"A rollercoaster of an offensive process."

"And it's in!"

"Li Kang single-handedly created three goals!"

"A deadly through ball for the assist!"

"Welbeck buries the suspense of the North London Derby with an elegant, side-spinning arc!"

"Perfect ball control, a brilliant chip shot that needs no adjustment, pierces Lloris's five-finger barrier!"

"Arsenal is as strong as ever! They're announcing to the world: they are the masters of North London!"

Duan Xuan was so excited he was incoherent.

Such a close derby, yet Li Kang ended the suspense so easily.

He was secretly calculating how many goals Li Kang had scored in the Premier League... and how many assists he'd created.

...

In the live broadcast room.

-【Li Mingdeng is awesome, Welbeck is awesome!】

-【Now compare, Liverpool and Leicester City are still awesome! One can break through Arsenal, and the other wasn't slaughtered by Arsenal.】

-【Tottenham is too unlucky, isn't it? They can't play when they're down by two goals. They can force Little Li to have the highest running distance of the entire game... that's pretty fierce!】

-【Li Kang's stamina bar is empty! Repeated sprints, and he was knocked flying by three strong guys...】

-【It looked like a draw in the first half... how did it become 0:3!】

-【Professor still knows how to use Little Li, the forwards are serving him too!】

...

White Hart Lane stadium.

Welbeck was stunned for a fraction of a second.

He didn't realize how the goal went in for a moment.

It wasn't until the cheers from the nearby stands rang out that the little black egg understood what was going on.

"Li, your pass was amazing!"

"I knew it..."

Welbeck was overwhelmed with excitement.

Playing well is one thing, but the key is to have chemistry with the core of the team!

His starting position at Arsenal... seems stable!

Without thinking too much.

He excitedly bumped into Morata and lifted Li Kang up in one swoop!

Teammates gathered around, cheering and celebrating.

Lloris rubbed his face in frustration, a feeling of unspeakable bitterness welling up in his heart.

He's not weak.

Why does he always get beaten so badly when he meets Li Kang?

Looks like he can forget about the Premier League Golden Glove this season.

Walker rummaged in his crotch, apologizing to his teammates.

He still thought his defensive command was fine, but he just ran into Li Kang, a monster who could still make a pass after being knocked over...

...

At the edge of the field.

Pochettino patted Dembele on the shoulder.

Pointing to the green field, he kept whispering.

He didn't show his frustration to the outside world, but calmly arranged the next tactical adjustments.

His heart was still in turmoil.

The three goals created by Li Kang completely disrupted the coaching team's adjustments and deployments.

On the other side.

Bould said, "Boss, I suggest taking Li off, their defense is getting rougher and rougher."

Wenger nodded, then shook his head: "Wait a little longer."

...

"The last fifteen minutes of regular time left in the game."

"Pochettino makes his second substitution."

"Dembele replaces Dier!"

"Wenger also enters the classic substitution moment."

"Welbeck is coming off!"

"Arsenal fans give the substitute forward, who contributed a goal and an assist, the warmest applause!"

"Giroud is coming on!"

Dembele gestured with his fingers, conveying the coaching team's adjustments.

Giroud jogged onto the field, checking his hairstyle with both hands.

With Li here, Arsenal doesn't need to adjust much.

...

The game restarts in the center circle.

Kane passes back to Dembele.

He still prefers this midfield partner.

As long as Dembele is on the field, he doesn't have to frequently fall back to receive the ball.

"The most unique and unconventional midfielder in the Premier League, Dembele!"

"An excellent product born from a mismatched style of play."

Giroud lunged at Dembele, trying to disrupt his pass.

He didn't get it.

The other party had no intention of passing the ball at all and simply dribbled past him cleanly.

Tottenham players were not in a hurry to attack.

The entire formation closely followed Dembele's rhythm.

In the stands, Tottenham fans sang in unison: "oh~

Pochettino's face was ashen.

His heart was in turmoil.

Bringing on Dembele and Lamela, and taking off Dier and Rose, strengthened the push forward and the attack, but also made Tottenham's defense even weaker.

On the other side.

No matter how excitedly Bould shouted.

Wenger was mentally prepared for Morata to miss an open goal.

....

Inside the Tottenham penalty area.

Lloris quickly adjusted his position.

He didn't dare to rush forward and jump... Li's passing lines were too ambiguous.

It's okay.

Morata's shooting accuracy...

Thump!

The ball hit the Spanish striker's head.

Then it veered towards the lower left corner of the Tottenham goal!

The speed of the ball was like a cannonball.

Leaving the Tottenham goalkeeper no time to make a diving save.

Accompanied by the sighs from the stands behind the goal.

The pure white net was rippled.

0:4!!!

"Beautiful!"

"A war of annihilation, a massacre!"

"Li Kang's pass is as accurate as a cruise missile!"

"Morata scores with a header!"

"You can always trust his forehead!"

"The outcome of the North London Derby was already sealed!"

"In the final moments of the game, Arsenal leads by four goals!"

....

Morata turned around and hugged Li Kang.

Then he excitedly ran towards the away fans' stand.

Running all the way.

Taking off his jersey.

Under the spotlight, a pink heart pattern was revealed on his white undershirt.

The crooked letters looked like a child's blessing!

White Hart Lane stadium.

At this moment, only the cheers of Arsenal fans remained!

...

Live broadcast room.

-【Morata is awesome! He finally didn't miss!】

-【Pay attention to the replay of the goal... Li Mingdeng's two consecutive pauses were amazing, a master-class midfielder! I thought only David Silva and Kroos in all of Europe could use this kind of small space ball handling so skillfully!】

-【Pause? Is it difficult? I can do it too!】

-【It's difficult, you have to accurately grasp the timing of the opponent's approach, and also calculate the opponent's distance, steps... to find the most suitable passing opportunity in that situation.】

...

The rest of the game was without suspense.

Pochettino's cards were messed up.

Wenger took off Morata and brought on Walcott.

There's no sentimentality in the North London Derby.

93rd minute.

The final stage of stoppage time.

Li Kang steals the ball from Lamela and sends a super long-distance through ball!

Walcott makes a long-distance run!

Reaches the Tottenham penalty area, and crosses to Sanchez.

The latter scores with a powerful shot!

Once again piercing Tottenham's goal!

0:5!!!

Beep! Beep beep~

The referee blew the whistle for the end of the game.

Another massacre.

The Gunners' youth, bloodbath White Hart Lane.