Chapter 275 That Night

Li Kang returned home, his phone's notification bar overflowing with congratulatory messages.

After replying to Brandt, Havertz, and a few old-timers, he took a shower.

Although he had showered in the locker room after the game, he'd gotten a face full of champagne on the way back.

After the shower, he planned to play the new Nintendo masterpiece, *Link's Wife-Saving Adventure XIX*, which had come out a few months ago and was said to be highly rated.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

Picking up his phone, he saw several emails in his inbox.

The first was from Atletico Madrid's coach, Simeone, who said he wanted to transform the *Colchoneros'* tactical style into beautiful attacking football. Barcelona was very interested in Griezmann, and Atletico could just sell everyone again like they did a few years ago and rebuild the system.

He also included a draft diagram: a deep-lying forward + a striker + a *trequartista*.

The old Pampas rogue said he was confident he could create a super attacking line.

The email ended with a bunch of self-help drivel.

Next was Guardiola, who said he had been studying *What is an Inverted Full-Back* in depth and had achieved some results. The draft diagram was covered in dense lines and text, and he stated that he had found a second candidate: Valencia youngster - Cancelo.

But the biggest problem was that the inverted full-back would squeeze the attacking space of the attacking midfielder and forwards.

This was a problem that even rotational shifts and positional blurring couldn't solve.

The email ended with a few philosophical questions.

Then there was Tuchel, who didn't talk about tactics at all.

He just said that he would be the coach of a Premier League club next season.

Finally, there was Dino.

He said that Bayer Leverkusen finished fourth in the Bundesliga this season.

He had been invited by Tuchel to become a member of the coaching staff of a Premier League club next season.

And he used an exclamation mark to indicate that he had strongly rejected Bayern's invitation.

As for old man Topp, the super coach known as the "master of turning the impossible into the possible," he was going to coach a national team.

Before he had time to reply.

The system prompt sounded quietly.

The tone was cold, but gentle, not harsh.

[Ding, the Premier League season has ended.]

[Congratulations on unlocking the "Invincible Golden Cup" achievement.]

[Achievement Description: The horn of charge has sounded, and the great Arsenal dynasty is beginning! Forward! Gunners! Even if the road ahead is full of thorns!]

[Achievement Reward: Legendary Module Enhancement Item!]

[Legendary Module Enhancement Item: A one-time upgrade module that can greatly increase the trigger conditions for "Legendary" modules.]

A golden light flashed.

Li Kang had a small golden hammer in his hand.

There was little room for choice.

He only had one normal legendary module: Zidane's "King Moment" module.

As for the "Turn the Tide" module? The prerequisite for triggering it was too fixed, he couldn't just make it so that: Morata losing a hair would trigger a crazy buff.

Without hesitation.

Li Kang picked up the small hammer and tapped the Zidane module a few times.

Clang clang clang!

[Upgrade successful!]

[The probability of triggering the Zidane "King Moment" module has been greatly increased.]

[Additional negative effect: When you encounter Enrique, Puyol, and Materazzi, you will have a strong feeling of disgust.]

Suddenly.

Rolling white mist enveloped Li Kang.

2003.

Bernabeu.

The Spanish National Derby.

Li Kang, wearing the Real Madrid No. 5 jersey, received a pass from Ronaldo on the left.

A sharp pain suddenly came from his crotch.

Puyol had already heavily kneed him in the abdomen.

Immediately.

The young Barcelona defender covered his face and fell to the ground in "pain."

The referee stopped the game.

The then Barcelona iron-blooded captain - Enrique rushed forward and grabbed Li Kang's neck.

Instantly.

The illusion disappeared.

After a moment.

Li Kang opened his eyes and rubbed his neck.

How could this illusion be so real?

It didn't match the real script.

Back then, Zidane had given the Barcelona iron-blooded captain a hard slap.

The fierce face of Enrique reappeared in his mind, and a slight sense of disgust arose unconsciously.

The days passed one by one.

Premier League fans ushered in the last grand festival of the season.

The FA Cup Final!

Arsenal vs Chelsea!

Wembley Stadium, this London landmark that has witnessed countless legendary moments, had already gathered tens of thousands of fans.

The red and white bus and the blue bus passed over White Horse Bridge.

The fans on both sides of the street roared hysterically!

"ESPN! ESPN! Good evening, viewers."

"Welcome to the 2016/17 FA Cup Final!"

"Wenger is known as the King of the FA Cup!"

"Arsenal is the club with the most titles in history!"

"More than a decade ago, the Blues collapsed under the Gunners' offensive in the FA Cup Final!"

"Can Chelsea avenge their shame tonight?"

"Let's wait and see!"

The FA Cup accepts commercial sponsorship, but does not accept naming rights.

The advertising content at Wembley Stadium is very low.

The stands were divided into two halves, one a blue ocean, the other a red and white flame.

A huge cup-shaped logo was laid out on the green field, with images of legendary stars who had shone in the FA Cup over the years.

Pa la pa la!

Fireworks bloomed! Flames spewed!

Accompanied by thunderous cheers, the players from both sides stepped onto the green field.

"Arsenal is playing a 4-3-3 formation!"

"Goalkeeper:"

"Chelsea is playing a 3-4-3 formation!"

"Goalkeeper..."

"Both sides have sent out their full strength!"

"The camera focuses on Prince William's family in the stands. After the game, he will personally present the FA Cup trophy!"

The game did not start as fiercely as expected.

Both sides were probing.

Conte did not let his disciples park the bus.

Kante's evolution had also ushered in a new stage, turning his defensive and tackling attributes to pushing forward and passing.

Chelsea also showed a more aggressive high defensive line than in the past few seasons.

In a trance.

The fans even thought the two clubs had swapped jerseys.

The turning point came in the 17th minute of the game.

With Azpilicueta's forward pressure, Chelsea launched a full-scale attack.

Hazard continuously shook off Xhaka, Cazorla, and Bellerin, and sent a diagonal pass from the edge of the penalty area!

Diego Costa took a powerful shot!

Clang!

It really hit the crossbar!

Cech quickly embraced the ball and threw it vigorously to the frontcourt.

Monreal received the ball and quickly passed it to Arsenal's No. 10, who rushed to the vicinity of the center circle!

In Li Kang's vision, the phantom of the Red Devils' No. 14 appeared.

Lingard.

The Wembley Little Prince.

His thinking seemed to slow down a bit, and his dribbling rhythm became more and more bizarre.

Matic was on high alert.

He had simulated several of Li Kang's methods of getting rid of him this season, whether they were agile or rough.

He couldn't easily tackle.

Center of gravity game.

Feinting and deceiving.

As a result...

Li Kang just dribbled past him!

The Blues' defensive midfielder looked dumbfounded.

Immediately afterwards.

Cahill and Terry also encountered the same situation.

When they cut off Li Kang's connection with his teammates, they tried to force Li Kang to the wing.

The defensive thinking of the Blue Beast had been honed for many years.

As a result...

"Huh?"

"Is it that simple?"

"He just dribbled past like that?"

"Beautiful!"

"Empty goal!"

"Goal!"

"Li Kang broke the deadlock!"

"Courtois was thinking too much!"

In the end.

Arsenal 3-2 Chelsea.

Li Kang and his teammates lifted the FA Cup!

(End of this chapter)