Chapter 62: Raul + Barak?

The refereeing team of the German first division in the 2015/16 season was one of the professions most complained about by fans.

They are quite superstitious; in the German first division, after regular time of the first half ends, they often do not add injury time.

This also gives actuaries of betting agencies a headache: the least rigorous group in Germany is the referees.

The International Football Federation has also sent multiple letters, stating that the German first division's habit of not adding injury time kills many exciting moments and is detrimental to the league's healthy development.

It's useless.

The German first division refereeing team continues to do as it pleases.

Pulusigongyuanchang.

The LED time board in midair showed 45:00.

Referee Deniz, feeling the slight vibration of his watch, put the whistle to his lips.

He did not blow to stop the game.

The assistant referee on the sideline hesitated, then raised the LED injury-time board high: 1 minute.

The football fell near the center circle.

Zaka has a strong ability to anticipate the ball's trajectory.

He relies on his positional advantage.

He rushed ahead to the landing spot, stopped the ball with his chest, and pressed down with his right foot.

He gazed at the oncoming Lewokusen number 10.

He knew there was no time to pass.

In his mind, he unconsciously imagined a splendid, suave turn-and-cut move.

"What a pity, Papadopoulos's long pass wasn't kicked well."

"He wasted a counterattack opportunity..."

"Huh?"

Duan Xuan hadn't finished speaking.

Pulusigongyuanchang erupted with waves of cheers!

Zaka cut the ball with his left foot.

At the same time as turning!

He flicked with his right foot again!

Flick?

Where's the ball?

The ball is already at Li Kang's feet!

Zaka had no time to be dazed; he quickly stuck out his foot to tackle back.

The next moment.

He felt the terrifying power bursting from the opponent's body!

Both feet left the ground.

His whole body flew backward!

The whole stadium gasped!

"That's unreasonable!"

"Li Kang's tackle timing was spot on!"

"He won the chance for a counterattack!"

After shaking off Zaka,

Li Kang then surged forward.

He charged into the thirty-meter zone of Monchengladbach's half!

Although his speed attribute reached 85,

but limited by his ball-control attribute,

he couldn't imitate that iconic 'lone rider riding a thousand miles' scene.

Robben, Bale, Kaka, peak Lingard, and peak Son Heung-min—these five different types of top strikers—do not rely solely on speed for high-speed runs; their ability to combine person and ball, their touch rhythm, are also top-notch.

"Son Heung-min took Christensen!"

"Brandt took Schulz!"

"See how Li Kang handles it!"

Schubotin stood on the sideline, nervously shouting: "Fall back quickly! Return to defend the middle! Help Schulz cover! Wait for Hermann!"

Baum Johann froze.

Amid the shouting that filled the heavens and earth.

He could barely hear what the head coach was saying.

He could only infer from the gestures that the head coach meant to fall back.

He quickly turned around.

Tuopu Laotou furrowed his brows.

Dino muttered: "They're too cunning..."

Pulusigongyuanchang.

Tens of thousands of Monchengladbach fans shouted wildly.

"Brandt took Yangjike!"

"Although Son Heung-min shook off Christensen, Baum Johann's retreating run happened to cut off the Asian connection!"

Jislin is still behind!

Herman's speed is very fast; he'll soon catch up to Li Kang!

Time is running out! The chief referee could blow the whistle to stop the first half at any moment!

Not enough time.

Lewokusen didn't attack into Mengxing's dangerous zone.

The chief referee placed the whistle at his lips.

Just when everyone thought Lewokusen's counterattack would come to a sudden halt...

The next moment.

The noise from the stands suddenly quieted down considerably.

Lewokusen's number 10 eased off the speed.

The body leaned.

He lifted his left leg high.

Shuboting widened his eyes.

Tuopu Laotou trembled all over.

At this distance, is he going to take a long shot?

Only this way...

No time to waste.

Li Kang could only take a wild kick.

At the moment he assumed a shooting stance.

Two apparitions appeared simultaneously in his vision.

A blue number 13 jersey.

A white number 7 jersey.

Peng!

A loud boom echoed throughout the Pulusigongyuanchang!

It seemed as if the entire Beilaiyindiq area was lightly trembling.

The football underwent extreme deformation.

Whooshing!

Spinning!

Like an arrow piercing the clouds.

Rapidly rising.

Its speed in midair kept increasing!

Gradually turning into a fleeting shadow!

It brushed past Shuerci's head!

Booming toward Mengxing's goal!

Suomo looked grim.

The opponent's shot was from too far away, giving enough time to react.

Just as the dark figure flew into the penalty area...

He dug his feet hard into the turf.

He launched himself toward the right side of the goal.

He judged the direction correctly!

Under the gaze of everyone in the stadium.

The white glove was just a fingertip away from touching the ball!

Mengxing's net was lifted high.

1:2!!!

The whole stadium fell silent for two seconds.

Tens of thousands of Mengxing fans let out a desperate gasp in unison.

Beautiful!

This goal went in! A world-class strike!

Too terrifying!

A terrifying, breath‑blocking heavy cannon!

No one expected him to choose a long shot from such a distance!

This long shot not only possesses fierce, overpowering power but also high shooting accuracy! It's unbelievable how fast the Lewokusen Chinese‑descended youngster is growing—it's astonishing!

Long shot! It has become his regular shooting method!

At the last moment of the first half, Li Kang helped Lewokusen take the lead!

Chief referee Denizi immediately blew the whistle signaling the end of the first half!

Dragon Kingdom live stream.

The fans were stunned.

-【Li Mingdeng, is he... not going to lose the ball? I've never seen him lose a ball! After finally falling behind once, he equalized in the first half!】

-【Damn, he's not a muscle-bound guy, how does he have such terrifying leg power? It's even more explosive than that heavy cannon shot in the highlights!】

-【This ball could make me cry!】

-【Suggest the national team ask Lewokusen for a recipe, study what Li Kang ate—same yellow race, Dragon Kingdom people—surely it will have an effect!】

-【Look at the replay, Li Kang's long-range shot was definitely a fluke; luckily Sommer didn't cheat this time, otherwise even if he made the save, his hand would have been dislocated!】

Shu Boting remained silent.

He turned and walked into the passage.

The Mönchengladbach players had already done very well in the recent defense.

Although Zakaria was flung into the air, he managed to get the ball at the landing point beforehand, greatly delaying Lewokusen's attacking opportunity.

Baumgartner's withdrawing run caused Li Kang to lose contact with Son Heung-min.

Schultz was very cautious, not rashly challenging and losing position.

Even Sommer brought his saving ability to the utmost.

Who knew they would encounter this monster Li Kang?

This kid is outright a pervert.

Lewokusen's bench also erupted in waves of cheers.

Dino was about to rush onto the field to join the celebration.

He hadn't run a few steps.

He was grabbed by Tuopu Laotou and hauled away.

"Boss? We've taken the lead!"

"Halftime break is only fifteen minutes! Hurry back to the locker room to prepare for review! Shu Boting is very clever! In the second half he'll pull out even more disgusting tricks!"