Chapter 478: This match was too tough (everyday transition)

Wembley Stadium.

The crowd roared.

Legendary names echoed in the night sky.

The camera occasionally cut to the Europe team's coaching bench.

Van Gaal's face flushed red as he paced back and forth anxiously.

Beckenbauer leisurely told Li Kang a story.

"I once set the highest goals conceded record for a Bundesliga champion."

"I once performed a special hat-trick, two of whose goals went into my own net."

"Even at my peak, I once lost 0-6 to Offenbach and 1-7 to Schalke 04; I thought I had grown from those defeats, but before leaving Europe I suffered another 0-7 rout by Schalke 04."

"The football world is just this wonderful."

"Oh? We're three goals down? Go warm up quickly!"

Upon hearing Beckenbauer's words, Van Gaal's expression instantly eased, as if a weight had been lifted.

He hurriedly helped Li Kang take off his coat, then bent down with difficulty and tightened the youngster's shoelaces.

Maradona reveled in the joy of a three-goal lead, still unaware of this little scene unfolding.

68th minute of the match.

Dead-ball situation.

The fourth official stood outside the centre circle on the touchline, holding up the LED substitution board.

"The Europe team made the first substitution adjustment here."

"Young Li Kang, replace Cristiano Ronaldo!"

It exploded.

Wembley Stadium exploded.

It was as if the Europe team had dropped an atomic bomb on London; wave after wave of cheers surged, shaking the camera slightly.

All eyes were fixed on the black-haired number ten on the sideline.

Cristiano Ronaldo's face was grim, a bit unhappy, but upon seeing Li Kang's figure, his mood eased slightly.

He didn't leave nearby, but ran to the sideline to complete the normal substitution procedure.

After a high-five and hug.

He also leaned in to remind Li Kang in his ear: "The match is tough; stay focused and give it your all."

Van Gaal quickly chimed in, his plump body trembling slightly: "Exactly, we're three goals behind, and the opposing entire central line consists of South American stars in their prime."

The coaching bench.

Beckenbauer frowned and told his assistant: "Make Van Gaal move away; that guy is blocking my view of Li Kang's back as he walks onto the pitch."

On the other side.

Maradona stared, eyes wide.

He then eased a bit, shouting at Mascherano and the defensive line: "Pay attention, that kid is this era's Cruyff!"

His voice was quickly drowned out by a torrent of cheers.

Li Kang jogged onto the pitch, making a few gestures.

The European legends understood implicitly.

The commentator's tone also grew excited.

"Legacy."

"Cristiano Ronaldo passed his leadership qualities and indomitable fighting spirit onto Li Kang."

"Even in adversity, one must press forward relentlessly!"

"But the current situation of being three goals down is still too harsh."

The match continued.

Maldini threw the throw-in to Li Kang without hesitation.

Neymar and Kaká quickly closed in to press.

Smack.

Li Kang lifted his left foot with his back to the ball, lightly chipping the descending ball.

He then turned and accelerated, shaking off two Samba legends who weren't good at defending.

Two seconds later.

The ball landed again on the top of his left foot.

Ball passed.

Man passed too.

Applause thundered.

"Unbelievable ball feel!"

"Totally unreasonable."

Meanwhile.

The Europe team's formation surged forward quickly.

Van Persie exerted every ounce of strength, squeezing between the South American central defenders.

Li Kang accelerated forward.

He weaved and dodged within the South American team's double-team.

V-turn drag.

Empty step reverse dunk.

Change direction.

Attack the right flank, then switch to the left flank.

The spectators couldn't help but have an illusion: as soon as this kid gets the ball, he brings his own BGM.

Golden left foot.

Elegant footwork.

Pass to Qidanei.

Marseille turn.

One more push forward. Wow, Li Kang's run!

Bench.

C Luo holds a bottle of mineral water in one hand and the bottle cap in the other, looking surprised.

Fan Jia'er's gaze is dazed, his mouth still muttering 'difficult, difficult'.

Thirty-meter area.

Li Kang leans on Ma Sique la nuo.

Like a tower in the front court.

Lift the left foot.

Back-to-goal long pass.

Bang!

The ball leaves the ground, spinning violently in midair, instantly tearing apart the South American team's defense, and plunges straight to the left side of the large penalty area.

A tall figure appears there.

Fan Peixi.

His blood boils all over.

The shooting instinct within him is fully awakened.

He doesn't have time to think about how Li Kang seized the moment of his run.

The instant the ball descends.

The Dutch forward has already completed the left-foot 'charge'.

Without trapping the ball.

Volley shot.

Bang!!!

The falling ball shakes off its gentleness, filled with a violent aura, and domineeringly rushes toward the South American team's goal.

This pass was too good.

Alisson secretly sighs, and at the same time makes an exaggerated extreme save!

The light-green glove grazed the ball, but could not change its trajectory!

The South American team's net is lifted high!

1:3!!!

Great connection.

A cross-era dialogue between two generations of gunners.

Fan Peixi volleys without trapping the ball!

Li Kang's back-to-goal long pass creates a killing chance!

The two join forces to pull one back!

Let's look again at the replay of this goal; the director pulled the progress a bit early. Wow, it's exactly the link between Li Kang and Qidanei that broke through the South American team's midfield barrier.

A beam of light in the darkness!

There is still hope.

The match still has suspense.

Live broadcast room.

The barrage exploded.

【Li Mingdeng's back of the head is covered in eyes.】

【I watched Ferguson's autobiography; back then, Manchester United's best-passing midfielder also struggled to grasp Fan Peixi's run—Li Kang is too awesome, and it's still a back-to-goal long pass!】

【Back-to-goal inner rotation adds weight to the long pass.】

【The sense of ball and weight shift from continuous dribbling is truly abnormal.】

【Fortunately I didn't use my body, otherwise I'd have knocked Xiao Luo and Kafu into the hospital.】

【Meixi was stunned, Li Kang single-handedly took on MSN plus two Samba superstars.】

Meixi wasn't stunned but helplessly scratched his head.

【Di Ya ge Xi Er wa feels bitter inside; earlier in the Champions League he couldn't stop Li. Now in the legendary match he still has to be tormented by him.】

Maladuona's gaze is dazed, he murmurs: 'Terrible, how does this kid's ball sense somewhat resemble my youth?'

In an instant.

Wembley Stadium is filled with the name of the legendary youngster.

Lee!!!

Lee!!!

Lee!!!

Fans felt an indescribable happiness: saying goodbye to generation after generation of legends, but Li Kang could still run on the green field for many, many years.

Fan Peixi recovered from his excitement, staring at Li Kang with an incredulous expression.

He wondered: How did he understand my running tendencies in such a short time?

Lu Ni was the first to rush to Li Kang's side.

His chubby arms lifted the other person up.

"Li, give me one later too—I'm sure I can score it."

Immediately afterwards.

Teammates laughed as they gathered around.

On the sidelines.

Fan Jia'er breathed rapidly, his face flushed, waving his arms, jumping about excitedly.

Difficult?

Difficult, my ass!

I'm really an idiot!

It didn't last long.

Then someone shoved him aside.

Bei Ken Bao'er stood up, displeased, saying: "You're blocking my view of Li's performance."