vip box.

A red-nosed old man, chewing gum, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He raised his hand, pointed, and asked, "That Asian player from Leverkusen is excellent. What country is he from?"

The assistant beside him said, "Sir, his name is Son Heung-min, and he comes from the same country as Park Ji-sung."

Ferguson nodded appreciatively, "Yes, he runs tirelessly on the field, just like Park back then, disciplined, hardworking, and with a good attitude!"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the Leverkusen bench, "Leverkusen's number 10? That's a great number, and it's being worn by an Asian! He's much more handsome than Son Heung-min. Is he a Korean player too?"

The assistant shook his head, "He's a Dragon descendant..."

Pfft.

Ferguson quickly spat out the chewing gum and took out a white handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

A hint of disgust flashed in his expression.

He seemed to be reminded of a distant memory.

"Dragon Country is a great country, but... you must never associate with their football."

.....

Back on the field.

The two teams played an all-out attacking game.

But Leverkusen couldn't get the ball to the front line at all.

Çalhanoğlu was like an invisible man, completely shut down.

When Leverkusen's two full-backs moved forward to provide more passing options for him.

Manchester United's forward pressing became even more fierce.

"Facing a Premier League-level midfield, Çalhanoğlu's static ball control and physical confrontation are completely at a disadvantage."

"Schmidt wants to reduce Çalhanoğlu's passing pressure, but it's no use. Increasing the passing points on both sides doesn't solve the pressure in the midfield matchup."

"Both teams advocate attacking football and pressing. Although Manchester United has sent up many young players, they clearly have the initiative in the game!"

24 minutes into the game.

Çalhanoğlu finally got rid of Fellaini and was about to send a through ball.

Bang!

A red figure rushed over.

Çalhanoğlu staggered and fell to the ground.

Herrera easily tackled the ball!

"Maldini once said: When I need to tackle, it means I've made a mistake."

"But this sentence doesn't apply to Premier League teams!"

"Herrera passed the ball back to Blind? Isn't this missing the best counter-attack opportunity? Leverkusen's backfield is empty!"

Blind took a short run-up.

His body tilted.

His left foot slammed into the football!

The football rose from the ground.

Spinning at high speed, it flew towards Leverkusen's backfield.

"Beautiful!"

"A long pass across the entire half!"

Manchester United fans don't like this Dutch center-back.

But Van Gaal stubbornly believes that the left center-back must be played by a left-footed player to ensure a passing advantage.

...

Leverkusen's backfield was left with only Jonathan Tah and Papadopoulos.

The two full-backs and Bender and Kramer couldn't get back in time to support Çalhanoğlu!

Martial lifted his foot to control the ball in the thirty-meter area.

Then he burst out with amazing speed!

He charged towards Leverkusen's penalty area.

Lingard was also sprinting wildly on the other side.

Although he couldn't outrun the referee this time.

But the result was no suspense.

Martial pulled away the two Leverkusen center-backs and still managed to pass the ball into the penalty area in a narrow space!

Lingard didn't panic at all, facing the onrushing Leverkusen goalkeeper.

He received the ball with his back to the goal.

He used a scorpion kick.

He scored again with his heel, breaking Leverkusen's goal again.

2:0!!!

"Beautiful!"

"So imaginative! It's Lingard again! He's the hope of Old Trafford, the future of English football!"

"Manchester United has extended their lead!"

"Leverkusen needs to think of a way."

....

Schmidt's face was ashen.

Manchester United formed a dimension-reducing strike against Leverkusen at the tactical level!

Player matchup ability?

Did you see Rooney and Mata coming out of the Manchester United bench?

Those two were warming up!

Leverkusen fans in front of the TV were miserable.

Why couldn't their all-powerful Çalhanoğlu turn the tide?

...

Time passed by minute by minute.

"Beep! Beep beep~"

The referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

Leverkusen players walked off the field listlessly.

Manchester United players interacted happily with the fans in the stands.

"Li, can you help me watch the coach's thermos?"

The assistant coach left a sentence and rushed to the player tunnel.

Li Kang didn't need to participate in the locker room "mid-term meeting" at all.

He sat alone in the corner of the bench.

As if he had nothing to do with this game.

The director's camera happened to move to the bench.

Dragon Country live broadcast room.

-[Hey, no chance to play, not even attending the locker room meeting. Isn't that different from being isolated? Brother Li might as well go back to the youth team to practice!]

-[Leverkusen is in a big headwind in this game. Dare they send up Li Kang?]

-[Brother Li is very good in the youth league, but this is the Champions League arena! Even if Leverkusen is crazy about money, they don't dare to give too many appearances.]

-[Manchester United has many fans in Dragon Country. If Li Kang can appear at Old Trafford, it will be more useful than any advertisement Leverkusen can do.]

....

Leverkusen locker room.

Schmidt flushed and roared wildly.

"Son, your running is meaningless. You should withdraw more to meet Hakan!"

"And Lars, you should step up to protect Hakan!"

"I don't understand why you can't stop Manchester United's two young players. You've been broken through twice in the same way. Are they better than Robben? Christoph, go home with your game console!"

Silence.

No player refuted.

Leverkusen's morale had plummeted.

Schmidt walked to the side and left the words of encouragement to only one person.

He said gently to Çalhanoğlu, "Hakan! We still have time! You are our core!"

....

The fifteen-minute break ended quickly.

The players from both sides returned to the field.

"Leverkusen used their first substitution!"

"Youngster Brandt replaced Bellarabi. This is a positional substitution!"

"The two sides will fight again in the second half! Looking forward to the two teams bringing us a more exciting game!"

"The referee blows the whistle, and the second half officially begins!"

Leverkusen's situation still didn't develop in a good direction.

Even if the whole team was serving Çalhanoğlu.

He was still lost in Manchester United's crazy strangulation in the midfield.

-[What's the situation? Why is King Çal not working?]

-[It's normal for players of this style to become gods when the wind is going their way and turn into dogs when it isn't.]

-[Leverkusen is cold. I can't understand Manchester United fans crying about being weak all the time. No matter how bad Manchester United's lineup is, it's still very easy to handle the strong teams in the five major leagues! Rooney and Mata haven't even played yet!]

....

60 minutes into the game.

After receiving the ball, Brandt didn't hand it over to Çalhanoğlu to organize.

Schmidt roared frantically on the sidelines.

It was no use.

Brandt chose to do it himself.

He dribbled the ball alone and charged into Manchester United's half-rib.

Facing Smalling's press, he suddenly accelerated and tried to change direction.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his calf.

The whole person fell to the ground.

Beep!

The referee blew the whistle and showed Smalling a yellow card!

"From the slow-motion replay, Smalling kicked Brandt's calf!"

"Leverkusen has won a good free-kick opportunity in the frontcourt! Can they pull one back!"

"It's time for Çalhanoğlu to perform! Last season! His free-kick hit rate was the highest in the five major leagues!"

...

Çalhanoğlu stood in front of the penalty spot.

He waved his hand to signal other teammates to participate in the attack. He didn't need a free-kick feint.

Old Trafford suddenly erupted into boos.

Manchester United fans were very disgusted with this "Beckham imitator."

Not to mention the level of the free-kick.

Just in terms of looks, he's not in the same league as Beckham.

...

On the sidelines.

Schmidt seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

He stood on the sidelines, his eyes fixed on Manchester United's half.

Çalhanoğlu scored 6 free kicks last season!

Leverkusen hasn't lost yet!

We still have a chance!

On the other side.

Van Gaal crossed his legs, his expression relaxed.

"Which position do you think he'll aim for?"

Giggs held the tactical board and said seriously:

"According to the data analysis from our coaching team last season, there is a 70% probability that he will hit the upper left corner."

...

Çalhanoğlu started to run horizontally.

He came to the ball in three steps.

He twisted his body and exerted force.

He swung his leg!

The football rose from the ground.

With a curved arc like a scimitar.

It passed over the wall.

It went straight to the upper left corner of Manchester United's goal!

"Beautiful!"

"Old Trafford has seen a crescent moon scimitar again!"

De Gea stomped his feet hard on the grass.

It was an incredible reaction speed.

His body stretched to the extreme in mid-air!

His red gloves were clenched into fists.

Bang!

The football was blocked out of bounds!

Old Trafford instantly erupted into thunderous applause.

Leverkusen fans were in an ice cellar.

Çalhanoğlu was stunned.

The power and touch of his free kick were perfect, so why was it blocked!

"25-year-old De Gea made a miraculous save, his expression is very relaxed, and he's still chewing gum!"

"He's been called the successor to Casillas and Van der Sar!"

"The cornerstone of Manchester United's defense for the next ten years!"

-[We should thank Real Madrid's fax machine for breaking down! It kept De Gea at Manchester United!]

-[De Gea's long legs have a higher blocking success rate than his hands... Leverkusen has no chance!]

-[Weak teams have great goalkeepers! (Dog head saves lives!)]

....

"Glory, glory, manunited~"

"Glory, glory, manunited~"

"Andtheredsgomarchingononon!!!"

Manchester United's team song floated over Old Trafford.

It was passionate and loud.

Inspiring.

But in the ears of the Leverkusen coach, it was a song of hell.

Schmidt sat back on the coach's seat dejectedly.

He couldn't think of any countermeasures.

No midfielder on the bench was stronger than Çalhanoğlu.

...

Leverkusen's players were in low spirits.

In terms of one-on-one ability alone, Son Heung-min and Kießling would not lose to any player on Manchester United's defense.

But the football could never be passed to their feet.

If they withdrew to receive the ball, the attacking rhythm would become very slow.

The scene would turn into a positional battle again.

Positional battle.

Leverkusen didn't have much of an advantage against Manchester United at Old Trafford.

Çalhanoğlu was also getting more and more irritable under Herrera's entanglement.

He began to accuse his teammates of their running positions and support timing.

82 minutes into the game.

Çalhanoğlu was tackled again, along with the ball.

He rolled on the grass in pain.

"The referee signaled the team doctor to enter the field quickly!"

"Ah! From the slow-motion replay, Herrera didn't foul. He destroyed the ball first, then hit Çalhanoğlu!"

"If Çalhanoğlu can't continue the game, it will definitely be a double whammy for Leverkusen!"

....

On the sidelines.

When Schmidt saw the team doctor's gesture.

He was devastated.

There were only 8 minutes left in the regular game time.

The midfield core was injured again.

How could they play!

Did he really want to bring on that Dragon descendant?

This was a Champions League qualifier!

"Let Li play..."

"But he hasn't warmed up yet."

....

Li Kang heard the assistant coach calling his name.

The system prompt also sounded quietly at the same moment.

[Ding! Task triggered: Shine on the Theater of Dreams!]

[Task content: This ancient and great stadium has given birth to countless legendary moments. Believe in yourself, you can do it too!]

[Task reward: Platinum Treasure Chest!]

"Listen, Li... Forget it, just play well. We can't concede any more goals!"

The assistant coach took back all the tactical details he wanted to say.

He didn't think Li Kang could understand in a short time.

....

The four stands of Old Trafford.

Manchester United fans curiously looked at the Asian teenager wearing the Leverkusen number 10 jersey.

They couldn't help but whisper to each other.

Van Gaal smiled:

"Isn't that the little guy we met in the tunnel?"

Giggs nodded: "Before the game, our coaching team couldn't find his first-team game data. We only knew that he came from La Masia..."

Van Gaal's face darkened, as if he didn't want to recall his past coaching Barcelona.

....

"We see that Leverkusen has made another substitution!"

"Number 10 player Li Kang replaces Çalhanoğlu! It should be a positional substitution."

"We are not very familiar with the characteristics of this Dragon descendant player."

"I hope he can show a bright performance!"

-[Where's the brother who said he would eat thirty pounds of shit if Li Kang could play in the first team? Not only has he played in the Bundesliga, but he has also played in the Champions League qualifier.]

-[What's the use? Can he touch the ball? Does winning have anything to do with him?]

-[Leverkusen is just letting it rot. It's just completing the commercial expansion task at the end of the game.]

-[Brother Li is very good! A big killer in the youth league!]

-[Manchester United fans are crying about being weak, and Li Kang fans are crying about being strong...]

....

Li Kang stood on the sidelines of the center circle.

The system panel also appeared in front of him.

[Ball control: 74; Passing: 81.]

[Shooting: 65; Heading: 59; Set pieces: ??.]

[Curve: 68; Speed: 72↑; Foot strength: 70↑.]

[Jumping: 67; Physical contact: 78↑; Stamina: 79↑.]

[Defense: 76; Tackling 74↑; Goalkeeping: 30.]

During this time, with the help of the destroyer midfielder template.

Several of his attributes have been greatly improved.

Beep!

The referee blew the whistle.

All the data in front of Li Kang's eyes also disappeared in an instant.

He faced the wind.

He stepped onto the Theater of Dreams.