Chapter 1 The Clash

Unknowingly, the Champions League match day arrived.

Emirates Stadium was ready to face the German giants.

The stepped, bowl-shaped stands were filled with red and white scarves and flags, creating waves of color.

Cannons fired, and colorful confetti fluttered in the North London sky.

Under the magnificent momentum.

A huge mosaic puzzle occupied the attention of audiences worldwide.

"Lee!!!"

"Co

The Champions League star flag was slowly lowered.

The referee team led both teams onto the green field.

"Now, let me introduce the starting lineups for both sides!"

"Arsenal is fielding a 4-2-3-1 formation!"

"Goalkeeper: Cech."

"Defenders: Bellerín, Maguire, Koscielny, Monreal."

"Double defensive midfielders: Schweinsteiger, Li Kang."

"Central attacking midfielders: Walcott, Cazorla, Sánchez."

"Forward: Morata."

"Bayern is fielding a 4-3-3 formation!"

"Goalkeeper: Neuer."

"Defenders: Lahm, Boateng, Hummels, Alaba."

"Midfielders: Alonso, Müller, Kimmich."

"Forwards: Ribéry, Lewandowski, Robben."

"Thiago's injury is bad news, but the good news is that most of Bayern's key players have recovered!"

In the live broadcast room.

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[An's Bayern's strongest lineup, I just don't know if Long Ge can play the whole game.]

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[Bayern's formation is pressing forward, the defense is in a high position, Lahm tucks inside to become a defensive midfielder, which can solve many problems. I am optimistic that Müller will complete the "opener" task today.]

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[Star of the South, fight back from the brink!]

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[King of London!]

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[Five Kernel Mooncake!]

With the referee's whistle.

The game officially began.

The moment the football rolled on the green field, the four stands erupted in thunderous cheers.

After receiving the ball, Alonso did not make a quick long pass to the side as usual. He had top-notch vision and saw Arsenal's formation slowly shifting back.

Ancelotti also did not have the calmness he had in the first leg. He raised his hand, signaling the team to press forward.

Without encountering too much pressure or pressing.

Bayern quickly advanced past Arsenal's forty-meter area.

Robben gradually drifted outside the offensive system, waiting for a chance for a fatal blow.

Müller constantly adjusted his body orientation, trying to shake off Schweinsteiger.

Ribéry was ready to go.

Lewandowski roamed between Maguire and Koscielny.

The German giant was trampling on the land of North London. No one knew whether his offensive move would be a raise of the hand or a kick of the foot.

"The game is about to enter the positional warfare stage."

"Arsenal has a huge advantage in the aggregate score, solidifying their defense... Wow! Bayern is speeding up!"

"Ribéry!"

The young Kimmich had a fatal flaw: his body orientation before passing was very obvious.

However, if the receiving player was strong enough, this flaw could be covered up.

He passed the ball to Ribéry.

The latter received the ball while running, pushing Bellerín away like a bulldozer.

Arsenal's defensive players quickly shifted to the left.

At the same time.

Müller decisively cut in towards the center.

Lewandowski entered the penalty area and raised his right hand between Maguire and Koscielny!

"Ribéry crosses from the baseline?"

"No, Bayern's offensive routine won't be that simple!"

Walcott and Cazorla were very uncomfortable.

They followed Müller closely.

But Müller stopped at the edge of the penalty area!

Wasn't he supposed to cut in to help Bayern add an attacking point?

Why the hell was he standing still in this position?

Cutting in halfway... It made it too difficult for Arsenal's midfield defensive players.

On the other side.

Robben also quietly slipped into the penalty area.

Monreal was a step slower than him.

Schweinsteiger quickly filled the gap!

The whole world was waiting for Ribéry to make a deadly pass!

Cech concentrated.

Ribéry dribbled the ball to the corner flag area and began to dribble horizontally, cutting into the penalty area.

Bellerín, who had gotten up, quickly chased back.

Too late!

The Bayern scarface's movement made Arsenal's defense lean even more drastically to the right.

Now!

Pa!

The football skimmed across the grass, passed Maguire's side, and rolled to the twelve-yard spot!

Lewandowski feigned a shot and let it go!

The ball leaked past!

"At the far post, Robben!"

"No!"

"It's Müller!"

"When did he bypass Cazorla and Walcott!"

Gunners fans were extremely nervous!

Müller felt the striker instinct in his body burning and boiling.

Prove himself.

Prove that even under Ancelotti, he was a top finisher!

Bang!

The crisp sound of the ball being struck made the hearts of all the spectators on the scene clench!

The football didn't fly towards the goal?

It wasn't a shot!

It was a clearance!

The football left Li Kang's left foot and flew towards Bayern's command area.

"When did Li Kang appear there!"

Ancelotti raised his left leg high, and the falling football lost its ferocity the moment it landed on his leather shoe.

He stepped on the ball with his right foot, and then flicked it to Boateng.

It made people wonder: The coach's footwork seemed to be better than Müller's.

Emirates Stadium, applause like a tide.

As a player, Ancelotti was a household name Milan superstar on the Apennine Peninsula, lifting the Champions League trophy twice.

The midfield barrier of the Three Musketeers era.

The top space terminator under the Sacchi system.

The Bayern coach chewed gum, looked at Arsenal's number 10, and couldn't help but let his thoughts drift away...

Walcott and Cazorla were very helpless: Müller's running position was impossible to defend. Close marking him? It would give other Bayern players more attacking space. Keeping a distance from him? This guy's off-ball adjustment in a local area was too abnormal.

Müller scratched the back of his head, a little confused: How did Li judge that the finishing point would be me?

Li Kang bent over and adjusted his shin guards.

God's perspective was indeed the nemesis of all fake running positions.

There was no need for Nesta or Emperor Star to show their phantoms.

When Müller suddenly emerged, he once made the coaching staff of European clubs fall into confusion: "How did another perverted striker of this type emerge? How should an opportunist be restricted?"

Fortunately, there were too few opportunists with top fake running positions.

Throughout the history of football, there were only two or three.

The peak form of fake running positions might only appear in film and television works or

Live broadcast room.

The big screen replayed Bayern's entire offensive process.

Müller's cutting in, pausing, and position adjustment were amazing.

When the camera angle switched to focus on Li Kang, the jaws of all the celebrities were immediately stunned.

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[The Arson Opener met Li Mingdeng, there's nothing he can do about it.]

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[Bayern's entire offensive system is running at high speed, Müller is like nothing happened, cutting in to the front line of the big penalty area, suddenly stopping, making the two players guarding him dare not act rashly, when Ribéry dribbles horizontally, Müller starts again, diagonally rushes to the far post, another pause! When Ribéry passes the ball... This guy makes a third position adjustment, bypassing Cazorla and Walcott.]

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[Throughout the entire process, Müller indirectly helped his teammates create too much offensive space.]

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[Li Mingdeng is even more amazing. When Müller pauses for the second time, he quickly returns to defense from the arc of the penalty area... as if he guessed that Müller would have the best shooting environment]

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[Where is it so complicated? Isn't it just a clearance?]

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[I said, when Bayern's full starting lineup recovers from injury, Müller will have plenty of room to play. Look at where Lahm's position was just now.]

Cech excitedly hugged Li Kang.

Too thrilling.

Bayern's positional attack with this lineup was really terrifying.

Maguire couldn't help but give his own midfield core a thumbs up.

He almost turned around and reached out to pull down Lewandowski just now.

False alarm.

The throw-in was made.

Bayern's attack did not stop.

However, Müller, who had entered a state of peak frenzy, was subjected to a dimensional blow by Li Kang.

9th minute of the match.

Alonso sent a direct pass.

Other Bayern attacking players widened the attacking width in advance to help their teammates in the center create space.

Müller had already maintained a parallel distance with Lewandowski, preparing to disintegrate Arsenal's central defender combination.

"Maguire is blocking Müller's position!"

"Wow! Pause and retreat!"

"Lewandowski flicks the ball with his heel!"

"Müller!"

Maguire looked dumbfounded, his huge body unable to resist the inertia in an instant.

Müller's pause and retreat allowed him to have an excellent shooting environment again!

Bang!

The football didn't fly towards the goal!

It wasn't a shot again!

Instead, it was shoveled out of bounds!

"It's Li Kang again!"

"Oops!"

"Clean and neat sliding tackle clearance!"

"What a pity for Müller!"

Emirates Stadium.

Gunners fans breathed a sigh of relief.

Bayern's crown prince suddenly looked like Guardiola, with his hands on his head

12th minute of the match.

Bayern was back again.

Müller switched his functions, retreating to pretend to receive the ball, trying to attract Arsenal's central defense... He didn't attract anything.

"Why is no one guarding Müller?"

"Alonso can't do anything, his teammates on the wing don't have a good environment to receive the ball."

"Time is passing, and the suspense of advancement is getting smaller and smaller."

The scene became more and more dull.

The ancient memories of the audience were gradually awakened: Wasn't Wenger's Arsenal best at low-position defense in the early days? This is the power of the two-hundred-million-dollar midfielder being placed behind!

Müller had a bit of a headache.

In the early stages of the match, it was his old friend Schweinsteiger who was entangled with him... But now he always felt that Li Kang might appear nearby at any time.

Nemesis.

Since his professional career, he had never encountered a nemesis who could suppress him so tightly.

Time passed by.

Bayern's high defense pressed deeper and deeper.

Neuer was almost standing on the center circle line.

Even if Boateng rushed to the front, there was still no good news of a goal.

Suddenly.

A wave of cheers swept through the stands!

Bayern's ball was intercepted.

"Beautiful!"

"Koscielny's steal!"

"Maguire passes the ball!"

"The quality of this long pass is very high!"

"Arsenal's counterattack is coming!"

"Morata!"

"Not Morata!"

"He didn't receive the ball with his back to the goal!"

"Wow, beautiful turn and leak! Let it go to Sánchez, who is in a deeper position!"

"Bayern's high defense is crumbling."

"After a season of running in, Arsenal has a top-notch transition offensive rhythm!"

Near the center circle.

Morata was too fast, completing his turn and sprint the moment he leaked the ball.

Sánchez touched the ball with one foot.

The football rolled towards the gap on Neuer's left.

Morata arrived on horseback.

This offensive rhythm was something that Bayern's defensive players never dreamed of.

Bang!

The football drew a beautiful arc in the air!

Chip shot!

Neuer ran back madly, feeling utterly hopeless...

"Morata's ultra-long-range chip shot is too wonderful!"

"Unfortunately, he didn't hit the goal range! The football flew out of the baseline!"