.

Neymar shifted to the central position.

Sanba No. 10 big core!

Draxler and Paredes maintained a distance from him, ready to support at any moment.

Cavani pressed at the very front of the formation.

Mbappe drifted outside the attacking group, seeking more open space.

In the home stands, blinding red light and white smoke erupted.

Paris fans screamed hysterically, cheering on the warriors on the field.

The blue beast ravaging France, welcome our counterattack!

It's useless.

Li Kang and Kanté turned and sprinted back, repeatedly disrupting the opponent's attacking chain.

Two midfielders with wide coverage and top-tier tackling ability, like two flying giant scissors, snapped and severed Paris's midfield-forward connection.

Fabregas disappeared.

Bakayoko dropped back to dig in.

He felt his decision to join Chelsea was truly brilliant!

Monaco's shattered dark horse squad—his own situation was the best!

I can form the "Despair Great Wall" with Li Kang!

Time passed.

The CNM combination did not sit and wait for death.

Neymar went into overdrive several times.

Mbappe got two chances to carry the ball forward, but failed to turn them into explosive threats.

"Paris's technical director - Westlop said: Mbappe's physical development is not yet complete."

"Over the past half-season, he has grown one centimeter taller."

"His shoulders and muscles are still developing."

"The club's nutrition expert predicts: he will reach peak physical condition at age 21."

"Now he still looks slim, with narrow shoulders and insufficient upper-body strength."

"But compared to last season, Mbappe's footwork has improved significantly!"

Minute 72 of the match.

Chelsea's thirty-meter zone in the first half.

Kanté intercepted Verratti's pass!

He immediately passed it forward to Li Kang.

Could not break through.

His position in open play was more withdrawn.

Paris's high defensive line was very solid; Thiago Silva and Alves quickly adjusted their defensive positions.

The gap was still long.

Li Kang did not foolishly charge straight ahead.

He accelerated diagonally toward the flank.

While waiting for William and Hazard's runs.

Li Kang slowed his pace, raised his hand, and pointed.

Kroos's phantom flickered briefly.

Pa!

The football left his left foot, lightly falling toward Paris's left half, with a fast and flat trajectory.

The Ballon d'Or winner, with every gesture, displayed masterful poise.

If the breeze along the Seine weren't so foul, this would be a wonderful viewing experience for the audience.

Hazard, sprinting, did not look back, his whole body lightly leaping.

Using his "back" to absorb force and play the ball.

"Beautiful!"

"Paying homage to Ronaldinho!"

"Will Hazard break his own invisibility curse in the Champions League knockout stage?"

"William!"

William's attacking awareness is very sharp.

Before Li Kang's pass, he went wide, stretched the width, making it hard for the opponent to judge the attacking direction.

After Li Kang's pass, he diagonally inserted into the center, shortening the distance to the support point, becoming the finisher.

This grasp of sprinting path is very subtle.

The balance between flank and central spacing.

Everything is the running detail Conti extracted from the Samba magic wing last season.

"Thiago Silva is coming after him."

"Alves's recovery speed is also very fast!"

"William, don't hesitate!"

Peng!

The afro trembled in the wind.

The Samba magic wing kicked and fired a shot.

The football flew towards the upper left corner of the Paris goal.

The Philippine goalkeeper did not become a background board this time; he leapt up and caught the ball!

After landing, he immediately got up.

He threw it to Alves, who had come back to defend.

"A transition attack within a transition attack."

"Counterattack."

"In this situation, it is easiest to lose the ball."

"At this moment, neither side's formation can be restored immediately."

"Neymar received a pass from his teammate."

"Cool!"

"After performing a fancy move in place to shake off Fabregas, he delivered a lofted pass!"

"Who says Samba football skills will slow down the attacking rhythm?"

"Mbappe!"

Mbappe stopped the football on the right side of the penalty area.

Rudiger lunged forward with his whole body.

The French genius lightly flicked the ball.

He dug his studs into the turf, and in an instant burst forth with terrifying speed.

Ninja Turtles, stunning the Prince of Paris Park!

David Luiz and Bakayoko timely retreated back into the penalty area.

Cavani ran towards the back point, approaching the far goalpost position, raising his hand to ask for the ball.

Everyone unconsciously held their breath.

Mbappe did not pass.

A feint and a hook.

He shook off Bakayoko.

He kicked and shot!

Thud!

The football grazed the post and flew out over the baseline.

Buffon let out a long sigh of relief.

"How could this not go in?"

"How could Mbappe's performance in the World Cup qualifiers be so outstanding, yet once back at his club, his shot conversion rate become so low?"

"All the actions before the shot were completed very well!"

"In tonight's attacking battle, the difference is just a goal."

"There is still time. Paris is already very close to scoring."

【Anxious to death, can't we let Paris score one goal?】

【My 3:4, ruined by you guys.】

【Bakayoko's trousers are really good, they haven't split.】

Cavani stamped his feet in anxiety.

Mbappe received the football from a young ball boy, then threw it to Buffon.

Neymar lifted his jersey and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Gaining weight, dropping back in position, from a finisher becoming a number ten organizer. The transformation process is difficult.

Thiago Silva sat down on the turf, panting heavily.

Sideline.

Tuchel clapped loudly and laughed: "Still, my Chelsea is the most suitable for Li."

Dino nodded seriously, indicating agreement.

Paris's attacking firepower is very strong, but several top stars' attacking thoughts are not unified enough.

Resource allocation will produce inevitable objective contradictions.

As strong as Draxler, standing behind Mbappe and Neymar, he is invincible against weak teams, but when facing tough matches, he always becomes an invisible man.

The Paris fans' curses gradually shifted onto their own players.

The fourth official on the sideline raised the LED number board.

"Chelsea made a second substitution adjustment."

"Captain Cahill, substituted for Bakayoko."

"In this case, Chelsea's formation should revert to 4-3-3."

"In this match, Bakayoko's defensive pressure in the midfield is very great."

"Limping off the field"

"In the first half, he was shaken by Di Maria; in the second half, he was broken through by Neymar."

Cahill stepped onto the green pitch, gesturing with his hands, conveying the coaching staff's intentions.

Li Kang understood implicitly.

The team's attack and defense resources began to adjust and tilt.

He bent over to adjust his shin guard slightly.

The camera happened to give him a close-up.

The audience inexplicably had an illusion: this kid had taken off the dozens-of-pounds sandbags tied to his legs.

84th minute of the match.

Verratti finally managed to shake off Diego Costa's entanglement.

He was about to deliver the pass to Mbappé.

The time for adjusting his motion before the long pass was somewhat slow.

Smoke, alcohol, and women had long since hollowed out the body of Pirlo's successor.

Chelsea captain Cahill, striding forward with long legs, thrust out.

"A defender pushed into midfield."

"The suppressive effect is too obvious."

Verratti lost control of the football.

Fabregas, who had been invisible the entire second half, touched the ball once.

The football rolled along the turf, tracing a curved trajectory.

It went around to Li Kang's front.

Pa!

Another touch of the ball.

A scalpel-like long pass! It tore apart Paris's high defensive line.

Hazard twisted his big buttocks, received the football, suddenly accelerated, and tried to squeeze past Thiago Silva beside him.

Couldn't squeeze past.

Couldn't squeeze past two years ago.

Still can't squeeze past now.

His league nemesis is Manchester United's Herrera; his Champions League nemesis is Paris's Thiago Silva.

"About to be forced out of bounds!"

"His position is completely blocked."

"Too much delay—Paris's majority of players have completed their defensive recovery and positioning."

A few seconds later.

Paris reshaped their defensive formation.

Alves rushed to catch up, forming a double-team with Thiago Silva.

A familiar scene unfolded:

Hazard's body suddenly trembled, as if activating a cheat: "the more opponents around, the stronger the attributes."

He flashed and twisted.

Found space to pass the ball.

"Beautiful!"

"Hazard still managed to pull the ball out in the tussle."

"A gust of black wind blew past."

"Rüdiger."

"The flank-support tactic of the super fast horse!"

"He received Hazard's pass and headed toward the baseline."

Although Rüdiger's explosive burst isn't as fast as Mbappé's, his long-distance running speed is terrifying.

He came from a full-back background.

Since childhood, he's been an Arsenal fan, idolizing Wenger.

Unfortunately, his ball protection isn't like Henry's.

He charged to the vicinity of the baseline, his peripheral vision catching a black-haired figure.

He decisively passed the ball over.

"His passing awareness is excellent."

"He didn't give it to Diego Costa and William, who were surrounded."

"He was looking for Li Kang."

"But the quality is too poor—mountain of knives ball!"

"And there's still a ground bounce."

Li Kang was also surrounded.

He rushed at maximum speed into Paris's dangerous zone.

Verratti and Paretes tightly clung to him.

He extended his left foot.

He tapped the football in a state of frenzy.

The shadow in his mind wildly spread.

After his foot landed, his waist and abdomen exerted force.

His body surged forward violently!

Hanging from his waist were the heads of Pirlo's successor and the Argentine midfielder!

The audience was stunned.

What the hell?

Drogba single-handedly taking on two Söderbergs?

Emery stared in disbelief.

Tuchel's expression was dazed.

Mbappe looked envious.

Areola could not imagine what he was about to face.

"He can lift mountains, his spirit overwhelms the world!"

"Wow!"

"He can even use a cow's tail!"

"Dragon swings its tail!"

Ronaldinho's phantom suddenly appeared.

Li Kang shook off the two Paris midfielders entangling him and charged into the penalty area.

Facing Kimpembe's direct interception.

Shifted his center of gravity to the left.

Tapped the ball with the outside of his left foot.

Then tapped it back with the inside of his left foot.

In the flash of lightning and stone, the spectators thought he was just making a sidestep move.

The ball passed.

He also passed.

Facing the goalkeeper directly.

Pushed and shot to score.

Areola completed the squatting save motion, but his crotch felt the gentle caress of the wind.

0:3!!!

"A goal that killed the match's suspense!"

"Violent aesthetics."

"Bulldozer-style crushing of the defense."

"Shining France!"

"With the advantage of three away goals, Chelsea has one foot in the Champions League quarterfinals."

VIP box.

A group of Middle Easterners wearing headscarves, clapping excitedly.

Can money buy happiness?

Of course it can!

"We need to think carefully about how, through Li, to help create a more perfect foundation for the 2022 Qatar World Cup!"

"No need to worry about this issue, unless Li withdraws from the Spanish national team!"

Sideline.

Emery, hair disheveled, sat back on the coach's bench, lost in spirit.

Tuchel and Dino raised their arms and shouted!

"Boss, our attack just now seemed a bit sluggish!"

"Perfect, Rudiger's pass was perfect, Li's goal was even more perfect!"

As the match continued, with players' stamina declining and movements distorting, the scene reverted to the opening chaotic scramble.

Finally.

The main referee blew the whistle for the full-time end.

Paris Saint-Germain 0:3 Chelsea.

Players from both sides simultaneously lay flat on the turf, too exhausted even to argue.

Distant Madrid.

Modric at the computer, brows furrowed.

A gust of wind blew from outside the window, swaying the curtains.

Several pages of draft paper on the desk scattered onto the floor.