Chapter 101 The Balkans' Last Elegy

The Spanish midfielders gathered together, embracing each other.

Saúl and Koke, the two Atlético Madrid youngsters, looked at Li Kang with adoration in their eyes.

Their faces were filled with youthful smiles and unconcealed excitement.

They were tough guys, not interested in playing some sissy passing game.

Li Kang pressed his hands down, signaling his teammates to quiet down. He then quickly gestured with his fingers, relaying the upcoming tactical changes.

The others nodded like chicks pecking rice.

All of them were midfield talents playing for the top European clubs. They understood each other perfectly with just a few simple cues.

Modrić bent down and picked up the headband that had fallen to the ground.

Looking at the back of the Spanish number 6, who was surrounded by stars, he felt a mixture of emotions.

Rakitić desperately explained to Brozović and others, "That kid is strong with his back to the goal and in dynamic duels. Yes, don't try to challenge him physically when he's charging; focus on his static duels!"

He was coach Enrique's most trusted player at Barca... not a waste.

He had been a top-notch midfield workhorse during his time at Schalke 04 and Sevilla.

His technique, football IQ, and vision were all first-rate.

Yes!

Currently, looking at the "young generation" of super talents in the top five leagues...

Kroos was invincible when facing forward in the center.

De Bruyne was strong with his back to the goal on the wing.

Pogba and Li Kang were two "monsters" who could adapt to any area, but both still had different shortcomings when receiving the ball with their back to the goal or facing forward!

It couldn't be made up for with attributes in a game.

The game couldn't simulate that effect, just like it couldn't capture the characteristics of Messi, Robben, Xavi, Inzaghi... and others.

Of course.

There were three people who transcended the categories of facing forward and with their backs to the goal: Messi when he dropped deep, Hazard, and Bale in his evolution from full-back.

....

On the sidelines,

Minyano excitedly celebrated, "Boss, we need to put all our focus on Li..."

Del Bosque frowned and sighed,

"We can't let Li work so hard."

"He's too tired at the club."

"The national team coaching staff needs to have a clear understanding of his value."

"Leverkusen's tactical system is too simple. All the burden in the matches falls on him alone."

"Organizing play, pushing forward through the middle, making the killer pass, finishing shots, defensive cover..."

"Once he's targeted, the team as a whole becomes extremely vulnerable..."

"In the national team, he doesn't need to do so much dirty work! His teammates will fully unleash his abilities!"

Minyano was completely confused.

He was a fitness coach by trade.

After a moment of contemplation, he roughly understood what the old man meant: just let Li play more easily, and that's it!

On the other side,

Čačić was under a lot of pressure.

He was leading Croatia's golden generation, after all.

The midfield was in the hands of two super midfielders from Barcelona and Real Madrid.

If they lost in the first round of the group stage, he would be Croatia's scapegoat.

"Do everything you can to contain Li!"

"As long as we contain him, Spain will be lambs to the slaughter."

The assistant coach nodded obsequiously.

Croatia's rise might not be possible under the leadership of such a volatile and expressive old man...

But at this time, the Vatreni still played a beautiful game and would not choose to park the bus and defend to try to win.

.....

In the stands,

The Spanish WAGs were also a beautiful sight to behold.

They sat in the best seats, right next to the pitch.

Since who knows when, the matadors seemed to be cursed.

They always fell in love with women who were 8 or 10 years older than them.

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

Even if their breasts were big, they knew that Li Kang was the key to Spain's victory.

There was no response.

Li Kang didn't even glance in the direction of the older women, but silently picked up the soccer ball rolling on the grass and ran back to the center circle.

.....

The match restarted at the center circle.

Mandžukić passed the ball back to Modrić.

Croatia's formation steadily moved forward.

Modrić began to switch roles.

He could switch between different roles and abilities depending on the match situation, frequency, and intensity!

The Vatreni once again launched a fluid attack like mercury pouring onto the ground, like a passionate and frenzied rhapsody!

The Spanish "midfield defense" did not launch a frantic interception, but steadily retreated.

After the battle with Real Madrid,

Li Kang knew that he couldn't stop Modrić, who was active on the "left side."

No one could stop him.

He chose to ignite the flames of war in the thirty-meter zone!

Saúl tried hard to suppress the urge to rush in and closely followed the team's formation as it steadily retreated.

Without being in Atlético Madrid's well-established pressing system,

He couldn't take Modrić out of the game.

....

In the forty-meter zone,

The ball returned to Modrić's feet once again.

Morata and David Silva seized the moment when he received the ball with his back to the goal, forming a pincer movement.

These two were active in the front end of the formation, forming the first line of defense.

"Look at this ball!"

"The timing of the double-team is very precise, blocking the passing lanes and seizing the opponent's blind spot and back-to-goal..."

"Beautiful! Outside-of-the-foot flick!"

The whole stadium erupted in applause.

Modrić lightly flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot!

The ball moved out of his own center of gravity.

Morata couldn't get his foot in at all.

David Silva's grasp of close-range space and timing was also at a transcendent level, but his legs were short.

Modrić happened to flick the ball out of the range of all three.

Immediately afterwards,

The Croatian genius took advantage of his physical position

and turned 180 degrees!

Completing a one-two escape!

The whole stadium erupted!

"That's Modrić!"

"Using his incredibly skilled outside of the foot, he opened up Croatia's path forward!"

"His way of getting away is always outside his center of gravity!"

"Looking at the entire history of soccer, his outside-of-the-foot stability is in a class of its own! Quaresma and Candreva can only be ranked in the third tier!"

"It's hard to imagine how terrifying he would be if this right-footed player played on the right side of midfield at Real Madrid and the national team! He has also sacrificed a lot for the overall team!"

Pa!

The ball stuck to the grass and accurately came to Rakitić on the right.

It was also a perfect pass ahead.

So that Croatia's overall attacking rhythm did not stagnate in the slightest!

Brozović and Perišić were on both wings, and they quickly moved forward in an instant!

Modrić's figure streaked past.

The Vatreni's artillery was about to collapse the Matadors' city!

"Modrić is the cornerstone of the midfield!"

"Rakitić is the fulcrum of the attack!!"

"The two are the brain and the gearbox!"

"The key to acceleration... Rakitić, run sideways faster to find space to pass!"

Can't run!

The Barca midfielder was just about to pass the ball.

Where did the forward passing space go?

The ferocious Saúl and Cazorla quickly pressed forward!

Rakitić was very strong, with comprehensive abilities, and his dribbling was naturally not bad.

But the interception configuration composed of the Atlético Madrid youngster and the Arsenal master... forcibly suppressed him!

Beast tackles combined with extreme center-of-gravity control under balanced feet!

The duel between top European masters often depends on the advantage of local numbers.

Rakitić, how do you run?

Clang!

In the chaos, no one saw what happened.

The ball stumbled to the left.

"Badelj, the talented defensive midfielder from Fiorentina, can he continue Croatia's offensive firepower?"

"Oh no!"

Badelj was about to lift his foot to receive the ball.

At this time, in Croatia, after Modrić moved forward, he was the hub connecting the front and back fields.

Suddenly, a black-haired figure stood in front of him.

Li Kang!

Where had the Viola midfielder seen such a swift interception?

He could only watch helplessly as possession was taken away.

Rakitić looked annoyed.

Modrić, who had moved forward to the striker position, suddenly looked back, his eyes revealing unconcealed disappointment.

Vision.

He had long known that Li Kang had God-like insight.

'He has seen through our offensive system, directing Saúl and Cazorla to shift their defensive focus from me to Rakitić.'

'While waiting for an opportunity to intercept the fifty-fifty ball...'

'The essential purpose is to cut off the connection of Croatia's penultimate pass...'

The moment Li Kang stopped the ball with his foot,

Croatia's attack came to an abrupt end!

...

On the sidelines,

Minyano was stunned: Li was too excellent and too smart. He didn't choose to collide head-on with Modrić, but was directing the interception to regain possession.

Del Bosque stroked his chubby mustache and nodded in satisfaction: This is the effect we want. Li's main task in the national team is as a midfield commander, not to do dirty work!

Iniesta's eyes showed admiration: Spain has found a new path to revival!

Diego Costa looked around with a puzzled expression: What are these idiots imagining? Isn't this just Li's normal operation when he beat Chelsea?

On the other side,

Čačić waved his fist frantically and roared, "Contain that kid!"

....

Can't contain him.

Li Kang didn't need to rely on himself to complete the counterattack in the national team.

There were too many offensive resources that could be deployed!

Pa!

The ball left the Spanish number 6's left foot and leaped to the wing!

Carvajal and Alba had already rushed up!

"Spain's counterattack!"

"The rhythm of offense and defense reversal! Too fast!"

"An exciting match!"

Stadium de Toulouse.

There was no time to erupt in an uproar.

Both sides of the fans were almost out of breath!

....

It was still a fast counterattack with flanking detours.

It had nothing to do with the passing and control system.

How strong were Alba and Carvajal at this time?

One was Messi's super support.

One was BBC's auxiliary plug-in.

Could Croatia's fragile defense stop them?

Couldn't stop them!

The "defense team" composed of Srna, Ćorluka, and others was not as good as Leverkusen's defense!

Sharp knives!

Spain's wings unleashed sharp attacks like sharp knives!

Tearing the Vatreni to pieces!

"Morata's sprinting speed is also very fast!"

"Three attacking points!"

"They broke through! Srna can't catch up!"

"Hmm... David Silva's speed is too slow!"

...

Live broadcast room.

The screen was filled with barrages.

-[Modric is awesome! This game is so awesome!]

-[Without Modrić, I might not even know there is a country called Croatia in the world!]

-[As expected of the midfield masters, combat power beyond the system!]

-[If there was a Kroos on the right side of the Croatian midfield... that would be really invincible!]

-[Yes, Rakitić and Kroos are still different!]

-[Damn, is the barrage delayed?]

-[Li Ming Deng is awesome! Morata is on a breakaway again!]

....

Carvajal, Alba, and Morata drove straight in.

A simple two-pass lateral pass easily tore apart the Vatreni's defense!

The Croatian backfield was empty.

Goalkeeper Subašić felt bitter in his heart. He gritted his teeth, and his brain worked frantically.

Yes!

Defend against the worst one!

Leave the rest to luck!

Without hesitating for too long.

He excitedly rushed towards Morata!

...

Seeing that they were rushing to the edge of the penalty area.

Carvajal was very tangled.

Facing his childhood sweetheart's request for the ball, he was a little reluctant.

You, goddamn it, should use the pre-shake action of "diving header" like Van Persie!

Head!

What I want is a head!

Forget it, Alba's spacing is too wide, and my own shooting angle is not stable enough.

Morata seems to be one goal away from a hat trick, right?

It should be fine to go along the ground, right?

Pa!

The Real Madrid full-back sent a dashing ground pass,

"Beautiful!"

"You can shoot!"

"Morata!"

Clang!

The moment Morata received the ball, he slipped.

Subašić took the opportunity to tackle!

People fell on their backs!

Carvajal hammered the turf in anger.

The ball lightly skimmed over the grass, enjoying a brief moment of tranquility.

The whole stadium erupted!

Beep!

The referee blew his whistle.

Pointing to the spot of the foul, he took out a red card from his pocket!

"Red card!"

"Goalkeeper Subašić paid a heavy price for this rash attack!"

"This is undoubtedly a heavy blow to Croatia, who are one goal behind!"

"Too dramatic!"

"Clearly, Croatia, who had the advantage on the field and were more impactful, fell into the abyss without realizing it!"

"No problem! There is no controversy about this red card!"

"To some extent, Subašić preserved Croatia's hope of equalizing the score!"

"He did not allow Spain to widen the lead."

"In the final stage of the first half, the Matador Legion got a free kick with a very good position!"

....

Toulouse Stadium.

Protests and boos drowned out the cheers.

The Croatian players surrounded the referee, desperately explaining.

The result did not change.

Coach Čačić covered his face in pain and made the first substitution adjustment.

Substitute goalkeeper Vargić replaced defensive midfielder Badelj!

With the birth of a red card, the hope of equalizing became even more渺茫...

Collapsed.

Is it going to collapse?

Are they going to face a desperate situation in the first round of the group stage?

Soccer is a calling card for the Vatreni to enhance their international influence!

On the other side,

Minyano was very excited.

Del Bosque quickly held him down: "Calm down, we are only one goal ahead. Don't underestimate the tenacity of Yugoslav football!"

The little assistant asked in confusion: "Boss? Yugoslavia? Is there still such a thing?"

Del Bosque patted his big belly, and the memories hidden for many years seemed to be awakened, and he smiled: "Well, they are a group of... true fighters!"

...

The game resumed.

Croatia lined up a high wall.

In terms of aerial ability alone,

They have a high-point advantage that far exceeds the little dwarves.

Morata and Ramos, Saúl, and Pique were ambushing in the penalty area.

A little panic.

If the person taking the penalty is Li Kang...

The balls will be blown off in minutes.

The referee took out a foam sprayer and drew an irregular "u" at the place of the foul.

"We can see... Cazorla, David Silva, Koke, and Li Kang are all standing in front of the penalty spot at the same time!"

"It's a bit of an exaggeration. Not to mention the national team, even the giants of the top five leagues can hardly have so many set-piece masters!"

"If you add the substitutes..."

Duan Xuan and He Wei were speechless for a while.

Can't count them.

Under normal circumstances, different footed players should be selected according to the location of the penalty.

But the feet of this group of midfield magicians in Spain are too abnormal!

.....

Balkan Peninsula.

Since ancient times, it has been the only way for Asian nomadic peoples to invade Europe, and it is also the front line of the battle between the civilizations of the two continents.

Over thousands of years, this place has collided with complex and diverse cultural and religious ethnic groups.

Countless people sat in front of the TV with complicated feelings.

Yugoslav football has a brilliant past in history.

The honor on the sports level once tightly solidified the hearts of all people.

The midfield model behind the great achievements is not Modrić and Rakitić.

It's Li Kang!

It is the perfect combination of strong body and elegant technique!

As early as last year's Champions League additional qualifying match, the sensational free kick at Old Trafford awakened the memories of the Balkan people!

Leverkusen's No. 10 jersey can be seen everywhere on the fragmented land.

Balkan toilet paper media said: He must have the blood of the blue Danube flowing in his body.

The pain of disintegration.

The **** incident.

** turmoil.

***War.

The equilibrium point of Eastern and Western influence.

Let the football form, which should have reached its peak, die out in an instant.

Slovenia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Serbia, Kosovo, Macedonia... countless viewers looked at the Spanish No. 6 on the screen, as if expecting something.

He is the last elegy of Yugoslav football.

...

Beep!

The referee whistled.

Everyone's heart tightened.

Vargić was a little nervous. Although he was a substitute goalkeeper, he had a very correct professional attitude. He had already understood the set-piece characteristics of the group stage opponents. The Spanish No. 6 in front of him... was best at powerful long shots with curved trajectory, which made him feel terrified.

When he saw Li Kang taking action,

The Croatian goalkeeper kept praying in his heart: Feint, it must be a feint!

...

Li Kang had a calm expression.

He started his run-up.

The shadow at the brain spread wildly, and all attributes were raised to the extreme.

In God's perspective,

The river of time slowed down again.

In the field of vision, a golden phantom wearing a No. 11 jersey quietly appeared.

Yugoslav national team - Mihajlović.

Every step he took,

The golden phantom shook off little starlight, which merged into his left foot.

An impeccable action posture.

Various emotions frantically devoured Li Kang's consciousness.

Kindness.

Forgiveness.

Reconciliation.

Hope.

Redemption.

Yugoslavia, the last elegy.

Li Kang's pace, movements and phantoms gradually synchronized.

Came to the ball.

He and the golden phantom completely overlapped.

In God's perspective,

Suddenly, a brilliant line of light appeared!

....

Toulouse Stadium, silent.

The eyes of the whole world moved with the running line in the camera.

There was no violent spin.

There was no violent roar.

Like a withered leaf falling slowly from a branch.

The cycle of fallen leaves and withered grass is the node of a life.

No matter how much wind and frost you experience, you will eventually return to the dust.

....

When the Croatian net was lifted again,

Toulouse Stadium seemed to have experienced decades of silence.

After a brief commotion.

Applause thundered.

3:1!

"Beautiful!"

"The ball went in!"

"On a summer night in France, Spanish youngster Li Kang made everyone feel the bleakness of autumn!"

"Falling leaf ball!"

"The ball bypassed the wall and drifted left and right towards the opponent's goal. When the goalkeeper reacted, the sudden dive broke all the Croatian people's luck!"

"No problem, an impeccable free kick scored directly!"

"Spain once again widened the lead!"

"The next game will be extremely difficult for the Vatreni, who are one player short."

....

Li Kang stood there.

The golden phantom in his vision dissipated with the wind.

His teammates surrounded him.

"Li, you're great! Who said that the falling leaf ball is exclusive to Juninho and Pirlo..."

"This ball is like Balotelli...."

"Has the peak level of Mihajlović's goal back then!"

"Why are you looking at me? The turf is too slippery... I knew Li could kick the ball in!"

The Croatian players lowered their heads.

Red card.

One less player.

Two goals behind.

Modrić rubbed his face with both hands and instantly regained his fighting spirit.

He quickly picked up the ball from the net and raised his arms constantly as he ran back to the center circle.

Not only to encourage his teammates, but also to encourage the Croatian fans at the scene.

....

Ctv5 live broadcast room.

The dark barrage covered the big screen.

-[Li Ming Deng is awesome! This free kick seems to have touched my soul!]

-[This guy is definitely going to be popular all over the Internet. I usually don't watch soccer, but I know that normal people can't kick this kind of footwork. He's also good-looking!]

-[Elegance never goes out of style!]

-[Work of art, a mysterious work of art. No matter which angle you look at it from... you won't get tired of watching it a hundred times!]

-[Spanish soccer is about to usher in a revival. Li Mingdeng of the national team is definitely in a class of his own. It's too fragrant. The game company is going to update the version overnight!]

-[Li Kang is going to be popular. The artistry of his soccer is too high. He will definitely be a hot topic tonight!]

-[Modric can't carry it. There are very serious problems with Croatia's defense line and the coaching staff's tactics. They need a coach to fix it!]

-[Hey, eleven against ten! I don't believe the Vatreni can come back. Spain won't give them a chance!]

....

The game resumed.

Mandžukić felt bitter in his heart.

He was also a top striker for Juventus.

Morata, this big waste, almost completed a hat trick.

He hasn't touched the ball in the opponent's half a few times yet...

The ball passed slowly a few times.

The referee looked at his watch and blew the whistle to end the first half.

Accompanied by warm applause.

The players on both sides slowly walked off the green field.

The first 45 minutes of the game were full of ups and downs, and the neutral fans called it enjoyable.

"Li, come and wipe your sweat... Oh! You didn't sweat, then eat a banana!"

"Save your strength, this is just the first group match!"

....

Spanish locker room.

The coaching staff reviewed the tactical details of the first half with the players.

Minyano stood aside and couldn't get a word in.

He was a fitness coach and his understanding of tactics was far inferior to that of Cazorla, David Silva, Iniesta and others.

Del Bosque stood up and started moving the flags on the blackboard.

"After Li came on the field, we restricted Rakitić's role in connecting the frontcourt and seized two opportunities!"

"Croatia's attacking methods are too simple. Modrić has very limited resources to deploy and can't make any waves."

"Čačić's coaching staff is too incompetent. They have no chance of reversing the situation!"

"In the second half, Saúl and Cazorla will continue to mark Rakitić. Without this connection point, their rib attack will be paralyzed!"

"Pay attention to cooperating with Li!"

"Croatia has lost Badelj and their defensive structure will be even more fragile!"

"Of course, this is just the first group match, and our main idea is to save energy!"

The Czech Republic and Turkey are also tough opponents.

Spain must qualify as the first in the group to enter the easy half!

If it's the second in the group... if you're a little unlucky.

You might have to fight Italy, Germany, France, and Belgium all the way!

....

Croatian locker room.

Čačić roared angrily at Subašić.

No one spoke.

For Croatia, soccer is not just a simple sport.

Their predecessors achieved good results in the European Cup and World Cup at the end of the last century, and the international influence brought by them was far-reaching.

The soccer of the Vatreni has an unimaginable diplomatic significance.

The head coach finished venting his anger.

"We want victory! We don't need to save energy anymore. All the cup game consumption strategies are void at this moment!"

Modrić clapped his hands and began to explain the tactical adjustments for the second half to his teammates.

He still had a smile on his face.

"We are Croatia."

.....

The fifteen-minute half-time break was soon over.

The players on both sides returned to the field.

The Toulouse Stadium, the four sides of the stand restored the noisy.

The fans also adjusted their emotions and cheered for the soldiers again!

"Good evening, audience friends, welcome back!"

"We are now broadcasting live the first round of the group stage of Group D of the 2016 French European Cup!"

"The second half of the match between Spain and Croatia!"

"The first half was extremely intense, with four goals contributed by both sides. The temporary score is 3:1!"

"Oh! We see that the Spanish team has made the second substitution adjustment!"

"Iniesta replaces Morata!"

"No striker formation?"

"This is to strengthen the midfield control!"

"Croatia, who are one player short, may face a difficult situation next."

....

With the whistle of the referee.

The second half of the game began!

Spanish ball possession.

Cazorla kicked the ball horizontally to David Silva.

The latter touched the ball with one foot and passed it back.

The ball came to Li Kang. He still touched the ball with one foot and found Iniesta in front of him diagonally.

Croatia's midfield and frontcourt players began to press frantically.

It doesn't work.

Even if there were no fewer players in the midfield, it would be difficult to win against a nearly "complete" Spain.

"After Iniesta came on the field, the effect was too obvious!"

"Spain's midfield has one more passing point."

"They have returned to the passing and control style!"

"Hey! Pique, don't lose your mind, it's dangerous. Fortunately, De Gea attacked in time!"

With the passage of time.

The young Spanish No. 6 has become the focus on the green field.

Li Kang seemed to have a God's perspective, and always appeared in the most suitable position to help his teammates resolve Croatia's pressing.

Perfect passing and receiving.

Exquisite ball strength.

Naturally formed positioning.

Yes.

It's walking.

The Spanish team seemed to have returned to its former peak dynasty.

In front of the TV, the fans in the Iberian Peninsula had red eyes.

Sword holder!

The matador who turned passing and controlling into a sharp blade and red cloth to dominate the game!

....

Del Bosque was worried.

He regretted replacing Busquets a little.

Fortunately, the two Atlético Madrid kids, Saúl and Koke, were desperate enough to cover up the static passing and control defects in a short period of time.

Passing and control is a defensive form for Spain.

Control the ball.

Save energy.

Minyano said excitedly: "Boss, there is no suspense in this game."

Del Bosque shook his head and said in a heavy tone: "Have you noticed the details? Although Croatia is one player short, their tireless running covers up the local numerical disadvantage... It's like we are still playing against eleven Croatians!"

....

Modrić ran back and forth.

He was tirelessly active in every corner of the field.

While filling in the gaps, he constantly raised his hand to direct his teammates and tried his best to hinder the advancement of the matadors.

Li Kang couldn't find any opportunity to speed up and draw his sword.

The Vatreni in front of him were like an angry bull with red eyes.

Yes.

Or a beast with considerable wisdom.

In the sky above the Toulouse Stadium.

The Croatian team song echoed.

"When the sun kisses his fertile land."

"When the gale blows his oak trees."

"When heaven takes away his love, his heart... still beats to the rhythm of Croatia!"

...

Spanish fans were stunned.

A chill could not help but rise in the depths of their hearts.

This is just a group match, not a knockout match.

Does Croatia want to tear a layer of skin off Spain?

They couldn't understand.

When Iniesta was still looking forward to talking to Li Kang about partners, villages, and ties...

The Croatian players would think it was the most ridiculous joke.

They are children who survived the flames of war.

They did not experience a complete youth training system like the players from Germany, Spain, France, and England.

People in peacetime cannot personally feel the cruelty of war.

It's okay.

A tenacious soul can sometimes match the most perfect tactical system in the world.

...

In the 88th minute of the game.

Modrić suddenly accelerated and suddenly stole the ball from under Pique's feet.

The La Masia triangle passing and control system collapsed in an instant.

Toulouse Stadium.

The Croatian fans broke out into hysterical shouts.

The suffering of life and death did not defeat Modrić.

Too bad.

Soccer is a team sport.

Even if his personal speed and ball accuracy soared to the extreme.

Useless.

The tired teammates could no longer keep up with his pace.

One player short, there was not enough running, pulling, and passing points in the frontcourt.

With the return of Li Kang, Saúl, Ramos and others,

Modrić finally fell to the grass.

His proud outside-of-the-foot pass could not break through the Matador's cage after all.

...

Finally.

The referee blew the whistle to end the game.

Spain 3:1 Croatia.

Del Bosque breathed a sigh of relief: "This group match looks more tiring than the knockout match."

Minyano asked in confusion: "Boss, isn't this an easy victory? Most of our players didn't consume much energy. Li's jersey... is still as new as ever."