The football was like a cannonball fired from a gun.

Whizzing.

Spinning.

Carrying a fierce and vigorous momentum.

Brushing past the white-gold gloves, it霸道 lifted the nearby net.

Courtois, falling to the ground, couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Hiddink's face was pale.

The football was stuck tightly to the net, spinning violently.

The goal frame trembled continuously.

0:1!!!

Stamford Bridge was silent for a few seconds, then erupted with exclamations of surprise.

Tens of thousands of Chelsea fans were dumbfounded, as if they had seen a familiar figure.

...

"Beautiful!"

"The ball went in!"

"An earth-shattering close-range cannon shot!"

"Seventeen-year-old Havertz with a挑传 assist in the penalty area, eighteen-year-old Li Kang抢点 scores! The two young players' magical cooperation helped Leverkusen take the lead!"

"This goal is very Chelsea!"

"It's hard to imagine that he conquered Stamford Bridge so easily!"

"Chelsea's iron defense, the Blues' goalkeeper Courtois, was helpless in the face of the North Rhine genius's cannon shot!"

"Can Li Kang lead the team to replicate the晋级 miracle of more than a decade ago?"

....

In the live broadcast room.

The screen was filled with comments.

-【What are they doing? Chelsea is behind?】

-【Leverkusen isn't really going to make it to the semi-finals, are they?】

-【The attacking process looks simple and direct, but it precisely hits the weakness of Chelsea's defense. Li Kang is taking advantage of the opportunity when the two full-backs 收大禁区 to attack!】

-【Heading the ball back and then插爆射, it's all done in one go. Li Mingdeng, who has fallen to the T1 level, is still terrifying!】

-【The director's replay is a bit long. From the moment Pato had a one-on-one, Li Mingdeng rushed towards Chelsea's penalty area. It's like he knows the opponent is菜.】

-【Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Toppmöller must have mastered how to use Li Kang, not letting him participate in defending the backcourt, and releasing his attacking ability.】

-【Chelsea's defense isn't familiar enough with the seventeen-year-old Havertz. This kind of rhythmic妖 has an amazing feel for the ball, and can still send a挑传 even when falling.】

-【Leverkusen's one-goal lead isn't stable. The game has just started, and Chelsea's strength can equalize at any minute.】

....

On the sidelines.

Dino excitedly threw the mineral water bottle on the ground and stomped on it a few times: "Boss, as long as we hold the score, we can advance to the Champions League semi-finals!"

Old Toppmöller, who was about to celebrate, suddenly stopped and, after a moment of thought, said, "Don't make tactical adjustments yet. We may not be able to hold on. We don't know enough about how Rémy and Pato play in Chelsea's system."

Rémy came from the Lyon youth training, and scored goals like crazy during his time at Nice and Marseille. He was once the most watched rising star in Ligue 1.

Not to mention Pato, who knows if this European Golden Boy can return to the peak of his career at Chelsea.

Humans tend to fear the unknown.

In the mind of the Leverkusen coach, the forward line that Chelsea fielded in the second leg was no less threatening than Diego Costa.

On the other side.

Hiddink quickly calmed down, took out a small notebook and pen, and began taking notes seriously.

After all, he was a famous coach of his generation.

He wouldn't lose his composure in his own home stadium because of shock.

"Calm down, what's the panic? The game has just started!"

"Leverkusen's defense can't withstand our attack!"

....

Li Kang looked towards the small cluster of away fans and raised his right fist.

"Lee!!!"

"Leverkusenallez!!!"

Leverkusen doesn't have hundreds of thousands of fans like Frankfurt.

The cost of watching a game at Stamford Bridge is too high, and the Champions League match day falls on a Wednesday, so not many North Rhine fans traveled with the team.

Gradually.

A group of neutral tourists wearing Chelsea jerseys also began to shout Li Kang's name.

Havertz jogged over and gave him a high-five and a hug.

The teammates all gathered around.

The depression that had been accumulating in everyone's hearts gradually dissipated with this goal.

Next.

They must withstand the roar of the blue beast of Stamford Bridge!

...

In the VIP box.

Abramovich's expression was complicated.

His heart was filled with mixed feelings of sorrow and anger.

"Look, how excellent the player I chose is. Li is so great. Don't you think his style of play fits Chelsea very well? Lampard and Ballack also liked to fire like that!"

"Damn it, Pato, that soft-footed shrimp, is he wasting his energy in London nightclubs?"

"Such a good one-on-one opportunity, even my daughter could kick it in!"

"Hiddink is too careless. We originally had the advantage of an away goal, so we should have been more conservative."

The staff looked as usual.

They were already used to the big boss giving pointers.

...

The game restarted at the center circle.

Rémy was annoyed.

He couldn't get a starting position if he stayed at Chelsea.

But he couldn't leave.

During the winter transfer window, there was clearly a Chinese Super League club that wanted to sign him, willing to pay a sky-high transfer fee and a huge annual salary.

But before Mourinho was sacked, he said, "Rémy's role is not only reflected in scoring goals."

Chelsea immediately terminated negotiations with the Chinese Super League tycoon.

Shaking his explosive little braids.

Rémy took a逆足 kickoff and passed the ball back to Fàbregas.

...

Accompanied by the clamor from all sides of the stadium.

Leverkusen's midfielders and forwards launched a frantic press.

At the forefront was Havertz.

He aggressively charged towards Chelsea's midfield core.

"Leverkusen's pressing is fierce!"

"There are actually five players who have crossed Chelsea's half. Are they not defending? They are leading by a goal now!"

"Oh! Pay attention to their positioning, they have formed a dense crisscrossing pressing net!"

"Chelsea is very passive!"

....

Fàbregas was familiar with Havertz's characteristics.

At the moment when the opponent got close.

He gently pulled the ball behind him with his left foot.

He turned around to separate the distance between Havertz and the ball.

His upper body swayed to the right.

Havertz decisively kicked, but hit air.

Fàbregas suddenly turned from the left, bypassing the Leverkusen妖.

"Wonderful!"

"Beating rhythm with rhythm!"

"He is always the core of Chelsea's midfield!"

"This move to get rid of him is a bit deliberately showing off, dragging the rhythm. He should pass the ball quickly!"

....

Li Kang guessed Fàbregas's intention.

He rushed towards Azar's direction as soon as possible.

Fàbregas's getting rid of him was not deliberately showing off, but a deliberate "pause".

He was waiting.

Waiting for the Leverkusen defense to press forward.

Waiting for the Chelsea front line to find a space to sprint.

...

Brandt and Son Heung-min simultaneously killed the Chelsea midfielder who was advancing.

The two formed a pincer attack, and it looked like they could intercept the ball.

Fàbregas was very calm.

He had grasped Li Kang's movements.

He didn't slow down.

As one of the people cultivated for the No. 4 position of La Masia.

His vision and awareness were terrifying.

His real purpose was not to wait for Azar to find a sprinting space.

But to tear apart Leverkusen's cross-pressing net.

...

The next scene.

Made tens of thousands of Chelsea fans boil instantly.

Fàbregas, who was running.

His body leaned back slightly.

The football left his right foot.

Rising from the ground, like a rising firework, cutting through the night sky.

The extremely elegant arc was very similar to the rainbow after the rain at Stamford Bridge.

"Wonderful!"

"In the Premier League, how many players can send such a wonderful and precise long pass while running?"

"Fàbregas... Fà-Ré connection!"

"Rémy!"

...

Fàbregas's long pass.

Easily tore apart Leverkusen's defense.

Bender and Kramer quickly retreated.

But no matter how fast they ran, they weren't as fast as the ball.

They could only watch helplessly as the football swept across the half.

Falling in front of Chelsea's explosive head.

...

Rémy's burst speed was very fast.

How could a genius striker who had scored double-digit goals every year not be fast?

Leverkusen's defense?

Not enough for him to rush through!

Jonathan Tah blocking the way?

Too clumsy!

Rémy pushed lightly.

The football passed through the Leverkusen center-back's crotch!

His whole person burst out with extremely terrifying speed, bypassed the defense, and killed towards Leverkusen's half!

At the same time.

Chelsea's midfielders and forwards seemed to have been injected with a few pounds of chicken blood.

They maintained a neat spacing.

Sprinting frantically!

Like a storm, washing away Leverkusen's delicate defense.

"Too fast!"

"Leverkusen paid the price for their rashness!"

"Fortunately, there are still two full-backs and Van Dijk in the backfield!"

"Can they withstand the angry blue beast?"

....

On the sidelines.

Old Toppmöller tried hard to calm himself down.

Dino frantically took notes, trying to deconstruct the characteristics of Rémy and Pato in Chelsea's offensive system.

Especially that Rémy.

Could it be the secret weapon that Mourinho left for Chelsea?

On the other side.

Hiddink was breathing rapidly, his face flushed.

Wonderful.

It's so wonderful.

Even without Mourinho's offensive system, we can defeat this fragile Leverkusen!

...

In the VIP box.

Abramovich couldn't help but stand up and make a celebratory gesture.

"I am so forward-looking, I strongly demanded to buy Rémy over back then, but Mourinho wouldn't let me!"

"Look! Doesn't he look like Drogba?"

....

Li Kang didn't run around.

He still followed Azar who was sprinting closely.

He knew that he had been tricked by Fàbregas in the transition between offense and defense.

The training goals of the La Masia No. 4 position over the generations.

It is difficult to tell the winner in terms of overall situation.

But.

Azar is definitely the most terrifying link in Chelsea's offensive system.

....

Van Dijk wasn't panicked at all.

During this period, he had worked hard to study Chelsea's game videos.

Plus the valuable experience of being completely 폭망 by the Blues when he played for Southampton.

How could he panic?

Must be calm.

While retreating, he directed Hilbert and Borges to retreat.

Still giving up space on the wings.

In收中路.

....

"A combination of strength and speed."

"We can see the shadows of several great Chelsea forwards of the past in Rémy!"

"After Mourinho's training, his impact is very strong!"

"Van Dijk only has two helpers, it is difficult to withstand Chelsea's attack!"

Leverkusen's backfield was in a state of panic.

Chelsea's attacking players swept in, as if they had set off a滔天 flood, determined to submerge the opponent's goal.

Pato, Willian, Mikel, and Ivanovic were getting faster and faster, and they were widening the attack width.

Rémy has many choices!

Chelsea's scoring methods are endless!

....

Before the penalty area.

Rémy encountered Borges.

Without any fancy feints.

The strong little dirty braid squeezed the Samba full-back away!

"Pato's position is very good, he is raising his hand to ask for the ball!"

"Willian also has a chance to shoot from distance!"

"Mikel牵制 Hilbert!"

"Is Rémy going to do it himself?"

Why would Rémy want to do it himself?

Although he is stupid, he is not selfish.

He just doesn't trust these teammates.

He subconsciously wanted to plug the ball into the penalty area like in training matches, and then let a certain super teammate complete the deadly blow.

Azar!

Azar is my golden partner!

With his speed, he must have caught up long ago.

...

No!

Where is my Azar?

Rémy glanced out of the corner of his eye: Azar was still sticking to the ass of the Leverkusen No. 10 in the thirty-meter area!

There was no time to hesitate.

Leverkusen players quickly returned to defense!

He couldn't shoot!

The damn Dutch center-back was too cunning, blocking his shooting angle!

In a split second.

Rémy completed a psychological game.

He gritted his teeth.

And passed the ball horizontally to Pato who插 into the small penalty area!

"A wonderful pass!"

"Empty goal!"

"Pato!"

....

Leno was concentrating.

At the critical moment.

Even if his cheek was a little itchy, he didn't dare to reach out to scratch it!

Leverkusen's life and death are now in his hands!

His knees were slightly bent, and his feet were ready to exert force at any time.

Come on!

Chelsea's final blow!

....

Old Toppmöller trembled and covered his forehead.

Dino's pen and paper fell to the ground.

Hiddink's eyes were狂热.

Thinking that limiting Azar could limit Chelsea's attack!

European Golden Boy!

Pato!

Is the finisher under my command!

....

Pato gently挑 the ball.

At the same time as he turned around.

His thigh was raised to an extremely exaggerated height.

Volley shot.

The European Golden Boy was ready to announce his return to the European arena with this kind of shot!

In a trance.

The cheers of Stamford Bridge.

Made him find his own youth.

Under the spotlight.

The golden boy of San Siro, back to the peak!

Bang!

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

The football roared towards Leverkusen's goal.

A straight line.

Contained the unwillingness of ups and downs.

Contained the regret of a fleeting moment.

...

The football heavily... shot into Leno's arms.

Stamford Bridge was silent.

Such a handsome volley shooting posture, but shot into the goalkeeper's arms?

Too stupid!

Pato, who was about to raise his hands to celebrate, twisted his expression, lowered his hands, and hugged his head.

Rémy angrily shook his arm, with a displeased expression, and muttered in a low voice: "What the hell is he kicking, even Sterling can kick this ball in!"

Azar glanced up at Li Kang beside him, patted him on the butt, and sighed helplessly.

Fàbregas stomped his feet in anger: I didn't骗 Li Kang, I was lying to myself.

In front of the goal.

Van Dijk and others excitedly patted the back of Leno's head.

"Leno, your save was great!"

"I just stood there and didn't move!"

...

Ctv5 live broadcast room.

Duan Xuan and He Wei were speechless for a while.

Especially He Wei.

He had long held in his heart the lines "After experiencing thousands of sails, he is still a teenager", what is beautiful, what is the soul, what is the movement of the twilight... what is the dream and greatness!

None of it can be used!

呸呸呸!

Keep it for Little Lee later!

...

On the sidelines.

Old Toppmöller and Dino breathed a sigh of relief and clapped their hands excitedly.

"Boss, I have mastered the characteristics of the opponent's two substitute forwards... in Chelsea's offensive system!"

"As long as we compress their sprint space in advance, it won't pose any threat to the defense!"

"Stamford Bridge will fall tonight!"