Chapter 498: You little brat, thinking about life? (Everyday transition)

Chelsea's second-half kickoff strategy failed.

It doesn't matter, they're still ahead by one goal.

Bayern lost Thiago, so the midfield transition might become more direct.

Hummels' long pass is of high quality!

Directly find Robben!

Feet on the fire wheel!

Hazard!!!

Chelsea's half, forty-meter zone.

Robben launches, Hazard speeds up and closes in, decisively sliding tackle.

The 34-year-old little flying winger can still fly, but in physical confrontations he's ultimately aged.

The ball loses control.

Kante easily shields the ball, because Vidal is tightly marking Li Kang, while Muller hasn't yet reined in his running inertia, and Bayern's midfield has few outlet points.

David Luiz timely headed into the midfield area.

Bang!

Little Black Egg passes the ball sideways to the afro-headed player.

There's no way to find Li Kang's spot.

David Luiz is initiating the attack.

Wow!

A flat and fast long-pass arc!

Willian!

The Samba magic wing begins to charge.

David Luiz's long-pass skill is profound.

Li Kang is being harassed, Fabregas is not present.

The Samba center-back is the third launch point in transitioning attack and possesses strong concealment.

Stanford Bridge, spectators watching the ball's swift outward-curving trajectory in midair can't help but erupt in cheers.

Bayern's half, thirty-meter zone, right flank edge.

Willian eases speed, preparing to lift his foot to settle the ball!

No space left.

Boateng and Martínez seem to have anticipated the attack direction early, quickly closing in.

Bang!

The ball lands on Willian's right foot, bouncing onto the turf.

Trapping mistake.

William is good at everything, but trapping is prone to mistakes, especially in national team matches; his teammates need to. Wow, beautiful trap-and-go!

The ball just slipped through the gap between two Bayern defenders!

Morata!

Heynckes was stunned.

Tuchel looked bewildered.

Li Kang, making a forward run, involuntarily slowed his steps.

National team-level trapping, actually breaking through Heynckes' three-center-back setup?

Morata magically appears, receives the ball and smoothly steps forward.

Boateng quickly turns and gives chase.

William had no time to think what happened; he shoved the grass, made a crossing run to cover Chelsea's striker.

Martínez relentlessly pursues.

Chelsea right winger Marcos also rushed into Bayern's thirty-meter zone.

Courtois's position is near the near post.

Hummels' running tendency blocks the far corner, slowly approaching.

Morata flicks it!

Couldn't fool Bayern's center-back. Ball lost!

Attack and defense reversed!

Bayern's counterattack!

Iron torrent, sweeping Stanford Bridge!

Hummels this time did not make a direct long pass.

He observed Marcos's position, the distribution of Chelsea midfield interception points.

He kicked a short pass to Martínez.

The Spanish midfielder instantly turned, carried the ball forward, pushing the whole formation forward!

Marcos can't get back!

The midfield line!

Martínez's diagonal pass!

Kante attempts to intercept by covering, fails! The ball grazes his shoe and shoots past!

Wow!

Chelsea's defensive line has been breached!

Ribéry!!! The road ahead is wide open!

At Stamford Bridge, exclamations never ceased.

At the edge of Chelsea's penalty area, the wind sounded like crane cries.

Lewandowski, Müller, and Robben sprinted forward.

The Blue Army's defensive line shrank.

Azpilicueta didn't have time to open up space to block Ribéry.

If he goes back to block now, Chelsea's central defensive zone will instantly become a 3-on-2.

Bayern's three-point intersecting run!

It's chaotic!

Lewandowski is at the far post.

Robben makes a diagonal run into the middle of the penalty area.

Müller stays at the top of the arc.

Ribéry crosses!

Scarface is a super core on the flank.

He's old.

He no longer makes frantic bursts like before, charging alone to break through.

But when unopposed, his ground-pass quality is extremely high!

Look for Robben.

The veteran winger in the middle of the penalty area lightly leaps.

He let the ball slip past.

Far post.

Lewandowski leans on Rüdiger with his back to goal.

With one touch, he sets up a reverse shot.

This guy not only has excellent shooting, his footwork is also very refined.

Müller, who had been running aimlessly the whole match, had already disappeared from the top of the arc.

One person, one ball, miraculously meeting in the unoccupied space inside the penalty area.

No trapping.

No adjustment.

Excellent!

Shoot!

Thud!

Müller slightly swings his leg.

The football fires off, turning into a black streak, blasting toward the far corner of Chelsea's goal.

Buffon leaps up, his purple gloves filling Bayern fans with despair.

Smack!

The football was blocked out over the goal line!

At Stamford Bridge, thunderous applause.

Müller looked bewildered, clutching his hair with both hands.

Lewandowski helplessly shook his head.

What a shame!

Bayern was just a little away from equalizing!

Buffon, a god descending! Turning danger into safety!

Buffon broke out in a cold sweat, his heart still pounding. This seemingly complex attack, actually only two dangerous connections, is too agonizing.

He didn't even have a chance to set up the defensive line.

【Hummels' short and long pass decisions, Martinez's advancing direction, Ribéry's crossing quality, Robben's missed ball, Lewandowski's hold-up play and pivot distribution, Müller's spatial search】

【Actually, this ball originated from Bayern's backfield. After only three passes, it completed a dense attacking chain.】

【The three-point conclusion's local tug-of-war, a combined flank-center three-dimensional attack.】

【This Bundesliga giant seems to have donned a layer of metal armor, armed to the teeth, with two heavy cannons mounted on its back.】

【Chelsea, hold on a bit, don't give Bayern space.】

Although they failed to equalize, the Bayern team as a whole remained calm.

Vidal wasn't very calm.

His steps were increasingly hard to keep up with Li Kang's rhythm.

He talked nonstop, yet got no response.

On the sidelines.

Tuchel glanced at the time, made a gesture, indicating his disciples should not press too far forward.

Dino took notes earnestly, his eyes fervent.

He has a childhood dream of becoming Bayern's head coach.

As the season nears its end, Chelsea's assistant coach already has five small notebooks.

As long as one persists in studying hard, absorbing excellent training methods and managerial experience from different head coaches, even lessons from failure, one will eventually realize their dream!

Love may not necessarily be rewarded, but diligent study will certainly not be let down by knowledge.

The other side.

Haiyin Kes sat back on the coach's bench.

The expression was calm.

The team's just-executed perfect attacking chain made his cheeks flush.

VIP box.

Abu rested his chin, his expression grim, displeased: "How does it look so dangerous? Can we win the match?"

The staff behind him dared not respond.

If we could predict the match, what would we be doing as workers?

Qie He thought for a moment and said: "We will definitely win the match; Li can adjust according to match frequency, intensity, switch different roles, adapt to different detail changes and switching ability. Looking back at these two attack-defense reversals, Bi Da Er is gradually failing to keep up with his rhythm, and the two have a gap in their understanding of finding space for passes."

Abu was completely bewildered.

Qie He's inner feelings were actually not optimistic: Hai Clan Bayern's grasp of match frequency, a European disconnection.

Time flowed by second by second.

Qie Er Xi returned to a low defensive stance.

Bayern's defensive breakthrough method was no longer limited to the central linkage of a 4-1-4-1 formation, but changed into a 2-1-5-2 fan-shaped midfield wing misplacement.

Li Kang and Can Te constantly swept laterally to fill positions and win aerial interceptions.

A prompt tone sounded softly in the ear.

Accompanied by low growls of young beasts.

【"King of London" achievement triggered!】

【Sensing the danger you are in, they are rushing from all directions.】

Match minute 62.

Li Kang intercepted the ball, and Alaba, Li Bei Li, and Bi Da Er three quickly counter-pressed.

A rooster's crow rang out on the horizon.

The happy little rooster in the field, vigorous and spirited.

【Tottenham Totem: Body balance greatly increased.】

Immediately after.

A phantom of a badger struggled out.

【Fulham Totem: It will make your feints look more realistic.】

The next moment.

Si Teng Fu Qiao rang with applause.

"Blue Waltz!"

"The dreamlike steps in a confined environment are perfectly displayed right now!"

"Stop the ball, pass, then a push, accelerate, decelerate—Li Kang rushed past!"

"Precise inner-spin arc!"

"So beautiful!"

"A work of art!"

"Exaggerated sideways curvature makes it hard for Bayern's center backs to judge the landing point!"

"What is Wu Er Lai Xi doing?"

"A Zha Er has surged forward!"

"Oh no, Hu Mei Er Si has blocked our position again; the two of us are temporarily deadlocked in tonight's head‑to‑head."

A Zha Er's expression was gloomy.

How come Hu Mei Er Si's restraint on me is so like Man Lian's Ai Lei La?

A glance in his periphery startled him: after Li passed the ball, he could actually run across midfield in an instant.

Li Kang eased his steps, stopping his inertia.

The phantom of a young colt in the field let out a disgruntled neigh, gradually returned to its normal size, and then quickly dissipated.

Match minute 68.

Haiyin Kes seemed to sense the danger after 70 minutes and decided to go all out.

Bayern fought with their backs to the wall, pushing forward heavily.

Li Bei Li feigned linkage, narrowing the gap.

Bo A Teng and Bi Da Er pushed forward to become makeshift strikers.

Alaba and Ma Ding Nei Si appeared outside the penalty area, preparing to provide second‑point support.

The ball was quickly passed.

Lai Wan finally got a chance to shoot!

Inside the box, a pull and a flick shook off Lu Di Ge, briefly gaining an extremely narrow shooting angle.

Peng!

Bu Feng's defensive positioning was flawless, yet he fumbled.

Can Te, level with the back line, rushed toward the ball first, trying to clear it with a big kick!

Mu Le got there first.

An ordinary shot.

It pierced Qie Er Xi's net.

1:1!!!

Stanford Bridge, the home fans fell into silence in an instant.

The Bayern fans who followed the team into battle shouted loudly.

"The ball went in!"

"Too sudden!"

"This goal, just like Müller's run, was completely unexpected."

"Heynckes' series of defensive setups failed to turn into a goal, but Müller managed to pounce on the loose ball!"

"No problem!"

"Bayern Munich leveled the score!"

"The scale of qualification is tilting toward the Bundesliga giants; they have gained the advantage of an away goal."

Buffon, dejected, patted the grass.

On the Champions League stage, they were still being restrained by Bayern.

Kanté looked guilty.

Li Kang patted his little black egg, silently walked toward the net, and picked up the ball.

From God's perspective.

As he thought, the shaking of the Tactical Palace became more intense.

The livestream room.

Danmu flew across the screen.

【This just went in? No mental preparation at all.】

【The agonizing defensive battle finally turned into a goal.】

【Chelsea's defense focused too much on Robben and Ribery's runs, allowing Martins to easily find Lewandowski.】

【Let me analyze: before this goal, the running spaces of several Bayern finishers overlapped, which was originally a reasonable non‑crowding, but this time they suddenly crowded and overlapped, leaving Chelsea's markers no time to react; essentially it is a refined version of Bielsa's system of 'off‑position attack and on‑position attack.'】

【The true King of London: Bayern Munich.】

【Müller's celebration style.】

On the sidelines.

Tuchel, feeling glum, rubbed his face.

He didn't explode in anger.

The disciples' defensive positioning was already very good.

Dino reminded, "Boss, it's the 70th minute."

On the other side.

Heynckes lightly clapped, then gave the Bayern players a thumbs‑up.

The assistant coach frantically flipped through the folder, relaying the upcoming adjustments to the pitch.

Fabregas appeared outside the center circle.

The fourth official raised the LED number board.

"Chelsea made the first substitution."

"Fabregas substituted Moses!"

"The formation should shift from 3-4-3 to 4-3-3, Marcos should drop back to full‑back, and Azpilicueta's role will also change."

"Well then, Chelsea will be blown apart by Bayern!"

The ESPN commentators held nothing back.

In his view, if Tuchel wanted Fabregas and Li Kang to link up and produce a seamless Cthulhu Triangle, they would inevitably be blown apart by Bayern.

Time passed.

As people had predicted: Bayern Munich, having leveled the score, switched to combat mode.

Chelsea possessed the ball.

Fabregas and Kanté dropped back side by side.

Li Kang moved into the area behind the forward line.

The ball zipped across the pitch.

The constantly shifting triangle savagely tore apart Bayern Munich's defensive line.

It was useless.

Even if Havertz returned to his peak and built a more solid triangle of passes on the pitch, he would still be blown apart in moments by Hai Clan Bayern.

Moreover, Chelsea only had two solid points.

"This Bayern's two‑line flexibility and the speed at which their defensive net reorganizes are terrifying!"

"Fabregas took a few extra steps and immediately found himself surrounded by three Bayern players!"

"The ball's lost! Good thing Kanté won the ball back!"

"Pass to Li Kang!"

"Chelsea instantly sped up!"

"Morata's lateral run pulled Boateng apart!"

"Space opened on the right—wow! Li Kang's exquisite diagonal pass!"

"William!"

"He trapped, turned, shook off Alaba, and the Samba magic wing had a huge expanse of space!"

"He cut inside and shot!"

Oh no, Wuerlai Xi finally showed the strength of the Bundesliga overlord's second gate, firmly holding onto the ball!

Li Kang bent over and adjusted his shin guard a bit.

At Stamford Bridge Stadium, the cheers of Chelsea fans grew louder and louder.

The blue army could never submit on their home ground!

In God's perspective.

Countless blue sparks rose from the stands on all sides, gathering in midair into blue rivers.

They surged endlessly, gathering together.

【Ding, you have gathered enough Power of Faith.】

The livestream room.

A scene of wailing ghosts and howling wolves.

【No time left, the opening odds are over 3.5/4!】

【Don't panic, if Chelsea keeps playing like this the risk of conceding is high.】

【Li Mingdeng has also been released, he went up, there's also a chance to score.】

The match time passed second by second.

The situation became intense.

The Cthulhu Triangle repeatedly surged and exploded, unable to maintain stability.

Chelsea fans were anxious as if on fire.

"Fabregas passed sideways."

"Li Kang stopped the ball against the flow, shaking off Vidal—this move was the essence, everyone thought he would go wide to the right."

"Turn and push forward!"

"Pass to the overlapping Azpilicueta on the flank"

"Azpilicueta wanted to cross, but it was intercepted again."

VIP box.

Abu was restless.

Ceich couldn't think of a way to comfort him for a moment.

Chelsea had little time left.

Bayern Munich gained an away goal advantage; if Neuer returns from injury in the second leg, the consequences would be unthinkable.

On the sidelines.

Tuchel's face was ashen.

Dino continued taking notes seriously, drawing on his notebook a series of Bayern's partial defensive lines.

On the other side.

Heynkes admired Li Kang's individual performance.

He praised, saying: "He outshone all the stars on the pitch; unfortunately, this time he couldn't change the situation."

The 92nd minute of the match.

Injury time counting down.

Li Kang, in Bayern's half thirty-meter zone, received David Luiz's long pass.

"One stop, one carry!"

"So suave!"

"The direction of the reception happened to be the gap where Boateng and Martinez double-teamed."

"He rushed past."

"Hummels and Vidal's covering defense perfectly cut off the link between Li Kang and Morata."

"Keep carrying?"

"Huh?"

"This kicking motion?"

【Blue Angel (Legend Module) triggered.】

【All Power of Faith has been consumed.】

【Ability materializing】

His robe fluttered.

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

Italy's number 9.

Balotelli.

"You kid, are you pondering life?"

"Do you need to use your brain to beat the German team?"

In an instant.

Li Kang only felt his brain covered by a dark cloud.

God's perspective lost its analytical ability.

He felt dazed, as if he had completely lost the ability to think.

The nearly collapsed "Tactical Palace" saw its golden sand rise again, quickly reshaping.

Stamford Bridge.

A loud explosion echoed through the night sky,

The fierce, domineering strange arc swept over the heads of Hummels and Boateng.

It surged violently.

It carried a terrifying downward momentum.

It blasted through Bayern Munich's gate.

2:1!!!

A last-minute winner.

Heynckes stared blankly.

Tuchel looked utterly incredulous.

Abramovich opened his mouth wide.

The overwhelming cheers and applause seemed to make the whole Stamford Bridge tremble slightly.