Chapter 53: How are we supposed to kick this?

The ball turned into a black shadow in midair!

Fierce and overbearing!

Extremely sharp!

Like a boulder smashing through Rome's city walls!

Howling as it slammed toward Rome's goal!

Goalkeeper Szczesny had no time to make any saving move!

Before the match, the goalkeeper coach had analyzed the Chinese youngster's violent long-range shots for him.

Until he faced it in person.

Only then did he truly feel the terror of this violent heavy artillery!

Bang!

The ball heavily struck the crossbar, emitting a deafening explosive sound!

As if the entire Apennine Peninsula trembled.

Rome's goal frame shook violently!

Szczesny inwardly shouted "Holy Mary" ten thousand times!

And there was no way to change the ball's trajectory!

The ball fell into Rome's net.

0:1!!!

The Olympic Stadium fell silent.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment!

The gazes of tens of thousands of Roman fans all snapped back to the scorer.

That young Lewokusen number 10 was like the war god of ancient Rome!

Their hidden sense of superiority deep inside vanished completely.

"That ball went in!"

"Beautiful!"

"Unbelievable!"

"Inconceivable!"

"Chinese youngster Li Kang! In an unreasonable way, he blasted open the shooting angle!"

"He fired a terrifying heavy cannon shot! He breached Rome's city! He gave Lewokusen the lead!"

Duan Xuan and He Wei were somewhat at a loss for words.

In their view.

How did the not-so-strong Li Kang overturn the tall and mighty De Rossi and Rudiger?

This damn violates the laws of physics, right?

De Rossi and Rudiger got up and glanced at each other.

Their eyes were filled with shock.

How could that kid's explosive speed and physical confrontation be so monstrous? Is he a beast?

Rudiger rubbed his slightly numb left shoulder.

I'm 1.9 meters, 180 jin, how could he knock me aside?

Nainggolan's expression was slightly bitter.

His task was to mark Lewokusen's number 10, but if he hadn't covered for Brandt just now, Rome's situation would have been just as dangerous.

As for why Li Kang could knock over Rome's two "tall and hard" ones?

He reasoned: that kid's own physical strength is strong, plus he's a two-footed player, the power from his explosive sprint... he just didn't expect his explosive speed to be so fast!

Szczesny turned back to look at the goal frame.

He didn't know if he was hallucinating.

The goalpost seemed to still be shaking...

Dragon Kingdom livestream.

Fans watched the big screen's goal replay, excitedly firing off bullet comments.

-【Are Rome fans dumbfounded? But Li Kang's acceleration is so fast, why didn't he dribble forward earlier?】

-【His ball control is still just average; pure speed is useless, he can't sustain high-speed dribbling for long! Put it this way, the rhythm while dribbling is important; otherwise, if Bolt came to play football, wouldn't he be invincible?】

-【You think Bolt never played football? He joined the Central Coast Mariners of the A-League! But he was really terrible, playing a few months before going home to continue track training.】

-【Bringing up the Australian vacation, I have a million words to say...】

Olympic Stadium.

Li Kang hadn't even had time to celebrate when his teammates swarmed him.

Boles excitedly shook his shoulder: "Li! I just knew you were more reliable than them; seeing you raise your hand, I knew I could get an assist!"

Brandt rubbed Li Kang's hair, apologetic: "Sorry, I shouldn't have been watching those tapes you brought back from Japan all day; my form has been terrible lately."

Son Heung-min quickly pushed through the crowd: "Don't touch Li's head! He's our Lewokusen's brain!"

Everyone burst out laughing.

The spectators and commentators couldn't personally relate.

The Lewokusen players, however, deeply felt it.

Precisely because of Li Kang's organization and mobilization, the team gradually opened up the play, tearing apart Rome's defensive system!

It was like primitive humans completing a group hunt.

They always leave the biggest share of the spoils to the commander.

On the sidelines.

Tuopu Laotou and Dino raised both fists!

"He did it! We might only have this one chance... to break through Rome's gate."

"Boss, have you noticed that Li's speed has increased? It's just those first few steps!"

"This kid's physical condition is terrifying; he secretly trains extra every day, but I can't figure out his testosterone level... the indicators are normal."

The other side.

Garcia pressed his temples with his middle finger.

He looked toward the bench.

He hesitated for a moment.

He shook his head.

Now, it's not yet time for Pato to come on.

The game restarted from the center circle.

Dzeko kicked off and laid the ball to Salah.

The latter, facing the oncoming Kiessling, decisively turned sideways and passed the ball to Pjanic.

At that moment.

Rome's formation changed again, not reverting to the original 4-3-3 but becoming 4-4-2.

Brandt quickly approached, trying to hinder Pjanic's pass.

Rome's genius lightly pulled the ball back with his right foot.

He avoided the opponent's tackle.

As he turned, he flicked the ball with his left foot.

Elegant and carefree.

The movement was like flowing clouds and water, done in one go.

When Brandt came to his senses, he realized Pjanic had left him behind.

The Roma fans in the stands burst into thunderous applause.

"Too elegant!"

"His ball control is as excellent as a long pass!"

"He is worthy of being Pirlo's successor!"

Next.

Rome's midfield and forward players ran wildly.

Like a lazy red wolf, opening its eyes, beginning the hunt.

Pjanic's dribbling advance speed is not slow.

Facing the double-team of Kiessling and Son Heung-min.

He quickly passed the ball to Nainggolan!

Although Nainggolan has tattoos, drinks, smokes, and dyes his hair, his footwork is not bad.

"Nice!"

"Excellent wall-pass combination!"

"Two-on-two!"

The ball returned to Pjanic's feet.

He briefly observed the situation on the field, looking for a forward passing lane:

Digne and Florenzi burst out on the flanks!

Dzeko pulled Bentaleb away.

Salah was entangled with Kramer.

Only Li Kang coming head-on?

Pjanic slowed his speed.

At the moment when Leverkusen's number 10 approached.

He flicked the ball to the left with his right foot.

180-degree turn!

He pulled the ball back with his left foot!

Elegant!

Olympic Stadium! Applause unceasing!

Although Pjanic is called Pirlo's successor.

But his idol is Zidane.

Since childhood he has liked to imitate the dribbling moves of the French superstar.

This move.

He has practiced it to perfection.

"Marseille turn!!!"

"Magnificent!"

"Elegant!"

"Genius midfielder Pjanic! He will definitely be the new generation of midfield master after Pirlo and Xavi!"

"Exquisite footwork, just like Qidanei himself..."

"Just when everyone thought Piyaniqi had completed another beautiful dribble."

"Li Kang's body tilted slightly."

"He extended his right foot."

"He quickly fell to the ground."

"Peng!"

"His toe precisely poked the ball..."

"The Olympic Stadium fell silent in an instant."

"What the hell?"

"Our midfield genius, after a fancy move, just had his play ruined by your simple poke?"

"Piyaniqi himself looked completely bewildered."

"The ball slowly bounced into the unoccupied area on the left side of Lewokusen's half!"

"Lewokusen's forward quickly tracked back, keeping the ball at his feet."

"'\"Sun Xinghan... very timely. \"'"