Chapter 473: Ultimate Ground-Skimming Slash (Daily Transition)

London Bridge shimmered with colorful lights under the night sky.

The Thames River looked as if it were wearing a British queen's colorful skirt.

"Rainbow Old Lady".

"The Other Side of the Coin".

People on the riverbank slowed their steps, listening attentively, and could faintly feel the passionate vigor bursting from far-off Stamford Bridge.

"Next, let me introduce the starting lineups for both sides."

"Chelsea lined up in a 4-2-3-1 formation."

"Goalkeeper: Buffon."

"Defenders: Azpilicueta, David Luiz, Cahill, Rudiger."

"Defensive midfielders: Kanté, Fabregas."

"Attacking midfielders: Hazard, Li Kang, William."

"Forward: Morata."

"Is the 4-2-3-1 formation the most balanced, offering both attack and defense?"

"No, it depends on the players' individual styles; for example, this starting lineup certainly does not have the traits of a traditional balanced formation."

"Just now I checked the Premier League scorer list—Salah, Li Kang, and Kane have left everyone else far behind."

"For the temporary Champions League scorer list, Salah, Firmino, and Li Kang have also left everyone else far behind."

"Really? Is Liverpool that strong now? I thought their main striker was Benteke!"

"Paris Saint-Germain lined up in a 4-2-3-1 formation!"

"Goalkeeper: Areola."

"Defenders: Alves, Thiago Silva, Kimpembe, Kurzawa."

"Defensive midfielders: Motta, Verratti."

"Attacking midfielders: Mbappé, Neymar, Di María."

"Forward: Cavani."

"Is Paris out of players? Let 35-year-old Motta start."

"His form this season has been solid; aside from declining physicality, he gets more monstrous with age, and even the young fresh meat can't compete with him."

"Who is Motta?"

"He's the pioneer of the Barcelona breakup trend."

"He's the male lead in the Busquets face-covering incident."

"He's the prototype of a novel's male lead, young Motta versus Zidane."

"He spent his youth in Juventus' academy, was a La Masia transfer student, became Barcelona's starting midfielder at 18, suffered a serious injury at 20, returned as a starter at 23 to win the Champions League, got injured again at 24, at 25 his injury wouldn't heal and he was sold for 1.5 million euros to Atlético Madrid, later became a free agent, joined Inter Milan at 27, in the semifinals twice turned defense into attack to break Barcelona, and is the core midfielder of Inter Milan's treble-winning side."

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The match officially began.

Paris Saint-Germain had possession.

Cavani kicked off and passed the ball back to Motta.

Motta is a 'Van Gaal-improved number 4 position,' with attribute points leaning toward individual traits, becoming a super-supportive pivot.

Van Gaal had improved the La Masia number 4 position twice; one version's product was the 'decentralized' Motta.

He believed few later players could possess Cruyff's mind; this adjustment greatly enhances players' adaptability across different frameworks, allowing them to thrive even outside the Barcelona system.

A king of midfield capable of adapting to any team and excelling in the transition-to-attack phase.

But indirectly, this also made Motta's ability to launch autonomous attacks from the defensive zone the most mediocre in historical data among number 4 positions.

Xavi's career path was different.

In his early years with the youth and first teams, he always played the 'La Masia orthodox number 4 position.'

Old Van Gaal couldn't perform major surgery on him.

No matter how you change it, it's just not suitable.

Later, Spain's youth team coach Iñaki Sáez, in the 1999 World Youth Championship and the 2000 Sydney Olympics, had Xavi try a more advanced positioning.

Many years later, it became the story of Guardiola and the 'Haibubu' trio.

Paris Saint-Germain played very smoothly tonight.

The passing lanes were very reasonable.

They had advanced into Chelsea's half.

They lost the ball.

They won it back again.

Time ticked by second by second.

The scene was somewhat dull.

Motta patiently orchestrated Paris Saint-Germain's buildup.

But the football kept being knocked out of bounds by Chelsea players.

Paris Saint-Germain, pressing aggressively with a determination to reverse the situation, felt like a punch striking the Thames River.

Tuchel's right hand would occasionally press down, signaling his players to suppress the opponent's rhythm.

VIP box.

Abramovich anxiously scratched the back of his hand.

"Why do we keep letting the opponent have possession? Why do we keep kicking the ball out of bounds?"

Technical Director Qie He, hurriedly explained: "The coaches of both sides had different strategic tendencies at the opening time point; we led by three goals in the first leg, so there's no need to rush."

A Bu interjected: 'I certainly know!'

Qierxi's managerial change speed is very fast.

Even if you win the championship, satisfying the club's objective needs, you also have to satisfy the boss's spiritual needs. For example, Mu Yiqi, after young Robben's return, still needs to play gorgeous, smooth attacking football.

The 16th minute of the match.

Da Balixi finally obtained the opportunity to speed up.

"A'erweisi passed the ball to Nei ma'er."

"The tempo suddenly picked up!"

Qierxi's midfield barrier formed a four-man defensive matrix.

After gaining weight, Nei ma'er never plays fancy tricks in adverse situations.

Shield the ball and turn.

Forcefully push aside Fa bu lei jia si.

Dribble diagonally to the left!

Then suddenly stop, step sideways, twist the waist, bend the knees, sink the shoulders, then burst in the opposite direction, accelerate to break free!

"The footwork is too fancy, everything happened too fast."

"Fancy yet not losing simplicity."

"There are many support options around."

"Kante's frontal interception!"

Nei ma'er did not entangle with the French little black egg, nor did he pass a safe ball backward to transfer pressure to teammates.

Joining Balisheng'erman is to become the team's core!

Must shoulder the responsibility of breaking the deadlock.

Pa!

Nei ma'er dodged and weaved, creating a passing angle.

The ball lightly lofted over Qierxi's defense!

Straight into the left side of the big penalty area.

"Mabapei, he's the left-wing Mabapei!"

Da Balixi's '400 million folly' is actually somewhat contradictory.

Nei ma'er and Mabapei are both left-wing players.

In ordinary matches, the young little black egg has to play on the right wing, after all, in the process of forming the autonomous attacking chain, crossing over to the other flank is still too slow.

Aimeili, after losing the first-leg showdown, painfully reconsidered and redeployed the forward line formation.

Bullet comments flew across the screen.

【If Nei ma'er casually transferred to a top Premier League team, would his threat as an attacking core be stronger?】

【His dad wouldn't agree, Da Balixi offers more money.】

【Nei ma'er has the most endorsements this year, 38, but the endorsement fee is only one-third of Messi and C Luo's, all picked up by his dad, angering the NR agency team.】

【His dad accepted an underwear ad, requiring Nei ma'er to show his underwear during the match.】

Mabapei brought the ball down.

For a moment, he couldn't adjust his body's inclination.

Because A si pi li kui ta's reaction was equally quick, he quickly pressured the genius little black egg.

"Ku er zha wa's overlapping run was very timely."

"Mabapei pushed the ball forward."

"Bali full-back then made a lateral pass."

"The ball swept to midfield."

"Attacking space has opened up."

"Ka wa ni laid the ball off with his back to goal."

"Nei ma'er's forward run."

Balisheng'erman on the edge of a cliff, morale soaring like a rainbow.

Peng!

Nei ma'er kicked and shot!

The ball whistled and struck Ka xi er's buttocks!

Sitanfuqiao was filled with cheers.

Bali possesses a top-tier attacking force, Qierxi's defense is equally not to be underestimated.

The ball lost control.

Bounced toward the right half.

Fa bu lei jia si and Mo ta seemed to have predicted its rolling trajectory in advance.

The masterpiece of two generations of Lamaxiya youth training unfolded, opening the first head-to-head clash of the night.

Result

Nobody touched the ball.

The former deliberately let the ball slip, the latter waited for the moment to kick.

The ball bounced recklessly through Fa bu lei jia si's crotch.

A black shadow with an afro hairstyle shot across the right half.

"William!"

"Galloping on horseback!"

"Paris Saint-Germain must quickly organize their positional defense!"

William dribbled the ball forward past the midfield circle.

He slowed his steps, leaning his body.

Smack!

The ball skimmed the grass, leaping toward the left half.

Li Kang surged forward.

While running, he trapped the ball with his left foot.

"No extra adjustments needed."

"One stop, one trap—so suave."

"The ball seemed like part of his body."

At Stamford Bridge Stadium, the home fans erupted in wave after wave of deafening cheers.

From God's perspective.

All around the stands, countless blue sparkles rose, converging in midair into blue rivers.

Power of Faith.

"Paris fans need not worry too much."

"Thiago Silva learned from the first leg's lesson and intercepted head-on."

"Teammates' defensive support was in place, blocking the connection between Li Kang, Hazard, and Morata."

"Verratti will also chase up shortly."

"The overall formation's defensive recovery efficiency is too high."

"Li Kang was isolated and unable to advance into the thirty-meter area."

Li Kang slowed his steps.

He adjusted his footing.

【Blue Angel (Legend Module) triggered.】

【All Power of Faith has been consumed.】

【Energy manifestation strengthening】

Accompanied by a young beast's low growl.

In Li Kang's vision, a blue phantom coalesced.

Number 10 jersey.

Messi.

"I'll give you two buns!"

Thiago Silva, Verratti, and Kimpembe formed a double-team.

They were about to shrink the defensive spacing to complete the strangulation.

Li Kang's movements completely overlapped with Messi's phantom.

The next moment.

Everyone was stunned.

Thirty meters from the goal.

Under the interference of three defenders.

Li Kang, in the left half, readied his left foot.

Hazard looked astonished.

Morata's gaze was dazed.

The Paris defenders were bewildered.

Thud!

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

A black streak, like a blade, pierced Paris Saint-Germain's defense.

The ball skimmed the grass, sweeping toward the right side of the goal.

Areola quickly made a save, to no avail.

The Filipino goalkeeper watched the ball's trajectory, doubting life: how did it roll into the penalty area and still bounce twice?

The net was lifted upward by the rolling ball.

1-0!!!

Stamford Bridge instantly erupted with cheers like a collapsing mountain and tsunami.

"Beautiful!"

"Goal!"

"Reverse ground-cut!"

"The broadcast tech graphic showed the distance between him and the goal: 31.85 meters!"

"Left half, left foot, far post, 31.85 meters, ground-cut, bounce—these terms together violate fans' common sense."

"Unbelievable."

"Shocking to the world."

"Beyond imagination."

"The aggregate score reached 4-0, the qualification suspense dwindling, but there is still plenty of time left in the match for Paris Saint-Germain."

Live broadcast room.

The big screen replayed Li Kang's goal from various angles.

Bullet comments flew across the screen.

【Terrifying!】

【I thought this ball would be passed to Morata.】

【The shooting posture is too handsome.】

【Reverse ground-cut! Even the Paris defender couldn't imagine kicking like that with his butt!】

【I thought Messi's ground-cut compilation was already invincible under heaven, didn't expect someone to be as brave as him!】

【Cahill used his butt to block Neymar's shot, then utilized the ball's rebound to forcefully create this counterattack; Fabregas slipped, William made a wide shift, Morata and Hazard opened up the attacking space, and Li Kang struck decisively!】

Li Kang spread his arms in place.

Teammates came one after another, excitedly scratching his black hair.

Belenuta teacher once said: 'If you don't know what celebration move to make, let the teammates celebrate.'

The whole Stamford Bridge was echoing the hero's name.

This time there was no appearance of a vast blue star river.

Only a few specks of starlight drifted slowly.

Gradually.

Not a single drop remained.

The home fans' Power of Faith this week was emptied again.

Thirsty.

Everyone at Chelsea felt thirsty for European honor.

Last season they didn't play in the Champions League; now they have almost made it into the quarter-finals list.

"Li, I knew you would definitely score."

"Yes, I just guessed you would shoot, so I made a run that took Alves!"

Some were happy, some were worried.

Areola held the goalpost, lightly pounding; the Filipino youngster already sensed that after playing two legs against Chelsea, his position as the main goalkeeper at Paris Saint-Germain—even God couldn't save him.

Kimpembe scratched his crotch and said: 'Alphonse, as an Asian, you should feel proud and honored for Li; which god hasn't had his goal breached by him?'

In addition to consoling, Xiao Heidan also reached out to touch Areola's head.

Thiago Silva sadly tugged at the grass.

Neymar glumly stared at Cahill's butt, wondering how anyone could use their butt to complete such a smooth 'defense-to-attack'.

Mbappe picked up the ball from the net, silently ran back to midfield, expression calm.

On the sidelines.

Tuchel excitedly took off his baseball cap, his bald head reflecting the spotlight.

Dino breathed heavily:

"Boss, Li is amazing, who would have thought he would kick in that situation, eh, your offensive design is also great!"

"We're leading by 4 goals on aggregate! Next, even if we spout nonsense on the coach's bench, we can advance!"

On the other side.

Emery's expression was helpless.

He vigorously rubbed his face, quickly adjusted his mindset, and continued directing his disciples.

Even if losing, we must leave Stamford Bridge with heads held high.

VIP box.

Thump thump thump!

Ab excitedly slapped the table.

The suited Čech hurriedly bent down to catch the glass falling from the table.

"This is what football is called!"

"Hurry up and build a statue of Li outside Stamford Bridge stadium!"

The staff looked helpless.

"Building a statue? By rights, we should wait until Li has played a few more seasons at Chelsea before saying so."

Anfield Stadium.

There was still over an hour until kickoff.

After warming up, Messi held a tablet, expression astonished.

In the screen, the slow-motion replay played frame by frame of Li Kang's shooting action.