Chapter 470: Charging (Daily Transition)

Li Kang rubbed his forehead.

Over the past half season, after enduring fierce battles, the shadow energy in his mind had almost vanished.

The television suddenly burst out with waves of cheers:

BBC commentators shouted wildly, "Guo guo guo guo~!"

Dortmund equalized the score.

Enrique angrily slammed the water bottle down.

Royce slid on his knees in celebration and fell.

Falv raised both arms, had taken only a few steps, then suddenly clutched his left calf in pain; this 60-year-old tactical master wasn't getting injured for the first time during a celebration.

Li Kang turned off the TV, picked up his phone, and replied one by one to messages from friends and family.

Nothing major happened.

Just Wo Le Er was bombarded.

Not long ago he proposed to the German Football Association: "German football is sick; the Bundesliga must give more playing time to domestic strikers; I hope the Bundesliga top scorer will be a domestic player."

That remark immediately drew fans' displeasure: "Sick? We are the reigning World Cup champions!"

Many media also dug up a series of racist actions against black people by Wo Le Er in his youth, labeling him a "narrow-minded nationalist."

Li Kang didn't care whether German football was sick or not.

He reposted an article supporting Wo Le Er on social media and also gave it a like.

Even a fart from the Ballon d'Or winner would attract worldwide attention.

Gradually.

Opinion in German football circles began to shift: "Wo Le Er's wife is Roman, his two sons are Italian, and the Ballon d'Or winner he nurtured is of Chinese descent—how could he be a narrow-minded nationalist?"

A few minutes later.

After Li Kang finished browsing a few girls' messages, he then turned off his phone and went to sleep.

As for Messi's repost of "Red-Blue Soul," he still hadn't looked at it.

That night.

News related to the Champions League round of sixteen quickly occupied the front pages of major sports media.

"Never-Fading Blue, Chelsea Storms Prince's Park."

"Irresistible Barcelona, Liverpool Defeated at Nou Camp."

"In the Post-Wenger Era, the Gunners Led Twice, the Hornets Equalized Twice, and the Emirates Stadium Ended in a Handshake."

"Super Saiyan! The Sea Clan Giants Trample Old Trafford."

Likes, shares, and comments surged wildly.

【Enrique you idiot, my four-fold accumulator was just missing Arsenal, and even that could be equalized by Dortmund?】

【As steady as Li Mingdeng, it still couldn't save the accumulator containing Enrique.】

【Enrique's set-piece skill is high, but his in-game command after taking the lead is prone to decision errors.】

【What a pity; whenever I see Neymar and Mbappé this CP lose, I feel heartbroken.】

【What heavy taste? I still prefer fanworks of Courtois and De Bruyne, hoping they'll unite as "dual swords" in the 2018 World Cup.】

【Bayern is awesome.】

【Li Mingdeng is awesome.】

Next morning.

The Chelsea squad boarded a plane and returned to London.

Diego Costa wore headphones, wearing a foolish grin.

"What is the real reason Courtois gave De Bruyne a green hat?"

"The Belgian resentful couple."

Kante instinctively shifted his buttocks, distancing himself from that peculiar-blue-army striker.

Morata gestured excitedly with Li Kang: "If I could get on the pitch, the game would be so simple."

Buffon wanted to tell a joke, but couldn't think of one at the moment.

After racking his brains, he decided not to bother.

Please enjoy the beautiful moments of the last few years of your career.

Time flows like water, never to return.

Chelsea's upcoming schedule is very tight.

On the weekend's Premier League match day, they host Arsenal at home.

In the midweek Champions League round of sixteen second leg, they host Paris Saint-Germain at home.

In between, there is also an FA Cup match.

Stamford Bridge.

Dino had just approached Abramovich's luxurious office.

He was immediately bombarded with questions.

"How can you let Li be so exhausted? He has too few rotations; even playing against a team like Oxford United, do you have to make him play the full ninety minutes?"

Dino wore a helpless expression.

Wanting Abramovich not to interfere in club affairs? Impossible.

Generations of coaching staff have summed up the experience: do not refute, listen patiently.

Meanwhile.

Li Kang and his little assistant rushed nonstop to Gelsenkirchen.

Ms. Shandela warmly welcomed.

No longer a professional smile, her tone sincere:

"Wo Le Er is our German team's great hero; how could he be slandered like that?"

No longer a professional smile, her tone sincere:

"Wo Le Er is our German team's great hero; how could he be slandered like that?"

"Li, thank you for stepping up."

Wo Le Er was the German team's main striker in his youth, contributing splendid goals in the 1986 World Cup semi-finals and final; his handsome, charming little moustache made countless girls swoon.

However.

Some fans also call him the king of diving.

1990 World Cup final: Federal Germany vs. Argentina.

The Battle of Tianwang Mountain.

The showdown at the pinnacle of the Forbidden City.

Some said Argentina was a depleted side, missing two attackers, but in the actual match, the substitute players' performance likewise gave hope to the Pampas fans.

The opening of the match took a somewhat subtle turn.

Wo Le Er became the most dazzling presence on the field, overshadowing the brilliance of the 'Three Horse Carriage' and the 'Ball King' Maradona.

He blew past Argentina's defenders in one-on-one duels, repeatedly winning the ball back to create chances, six shots on target, two one-on-one with the goalkeeper—he even sent wide balls that even Ibrahimovic's grandmother could score, all flying off target.

Enraged, head coach Beckenbauer loosened his tie.

85th minute of the match.

Wo Le Er fell in the penalty area, giving Federal Germany a penalty kick opportunity.

Bremer scored immediately, sealing the victory!

Maradona shed tears over Rome.

Federal Germany ultimately won the World Cup championship.

This was also the last time they lifted the World Cup trophy, as East and West Germany formally reunified a few months later.

They didn't linger on pleasantries.

Li Kang, guided by the staff, headed to the photo studio.

The big-bearded director was unusually excited.

"Li, my Ballon d'Or winner, I haven't seen you in almost half a year!"

In the midst of speaking, he eagerly pulled out a few Chelsea home and away jerseys.

Li Kang took the pen and skillfully signed his name.

The big-bearded director hastily stuffed the jerseys back into the backpack beside the small stool.

"Let's seize the time—time is money!"

The ad shoot content is very simple.

Li Kang held Ferstins's new winter beer, striking a few poses.

"Turn around!"

"Like holding the Ballon d'Or, hold the beer and turn slowly."

"Exactly, that's the feeling!"

"Leave the rest to post-production!"

"The final cut will be: the Ballon d'Or winner holding the beer, slowly turning atop a high tower, overlooking Europe."

The big-bearded director's expression turned grave; he directly copied the script from 'France Football'.

Anyway, the French wouldn't dare mess with the Germans!

The shooting work was stress-free.

Li Kang changed clothes only once.

Two hours later.

Li Kang took the elevator to Ferstins's reception lounge.

The little assistant eagerly pulled a football out of the suitcase, hinting that Li Kang should go to Claudia's office.

He then plopped onto the sofa and began negotiating the advertising renewal contract with Ms. Shandela.

The Ballon d'Or winner's endorsement must come with extra pay.

Even if he someday becomes Ferstins's son-in-law, he must still get extra pay.

Li Kang met Claudia.

After not seeing each other for half a year, the German girl had gained a little weight, her complexion was rosy, and her hair shone with luster.

He passed the football over.

It was the commemorative ball from his hat-trick in the World Cup qualifiers.

When one's body is well, one's mood is also good.

Claudia laughed as she took the football and held it in her arms.

Behind her, display cabinets glittered with crafts and commemorative balls.

Night fell.

Li Kang and the little assistant rushed back to London nonstop.

Energy abounded.