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大结局Chapter 208 Grand Finale
"The ball is in!"
"An unexpected powerful shot with an arc!"
"Too surprising!"
"Two French players couldn't stop him. Who said his shooting after stopping the ball wasn't deceptive enough, seeing him swing his leg from the spot?"
"Terrifying power confrontation!"
"Accurate judgment of the landing point!"
"Dominating performance!"
"Not just the finishing blow, he plays an irreplaceable core role in the overall passing and control of the Spanish team!"
"The sudden pause in the overall passing changes, a long pass of exquisite perfection disrupted the temporary deployment of the French defense!"
"Youngster Li Kang breaks the deadlock! The Spanish team has taken the lead!"
Duan Xuan and He Wei were so excited they wanted to slam the table.
Commentary in international competitions should not focus on tactical details, but should be more accessible.
But the two couldn't help it.
How many years would it take for the world of football to produce a genius midfielder like this, who transcends the individual level of physical confrontation and allows the team as a whole to reach the upper limit of any tactical system?
No.
Li Kang's physical confrontation is also terrifying!
....
Livestream.
The big screen was replaying the entire goal process:
Before Cazorla touched the ball.
Kante and Mbappe had already sprinted to get close to Li Kang.
The moment Saul's shot hit the post, Li Kang suddenly accelerated, running towards the general direction of the rebound.
Two little black dynamos followed closely behind.
Mbappe, with his speed advantage, even overtook him, firmly blocking his position.
Too bad.
He couldn't block him!
He couldn't even interfere with Li Kang's ball control and shot.
A complete dimensionality reduction strike.
-【Li Mingdeng! Too awesome!】
-【Two black guys can't hold him either? Am I watching *Three Handsome Guys*?】
-【The visual impact is too strong, awesome.】
-【Will it be like Drogba playing Senderos...leaving a shadow on the two African kids?】
-【What's wrong with Kante? He's supposed to be the strongest defensive midfielder in the Premier League, the top tackler in the top five leagues, how can his performance be so poor? He couldn't stop Li Kang twice in a row?】
-【The grass is too slippery, otherwise how could he have been dragged for a few steps?】
.....
In the stands.
Wenger couldn't help but want to applaud at first, but in the blink of an eye, he noticed the strange gazes of the surrounding fans.
Cough cough cough.
He immediately used coughing to cover up his embarrassment.
On this summer night, the Arsenal coach wasn't wearing that unzippable coat.
Well...I should have chosen a VIP box to watch the game.
"If Li joins Arsenal...he can bring my football philosophy to the extreme."
Indeed.
Last season in the Premier League, Arsenal faced all kinds of harsh "bad luck," but still managed to rank second.
Zidane looked puzzled.
Wenger smiled and said, "I can't touch the 150 million in savings, but the bank said...if Li can join Arsenal..."
The Real Madrid coach shook his head with a smile.
He envied Ferguson and Wenger, who were true managers!
They could make decisions on all affairs of the entire club with a single word, without any messy factors interfering, and even beloved young players could get a very good "growth environment."
In short:
Zidane and Enrique are responsible for team training and tactical planning, and their reach at most extends to youth training.
Real Madrid and Barcelona do not give too much authority on transfers and other matters.
They need to spend energy "socializing" with club executives and sporting directors.
But Ferguson and Wenger were different.
Not to mention building a stadium.
They could even let the team create several charitable foundations!
Right.
Wenger was the first to take the lead in creating a club's charitable foundation.
......
At the edge of the field.
Miniano was shocked and said, "Boss, I never thought we could break through the French team's goal so quickly!"
Del Bosque murmured, "I didn't expect the goal to come so easily either."
In the pre-match deployment.
The Spanish coaching team only planned a "fast start."
Using passing and penetration tactics to force the French team to narrow their defensive spacing, and then using large-scale transfers and scheduling on both wings to consume the opponent's defensive players' stamina, achieving a short-term situation of suppression and containment...
But how could Li Kang score a goal while being guarded by two small baldies?
He forcibly made the French team's level...like the Kenyan team!
On the other side.
The French team doctor hurriedly entered the field after obtaining permission from the referee team.
Deschamps didn't recover from the shock for a long time.
"That kid...how can we restrain him?"
"Payet is simply playing with fire and burning himself!"
Similar to Zidane's situation.
Deschamps' playing career was extremely brilliant, and he was a meritorious World Cup champion in French football history with outstanding achievements.
He can suppress all the restless factors in the national team dressing room in a short time.
But on a tactical level, he has not yet found a system that is more suitable for the youngsters.
Deschamps isn't a rookie coach, he did very well when he coached Marseille, but he still needs a long time to adjust...
It's not easy to be a national team coach.
In the knockout stage of this European Cup, in the two games against Ireland and Iceland, the French coaching team hasn't decided on the formation that best fits the team as a whole.
.....
Velodrome Stadium.
Spanish fans sang loudly.
French fans booed wildly.
The Spanish players did not celebrate immediately. Iniesta ran to the referee and gesticulated, accusing Payet of his foul.
Poor Payet.
He was lying painfully on his back on the grass, tears were about to fall, it hurt too much! His knee seemed to have lost feeling.
A large group of Spanish players also gathered around him.
The referee team quickly cut off the flames of chaos.
"We can now see that Payet, Mbappe, and Kante have each received a yellow card!"
"The refereeing in this game is relatively lenient."
"The referee's control of the standard will affect the normal course of the game."
Payet covered his face and was carried off the field on a stretcher.
He was called the successor of "Zidane."
Unexpectedly, in this highly anticipated European Cup semi-final...he would have so few scenes!
"The French team will make their first substitution in less than fifteen minutes...adding insult to injury!"
"Martial, the youngster from Manchester United, comes on as a substitute!"
Martial was very annoyed.
In last season's Champions League qualifiers, he became invisible when he encountered Li Kang's team.
Moreover, that kid Li Kang seems to be even stronger than before.
....
Diego Costa was very calm.
He signaled Iniesta not to be impulsive.
Spain is not Barca, and the European Cup is not the Champions League, ganging up on the referee will get you a card.
It's not worth it.
The Chelsea striker then put his arm around Li Kang's shoulder and waved wildly towards the stands!
The Velodrome Stadium was instantly enveloped in a landslide-like cheer.
"Lee!!!"
"Lee!!!"
"Lee!!!"
This is what the Spanish team should be doing now!
Use enthusiastic celebrations to extinguish the enemy's momentum!
......
In the distance.
Lloris was lost in thought.
Pogba stomped his feet angrily:
"Payet is such an idiot!"
"Are you guys playing like crap? That kid is not as good as me, how can you not defend him?"
"Do you want me to mark that kid?"
No one answered.
Big brother Evra pulled up Kante and Mbappe, patted the grass clippings on them.
Kante apologized: "Sorry, I should have let others help defend...I'm not very clear about Mbappe's defensive habits yet."
Matuidi explained, "It's my fault."
Mbappe didn't speak, showing a composure that a 17-year-old shouldn't have.
Silently returned to the frontcourt.
Defensive habits?
There are no defensive habits, attacking is the most suitable duty for him.
....
The game restarted in the center circle.
Giroud passed the ball back to Matuidi.
The French team's formation quickly pressed forward, without encountering too much resistance.
After several smooth passes.
The ball came to the forty-meter zone of the Spanish half.
Pogba steadily stopped the ball.
Facing the double-team of Iniesta and Cazorla.
Pink shoes and a pink mohawk head shone under the spotlights, like cherry blossoms dancing in the cold wind!
"Dazzling footwork!"
"Oh!"
"He can't fool the two midfield masters!"
"Pretty!"
"He still got through with his body!"
...
Not good at small techniques?
Then use your body!
The French midfielder protected the ball between his legs, forcibly breaking out of the encirclement from Iniesta's direction!
French fans cheered.
Pogba is their hope!
Long before Li Kang appeared in the news, Pogba had made a name for himself at Juventus and was hailed as the "most perfect" midfielder in football history.
Simply competing physically, the aging Barca Little White is no match for the French black man.
Pogba's explosive speed is also terrifying.
Kick the ball forward.
Take big strides.
The balanced feet behind him – Cazorla can only eat dust!
"A competition between two types of midfielders!"
"Perhaps a competition between two eras of midfield geniuses."
"Pogba wins a great victory!"
"The French team is advancing very quickly!"
...
At the same time.
Sagna and Mbappe quickly advanced to support.
Spain immediately reacted. Juanfran and San Jose judged Pogba's running tendency and quickly moved their positions forward.
According to normal thinking, a small-scale "3v2 team battle" is about to occur on the wing!
A local offense and defense that may affect the direction of the scene.
No passing!
Pogba turned his head and rushed towards Martial's side!
French big brother Evra also advanced to the spot at this time.
Plus Matuidi, who came to support!
In a short period of time, a local advancement team of four people was formed!
"An offensive routine centered on Pogba!"
"Spain is under a lot of pressure now!"
"Oh!"
"A beautiful wall pass!"
"Saul has been passed!"
"Carvajal is isolated and helpless, oh, he can't defend four people alone, where are his teammates!"
"The Spanish team is in danger!"
....
In the stands.
Wenger couldn't help but exclaim, "Everything about Pogba is too perfect, whether it's his physical condition, speed...or the control of the direction of attack, it's just too expensive, Juventus's asking price is over 100 million."
Zidane nodded seriously, agreeing.
Last summer window, Real Madrid, Barcelona, Bayern, and the Premier League powerhouses all made offers to Juventus.
It's just that the Serie A hegemon stated that it needed a season to complete the reconstruction transition, so it extended the transfer negotiations.
Otherwise.
Pogba would definitely have surpassed De Bruyne and become the transfer king at the time.
At the edge of the field.
Miniano was nervous and kept talking.
Del Bosque was still calm and composed, stroked his mustache, and said with a smile:
"Don't panic, there are no signs of chaos in our defense."
"You see, Sagna has retreated, the French team is still very pragmatic."
...
The attacking group led by Pogba一路殺到了西班牙的大禁區前沿.
Li Kang slowly retreated.
While gesturing and communicating with Ramos and De Gea, he observed Pogba's pace.
In God's perspective.
After observing that Juanfran and San Jose had retreated to their positions.
He stomped the grass, turned around, and immediately rushed towards the French black man!
Seal the inside!
In his vision, Nesta's phantom was extremely manic, fiercely pointing to the outside!
Don't listen to him!
Li Kang had already familiarized himself with Pogba's characteristics in Juventus and the French team's game recordings!
"A duel between two genius midfielders!"
"Huh? Why did Li Kang主动让 out the outside?"
"Oh! Ramos sealed off the outside!"
"Tacit understanding!"
"Saul and Carvajal's timely return also cut off Evra and Matuidi's support!"
"A one-on-one situation has formed locally!"
....
Pogba looked arrogant.
Martial, who was inserted into the middle, was reaching out to ask for the ball.
He wouldn't pass it.
That white central defender from Real Madrid could cut off the passing connection on the outside at any time!
What he has to do now is: eat Li Kang alive!
Come on!
Black-haired kid who doesn't understand fashion!
See who is the strongest midfielder!
Kick the ball with the outside of his left foot!
Also stomping on the grass!
Pogba instantly burst out with an extremely terrifying starting speed.
Eat him alive!
Eat Li Kang alive!
...
The audience was in an uproar!
All the spectators couldn't help but hold their breath, their eyes filled with狂热的期待!
Velodrome Stadium.
It seemed that all the spotlights were only shining on the two genius midfielders!
Bang!
The football slowly rolled into the penalty area!
In an instant, no one could control the ball.
Pogba's overtaking was not successful.
In the process of "eating him alive," he suddenly realized that Li Kang did not immediately get close, but there was a change in the defensive rhythm!
This kid is blocking the route to move forward....
It's a fucking curved trajectory!
He's just tricking himself into speeding up!
Eat him alive?
It's like opening your mouth wide, and the moment you bite down, the expected food doesn't come straight to your mouth, but turns around and pounces to your mouth!
Not only did his teeth hurt.
His mouth was also covered in food!
...
On the front line of the penalty area.
The two midfield cores collided heavily!
Next.
A very shocking scene happened.
The tall and mighty black midfielder flew out!
Everyone was stunned!
Vaguely recalling a scene that once occurred in the Premier League many years ago.
What kind of physical fitness is this!
"French players are gesturing for a foul!"
"The referee ignores it!"
"It's a normal and reasonable physical confrontation!"
"De Gea steadily hugs the ball!"
"Oh!"
"Pogba wanted to eat Li Kang alive!"
"De Gea isn't稳稳 controlling the rhythm?"
"Kicking the ball directly is very dangerous! Too risky!"
"Be careful of the French team's counter-attack in the frontcourt!"
"Oh! He passed the ball to Li Kang!"
....
In his vision.
Nesta's phantom dissipated with the wind, satisfied.
Pogba lay on the grass, doubting his life.