Chapter 479: Neuer's Regret (Daily Transition)

After the South American team kicked off, they didn't waste time and continued to press forward.

Asking Maradona, who holds the South American trident MSN, to park the bus would be harder than making him kiss the 'Stars and Stripes'.

"Mercury‑like coordination."

"Eye‑dazzling short‑range passing."

"The European team once again fell into agonizing moments."

"Although MSN historically has the lowest penalty‑kick conversion rate among tridents, their attacking chemistry and entertainment value are too high."

Essentially.

The South American trident's most suitable tactic is: counter‑attack.

The key is not defense.

But to give Messi, Suárez, and Neymar ample space for counter‑attacks.

"Stop Neymar!"

"Watch Suárez's runs."

"Messi cuts into the middle!"

"Danger."

Van Gaal and Cristiano Ronaldo stood together on the touchline, extremely nervous.

Beckenbauer remained calm.

Under nightfall, Wembley Stadium glittered with stars.

The South American team's offensive surged forward like converging rivers.

The European team built an intimidating barrier in front of the penalty area.

Maldini, Nesta, Li Kang, Cannavaro, Lahm.

"Messi is dribbling sideways!"

"Maldini blocked his inward cut."

"Messi played a short pass sideways to Suárez!"

"Suárez couldn't turn at this moment; Cannavaro, very experienced, used his hips to tightly restrict the opponent's orientation!"

"Wow, the Uruguayan's outside‑foot flick into the box, a brilliant wall‑pass!"

"Messi got in!"

"Facing Lahm's head‑on tackle!"

"Side‑pass!"

"Look for the back‑post Neymar!"

"Intercepted!"

A praiseworthy scene unfolded.

Nesta and Li Kang almost simultaneously appeared on the six‑yard line across the penalty area.

The defensive idea was extremely uniform.

The latter easily cut the link between Messi and Neymar.

Neuer finally experienced the happiness of Leno, De Gea, Cech, and Buffon.

Nesta felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of relief.

The ball was cleared by Li Kang into the front field.

Rooney muttered as he rushed to the landing spot, only to be shoved down by Thiago Silva.

Beep!

The referee blew the whistle and gave a verbal warning to the Samba defender.

Little Fatty Rooney angrily got up and grabbed a handful of Thiago Silva's butt.

The two are very familiar.

As early as 2013, Samba fans wildly urged the English fat star to join Paris Saint‑Germaine.

"Not much time left for the European team."

"The South American team's forward pressure."

"The historic midfield trio of Zidane, Xavi, and Pirlo looks a bit tired."

"Return pass."

"Return the pass to Neuer."

"Li Kang headed up to the forward position."

"This is."

Beckenbauer was overjoyed.

Cristiano Ronaldo angrily gestured on the touchline, not understanding why, after Li came on, the European team still played so passively.

Van Gaal patted his shoulder and said, 'True leadership quality often means not blaming or scolding teammates when they err, but realizing: everyone makes mistakes.'

Cristiano Ronaldo stared, momentarily speechless.

Attack originates first from the goalkeeper, while defense starts first from the forward.

Neuer is a 'very special' goalkeeper.

His ability to read the game is very strong, possessing top‑level awareness and football IQ.

He is not a purely defensive unit.

But rather an offensive initiating unit.

Before trapping the ball, he had already observed Li Kang's run and also observed the gap between Mina and Carlos.

No need for eye contact.

Bayern and Chelsea's two atypical players produced wonderful chemistry.

"He casually kicked a long ball."

"Bad habit—using the outside of the foot to kick a long ball."

"Wow, Neuer is looking for Li Kang—a precision long pass like a cruise missile!"

"No offside!"

"No offside!"

The ball's trajectory was fast and flat, crossing midfield and falling into the South American team's 40‑meter zone.

Li Kang dug his studs into the grass.

The South American team's defense braced itself.

Too late.

He wanted to cry but had no tears.

Cheers erupted from all sides of the stands!

The South American team's backfield was empty, with only Li Kang and Alisson charging forward with the ball.

The media reporters finally understood why Li Kang's favorite goalkeeper is Neuer.

Alisson hardly has any weaknesses left at this point.

Especially when facing one‑on‑one shots.

He judges his rushing timing, his footwork, the opponent's speed, and the spacing perfectly—all elements are under his control.

Not a big rush out of the penalty area.

But rather adjusting his defensive positioning quickly or slowly according to Li Kang's positioning, seeking the maximum saving area.

Here he comes!

Spread your arms, lunge half your body out!

Block Li Kang's shooting angle!

Can't block it!

Can't block it!

Li Kang slowed down.

He nudged the ball lightly with his left foot.

The ball slid to the left.

His jersey fluttered.

He pulled the ball with his right foot and turned.

Alisson lost his balance, sitting on the turf; before him there was no trace of Li Kang, only the tens of thousands of fans standing at Wembley Stadium.

That scene of Zidane frozen in place is a regret of his career.

The ball once again ripped the net of the South American team.

2:3!!!

The whole stadium erupted.

The cheers were like thunder, shaking all of London.

Another goal!

A spectacular goal!

A solo Marseille turn push shot into the empty net!

He made up for Zidane's regrettable moment!

Neuer's guided long pass!

Li Kang charges forward on a breakaway!

One pass, one shot!

He pulled the European team back from the brink!

He made the goddess of victory smile!

Legendary!

A 19‑year‑old active legend!

Li Kang walked into the net and lifted the ball.

He turned and gave his teammates behind him a thumbs‑up.

Neuer vigorously swung his fist.

In his heart, joy was mixed with a hint of regret.

Clearly I am the most suitable goalkeeper for Li.

Our chemistry is perfect, yet we cannot fight side by side.

Fate is like a book; skimming it you might miss it, reading too intently you'll bring tears.

Live stream.

【Handsome handsome handsome!】

【God of adversity! Li Invincible!】

【I really want to marry him.】

【No male wife!】

【Little time left for the South American team; Li Mingdeng is about to equalize! Then a reverse‑kill!】

It's too early to say goodbye—the European side is still down by one goal, and the South American trident still has a chance to score!

Thiago Silva, Mina, and Alisson—this back line is Champions League‑caliber.

On the sidelines.

Van Gaal and Cristiano Ronaldo bump fists and hug, jumping up and down.

The two have a very good relationship, often chatting from afar and praising each other.

However,

Old Van Gaal always secretly casts his Ballon d'Or vote for Messi.

Beckenbauer took off his wire‑rim glasses and gently wiped them with a gray cloth.

His tone betrayed his regret: "Li's ideal club is Bayern Munich, and his ideal national team is Germany."

On the other side.

Maradona set his face, stomping his foot in anger.

Can't be timid!

Can't let them equalize!

He waddled over to the bench and yanked up the short, stocky Tevez.

"Don't just stand there like an idiot!"

"We need you now!"

"People's player!"