Chapter 476: Maradona's Terrifying Starting Lineup (Daily Transition)

The draw ceremony ended.

Player representatives went onto the main stage and took a group photo.

Click.

C luó smoothed his suit jacket, looked at Li Kang beside him, and said solemnly, "See you at the World Cup."

He then returned to his normal height and walked off the stage.

Piyanqi saw this scene and couldn't help but tiptoe.

The legendary showdown, held once a year, took place again.

Li Kang thought for a moment.

Although last year's World Cup had low intensity, various legendary modules were about to emerge, almost draining his body.

UEFA, garden banquet.

Lakeside of Lake Geneva.

Under the night, the lake surface resembled a painting, with the moon and stars quietly woven into this scroll.

The late wind brushed past, stirring up sparkling ripples.

It was like a gentle yet lively little girl.

Little girl?

Li Kang had no little girl beside him.

Only a big bald head.

Qidanei was pulling him to discuss the World Cup coordination details.

The French legend unfolded a draft paper, his tone full of anticipation.

"You still play left half."

"Pass me an inswing cross; even if you hit it harder, it's fine—I can handle it."

"I can see you; no matter how you run, I can see you."

"We don't need to shorten the distance to support and assist the opponent."

"Yeah, I'll get past those two, pass the ball to you, and you'll get past the rest."

Li Kang nodded seriously.

Tuheer and Piyanqi et al listened with a dazed expression: they almost thought the two generations of legendary midfielders were discussing a game.

That night.

FIFA's official website updated the news of the Europe Legend vs South America Legend match.

The final cover was released.

Li Kang VS Meixi.

Behind them stood countless black silhouettes that seemed familiar to fans.

Comment counts, likes, and shares surged wildly.

【This year the Europe team is led by Bekenbaoer, and the South America team is led by Maladuona.】

【Is the result even worth saying? Bei Huang led half a German team to win a World Cup trophy, while Lao Ma's coaching level.】

【Maladuona has leadership qualities!】

【With attention so high, the match will surely be open and expansive; only then will the donations raised keep increasing.】

【With attention so high, the match will surely be open and expansive; only then will the donations raised keep increasing.】

Three days later.

Wembley Stadium.

Fans from around the world raised high the memories of youth.

The DJ broadcast shouted out familiar names one by one, and the response was a cheer like a landslide and tsunami.

Europe team bench.

Li Kang wore a jacket printed with a charity logo.

Bekenbaoer seemed not to care about the match content, sitting on the coach's bench, chatting with juniors.

"Li, if the rule about goalkeepers handling back-passes hasn't been changed, you are exactly like I was when I was young."

Assistant coach Fanjiayer nodded in agreement beside him: "Exactly, exactly, exactly!"

Regarding the creation of a football story, if the protagonist is to be portrayed as a "Bekenbaoer-style" free man, one must consider the era and rules.

In 1992, FIFA amended the rule on goalkeepers handling back-passes; not only did it affect the goalkeeper position, but its impact on other positions and the overall formation structure was like dominoes, causing a chain reaction.

After 1992, the "Bekenbaoer-style" free man? All are fake.

Even a superhero wearing his underwear on the outside can't fight the rules.

It would infuriate one's own goalkeeper.

Either be constantly awarded free kicks by the opponent inside the penalty area,

or be easily torn apart by the opponent's last line of defense.

Of course, if Bekenbaoer were born in this era, he might have founded a new school; after all, he is a fictional version of his own head coach, the football emperor who used God's perspective to analyze and dissect the weakness of the All-out attack-defense in the World Cup final.

On the other side.

Maladuona stuck out his big belly, waving his arms and legs, loudly encouraging the juniors.

"Pass the ball more to Meixi and Luonaerdingniao!"

"Don't squeeze Kaka's space."

"Damn, saying that makes my feet itch."

A moment later.

The starting players followed the referees onto the field in an orderly manner.

Wembley Stadium boiled over again.

The fans shouted themselves hoarse for their idols, shouting for their lost youth.

"ESPN! ESPN! Good evening, viewers."

"Welcome to the 2018 FIFA World Legend Charity Match."

"This is not a friendly match."

"Peak superstars face off, a passionate visual feast!"

"Because the first edition's exciting match was a complete success, FIFA decided to turn this event into a high-quality charity brand, and aside from physical contact and net playing time, all other elements strive to approach those of mainstream leagues."

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

"The Europe Legends' formation is 4-3-3!"

"Goalkeeper: Neuer."

"Defenders: Maldini, Nesta, Cannavaro, Lahm."

"Midfielders: Xavi, Pirlo, Zidane."

"Forwards: Cristiano Ronaldo, Van Persie, Rooney."

"On the bench also sat Inzaghi, Figo, Klose, Li Kang, Kahn, Shevchenko, and fourteen other stars."

ESPN live broadcast room.

【What the hell is this front line? Will they start fighting?】

【The midfield lacks toughness; it could be instantly blown apart by the South American magical heavyplay.】

【Neuer's style is completely opposite to this defense line.】

【I bet on the Europe team; can I still withdraw my happy beans?】

【Beihuang is definitely holding back! After all, it's just a legend match.】

"The South America Legends' formation is 4-3-3!"

"Goalkeeper: Alisson."

"Defenders: Cafu, Thiago Silva, Mina, Carlos."

"Midfielders: Kaka, Mascherano, Ronaldinho."

"Forwards: Messi, Suarez, Neymar."

The barrage exploded.

【What the hell? The South American trident MSN is back together!】

【Laoma is impartial, having started to use a large batch of Brazilians.】

【The key is: behind MSN are Kaka and Xiaoluo; their passing and playmaking are also very strong, plus the two wing-backs pushing forward.】

【If I were the head coach of the South America team, we could win!】

Li Kang sat on the bench, and Beckenbauer's nagging grew fainter.

A mechanical, cold electronic synthesized sound rang in his mind.

【Ding, mission triggered: Wembley Miracle.】

【Mission briefing: This is an extraordinarily difficult legend match.】

【Mission reward: World Legend·Bronze Chest.】

Beep!

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The match officially began.

Suarez kicked off and passed back to Mascherano.

A bit unfamiliar.

During the time both played for Barcelona, Xiaoma was forcibly placed at center-back by Enrique.

The Europe Legends' midfield and front quickly launched a high press; after just a few steps, they had to quickly fall back to defend.

"Can't press."

"But we still have to press; we can't defend either."

"Carlos, wow, he can still charge forward! His physique is too strong."

The short, stocky strong figure didn't charge very far.

He decisively lofted the ball to Xiaoluo.

Pa.

The football left the right foot of the Samba elf.

In midair it traced a beautiful arc.

The forty-meter area of the half.

Kaka casually trapped the ball.

In his mind he had already planned the route for the charging sprint.

He stomped hard on the turf.

Swift as the wind.

"Silver saddle illuminates the white horse!"

"Swiftly."

The commentator's words hadn't finished yet.

Kaka had already completed the optimal solution's charging route.

Pi'erluo and Hawei didn't have time to complete the defensive double-team. The ball had already turned into a sharp blade, piercing the European team's midfield barrier.

"Kaka's through pass!"

"Nuoyi'er's positioning was very far forward; the timing of his advance squeezed Kanawaluo's lateral movement."

"Not suitable."

"Suyaleisi!"

Nesita made a timely defensive cover.

Suyaleisi, making an arcing run, stopped sideways at the top of the penalty arc.

The ball struck the outside of his instep.

He lightly leapt toward the right side of the penalty area.

Meixi got past Lamu, controlled the ball, accelerated, and cut into the penalty area.

"Got it!"

"Nuoyi'er's recovery speed is very fast, first blocking the near corner."

"Far post, Neima'er!"

"Wrong!"

"Meixi is about to pass the ball to the overlapping Xiaoluo!"

"Inverted triangle!"

The smiling ponytail, on the right side near the top of the penalty arc, swung their leg in place.

"Smack!"

The ball kicked up several blades of grass, violently spinning in midair above the European team's penalty area.

A strange arc.

Like a devil's claws.

Nuoyi'er exerted all his strength, lunging toward the far post.

Still, he could not prevent the birth of the goal.

0:1!!!

"Beautiful!"

"The ball went in!"

"Luonaerdinia'o's curling shot!"

"An assist from Meixi!"

"This red-blue legacy, after many years, has reconnected!"

"Nesita is still old; he didn't have time to complete the block."

Wembley Stadium

Applause surged like a tide.

Xiaoluo had his back to Meixi, turned his head and raised his hand, signaling Meixi to jump on.

Meixi hesitated for a moment.

Xiaoluo smiled brightly: "The little brother of old has finally grown up."

He had just wanted to straighten his back when a gentle weight suddenly pressed on his back.

"Ronaldinho!!!"

"Messi!!!"

After all, it's a legendary match.

The European team's back line wasn't overly out of breath.

Nesita and Ma'erdini still gave a thumbs-up to the German goalkeeper.

Kanawaluo and Nuoyi'er were amicably communicating about the issue of 'defensive space congestion'.

Nuoyi'er looked at the bench with a resentful gaze: 'The opposition trotted out MSN; why won't they let me enjoy the warmth of Deheya, Bufeng, Qiehe, and Lai Nuo?'

Qidanei was also encouraging everyone.

As for the forward trident,

C Luo didn't speak, his gaze growing more resolute.

Lu Xiaopang shook his big belly, looking expectantly at Fan Peixi, saying: "If I score later, you'll carry me too!"

The Dutch forward looked disdainful: "I damn well can't carry you."

The livestream room.

Comments flooded like a waterfall.

【Xiaoluo backs Meixi, a classic painting.】

【Nesita and Ma'erdini's awareness is in place, though their explosive speed lags a bit.】

【Kaka's deadly pass is very strong, his footwork exquisite, but in his peak it was often overshadowed by his other abilities, whether at Milan or Real Madrid, often other players would open up the play.】

【If you ask me, the European team still lacks midfield toughness, and was instantly torn apart, letting defenders directly face South American attackers, which also caused Nuoyi'er and Kanawaluo to interfere with each other.】

【Legendary match, don't rush. In minutes, a complete overhaul can turn the score around.】

【You're wrong; this legendary match also only allows three substitutions, everything aligned with mainstream league standards.】

On the sidelines.

Maladuona excitedly raised both fists, then immediately danced toward Beikenbao'er.

That's just his personality.

Even though it's a legendary match, he likes to win and doesn't want to lose.

On the other side.

Beiken Ba'er adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, smiling and applauding.

Fan Jia'er's face flushed red, as if he were coaching a team in the European Champions League final, clutching his chubby fists: "No way, if we keep playing like this, we might get massacred by the South American team. The match is tough!"