Chapter 93: Premier League?

Li Kang came to his senses.

The feeling of sorrow gradually faded.

He picked up his phone and found that only five minutes had passed.

He shook his left and right feet.

He felt the changes in his body...

It seemed there was no change.

"Balanced Feet" did not trigger a module link with "Golden Left Foot".

Several notifications popped up in the phone's notification bar:

Morata and little Dennis urged themselves to hurry downstairs to play games;

Wo Le Er's shared German-version "Chicken Soup for the Soul";

Havertz reposted a German U17 goal compilation.

It seemed something was missing.

Knock knock knock!

Li Kang opened the door and looked.

It was Van Gaal wearing a red tie!

"Li! What a coincidence! We've met again in a foreign land!"

Old Van's expression was very unnatural.

Li Kang nodded.

This world-famous coach is a very proud person; even if he met Cruyff on La Rambla, he would absolutely not be that enthusiastic!

"Give me a few minutes! Don't overthink it—this isn't about discussing a transfer with you..."

Li Kang stepped aside to let him pass.

Van Gaal walked straight into the house, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water without ceremony, and began his "barrage".

"Lewokusen's back line is too weak! That little black... Jonathan Tah and Papadopoulos—these two players have no competitiveness in the Champions League!"

"Although I devoted my time to attacking football, in the Champions League, defense is paramount!"

"When we meet Barcelona again, are you confident of defeating their full starting lineup?"

Old Van carefully observed Li Kang's expression changing... there was no change at all.

He then said with a hint of regret:

"Let me tell you about Manchester United's upcoming winter transfer window and next summer's transfer window recruitment targets!"

Li Kang nodded.

He wasn't in a hurry to rest.

Even back when he was a minor substitute for Lewokusen, he had met the solicitous Van Gaal at Old Trafford.

The initial impression wasn't too bad.

Van Gaal confidently took out pen and paper and said seriously: "Harry Maguire! He's only 22 years old this year! He's a gem hidden in the Championship league! He has all the qualities needed to become a world-class center-back! You know, I'm good at judging defenders! In 15 league matches I can line up 18 different center-back combinations!"

"Jorginho! 24 years old, a genius midfielder from Napoli in Serie A! He will absolutely be Europe's best in the future! He represents the trend of football! He can help you reduce redundant organizational chaining tasks! He..."

"Lukaku! Everton's... no need to mention, he's already proved his ability in the Premier League!"

"Timo Werner! 19 years old! A super striking killer from Stuttgart in Germany! He's the next Klinsmann! The next golden bomber!"

Old Van noticed a change in Li Kang's micro-expression.

Was it surprise? No! It was delight!

There's hope!

Strike while the iron is hot!

"Have you noticed their ages? They'll grow together with you! A flawless perfect central axis!"

"Manchester United! It will usher in a great..."

Li Kang instinctively reached out his hand!

Van Gaal's breathing was rapid, his face flushed!

A historic moment! The beginning of a great collaboration!

He trembled as he stretched out his hand!

He was just about to bump fists!

But Li Kang turned around and angled his arm toward the door.

Van Gaal's gaze went blank.

He suddenly felt that October's Seoul was very cold... colder than Amsterdam!

Suddenly.

A burst of hurried footsteps woke the Manchester United manager's thoughts.

"Li! Why aren't you better yet..."

Before little Dennis could finish his sentence, he frowned slightly and muttered: "Van Gaal... you want to trick Li into joining the Netherlands team!"

Li Kang: "..."

Old Van shook his head, stood up, and strode out the door: "Li, you don't need to give me an answer now; rest early! The winter or summer transfer window is still far off."

He casually patted Dennis's shoulder: "Little guy, don't let your memory stay stuck in the 2014 World Cup."

In the 2014 World Cup, the Netherlands team and Spain team reunited in the group stage...

The people of the Libya Peninsula remembered this Dutch coach who loved wearing a red tie.

Barcelona.

Kruyin Fu slowly opened their eyes.

Three blue magpies hopped on the branches outside the window.

It shook loose a few withered leaves.

"The autumn in Barcelona always brings a feeling of desolation that leaps onto the page!"

"Let me think... Did Barça lose the match? It's fine, a temporary win or loss..."

"1,000,000 euros?"

"1,000,000 euros!"

"Damn Robert! Stupid Enrique! And the Barça higher-ups! A bunch of idiots... trash!"

Two nurses rushed into the ward.

"Mr. Kruyin Fu! Don't get agitated! Please calm down!"

"Calm my ass! Damn it! Reporters! Quickly summon all the reporters from across Europe!"

"Number 4 position! The third-generation number 4 from La Masia!"

"The TV is playing highlights of the friendly match between the Spain and Korea teams!"

"On the screen."

"A figure stretched out in midair..."

"Soaring..."

Kruyin Fu involuntarily widened their eyes.

Kruyin Fu's chaotic thoughts seemed to be pulled back to 41 years ago.

The whole person instantly fell silent.

"Barça... lost more than just the number 4 position..."

Li Kang hadn't played the game for long before hastily returning to their room.

"How come someone is standing at the door again?"

"An elegant elderly person with gold-white hair?"

"Pellegrini!"

"Manchester City manager!"

"Li, nice to meet you!"

The two shook hands.

Li Kang felt the warmth coming from the other's palm.

"I'm here to invite you to join Manchester City."

Pellegrini doesn't have as many scheming tricks as Van Gaal.

They got straight to the point!

He elaborated: If Li Kang joins Manchester City, what kind of chemistry would he produce with David Silva and De Bruyne?

His rough idea was: to build a midfield combination stronger than the legendary duo.

No time was wasted.

Just under three minutes.

Pellegrini then said goodbye.

He had just stepped out when he bumped into a middle-aged woman.

Chelsea's "Iron Lady" Skaya!

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

The three Premier League giants actually held a secret meeting with Lewokusen's young prospect on the same night!

Yu-jeong, encouraged by her companions,

holding Lewokusen's number 10 jersey.

she arrived at the hotel where the Spanish national team was staying.

She encountered no obstruction.

After all, she is a nationally known Korean child star; even the hotel's old staff would recognize her.

"If I don't get Li Kang's autograph today..."

"then I might never have another chance in my lifetime!"

"Come on!"

Chasing stars during adolescence is crazy.

That is a feeling of infatuation.

It creates a psychological dependence on the idol.

In fantasies, one communicates with the idol.

Experts believe: this is a halo effect!

Even if the idol has flaws, they are dulled, commonly called the "fan filter"!

But how far can this filter go?

When Yu-jeong saw an elegant middle-aged woman leaving Li Kang's room,

she could no longer keep up the filter.

Something in her heart collapsed with a bang.