Chapter 68 Post-Match

Li Kang and Azpilicueta exchanged jerseys.

The Chelsea full-back rarely had opportunities in the Spanish national team. Although he was a versatile player in the back, his competitors, Carvajal, Alba, and Juanfran, were more offensively inclined.

The moment he got the jersey.

Li Kang subconsciously touched his crotch, feeling a slight discomfort in the pubic area.

[Injury Immunity Constitution is continuously in effect]

[Repairing potential pubic injury.]

[Repairing potential groin injury.]

[Repairing potential knee injury.]

[Repairing potential soleus muscle injury.]

Torres' "Peak Start" and Kaka's "Meteorite Stride" modules placed too much burden on his body.

Neither of them indulged in women or alcohol during their careers; they were very disciplined.

Unfortunately, they were ultimately defeated by injuries.

Life is like that. Disciplined players don't necessarily have long peak periods, and players like Nainggolan, who like to smoke, drink, get tattoos, perm their hair, and argue, don't necessarily have short peak periods.

In the top five leagues, it seemed that three stars possessed an "Injury Immunity Constitution."

"The Blues' Little Iron Man," Hazard.

"Unbreakable Ankles," Messi.

"Constantly Minor Injuries," Muller.

The Bayern talent would either injure his finger playing golf or injure his butt falling off a bicycle. His career was full of minor injuries, but his recovery speed was very fast.

Not far away.

Čech was catching up with the Stamford Bridge staff.

He was familiar with everything here.

Before the game, he instinctively went in the wrong direction and almost entered the Chelsea locker room.

Mertesacker and Cazorla were advising the young Xhaka: Don't get angry at crucial moments.

After the entire Chelsea team apologized to the fans.

Diego Costa walked into the tunnel with Terry and Courtois, their arms around each other's shoulders. They definitely weren't going to hook up with any football babes, sisters, or the new girlfriend of some Manchester City youngster.

They were chatting and laughing, uttering crude jokes.

Kanté, who was behind them, couldn't help but blush when he heard these words.

He was very shy, even wearing underwear when showering in the locker room.

Hazard was relatively disciplined. Compared to alcohol and women, he preferred to eat hamburgers.

As the star who was fouled the most in recent years, his desire to win had been worn down quite a bit, but he wasn't in a hurry at all. In the back of his mind, a voice seemed to be telling him: You will definitely win a grand slam of club honors.

In front of a huge billboard.

Welbeck replaced Morata as Arsenal's player representative.

A reporter asked, "Danny, you influenced the outcome of the game in the final moments! Is there anything you'd like to say?"

The little black egg shook his head. "No, the person who influenced the outcome of the game was Li. I just did something insignificant under his guidance."

There was a burst of applause on the scene.

"Li is the lighthouse that guided me through the lonely sea."

Conte's English level hadn't improved much yet.

Having been in the Premier League for more than half a season, he hadn't yet staged a classic scene of arguing with reporters.

The British media always wanted to "provoke" him, but they found that it was like talking to a brick wall. The translators who had to step in would always skillfully filter out any discordant words.

Conte was annoyed and still had to speak English.

After each press conference, Chelsea legends like Cudicini would actively correct his grammatical errors.

In the small auditorium.

Conte frowned, taking a long time to understand the reporter's question.

"All Chelsea players performed very well in this game. Looking at the score alone cannot reflect their efforts."

"Li is a disruptive factor in all tactical systems on the pitch."

"I don't have much to say, that's all."

A moment later.

Wenger didn't face too many questions about the game.

The reporters were concerned about his contract extension.

"Mr. Arsène, why haven't you reached a contract extension with Arsenal? Is there a problem with the club that hasn't been resolved?"

"Arsenal is on the right track, and the transfer funds will continue to increase! You should hurry up and renew your contract with the club."

The media tried to arouse Wenger's emotions with this kind of "empathy," trying to dig out a more sensational answer.

You, Wenger, have worked hard for many years, helping Arsenal build a stadium, fighting for fourth place every year, and being scolded by fans holding banners and pulling airplane banners. Are you going to hand over the "fruits" in a situation where the future is bright?

Wenger smiled and didn't answer the question directly.

"I hope everyone will focus on the game."

"Arsenal's journey this season is far from over, and we have many challenges to face."

The reporters all looked disappointed.

Arsenal's recent challenge?

Isn't it Bayern Munich?

Munich, Säbener Straße.

Bayern coach Ancelotti stared intently at the TV screen.

"Li is really too surprising. I see shadows of many old friends in him."

"He must have read my book, *Quiet Leadership*."

"As I wrote in the book, the football world doesn't need flamboyant soul figures in the future, it needs silent leaders!"

His signature left eyebrow raised, with a gentle smile.

He had a car accident when he was young, which caused his left eyebrow to be much higher than his right eyebrow.

"Boss, Abu sent you an email. He asked if we should build the team around Li, which players should we sign in the summer transfer window. He thinks we can still play real-life FIFA like we did back then..."

The assistant coach handed over his notebook, his fingertips sliding through the Bayern coach's work email.

Ancelotti smiled and said, "Reply with an exclamation mark!"

When he coached Chelsea, Abu would always send him a "question mark" to put pressure on him, and his reply was equally concise: an "exclamation mark."

"The most important thing right now is to eliminate Arsenal in the Champions League!"

"Without Li, that sentence would sound very natural."

That night.

Li Kang's video compilation of riding alone, a meteorite stride, shocked fans all over the world.

The homepages of major sports media outlets were replaced with his photos.

《Kaka Reincarnated! A Lone Ride Thousands of Miles at Stamford Bridge!》

《The Silver Spear is Still There!》

《The Battle of Tianwang Mountain is Settled, Arsenal is Almost Locked in for the 16-17 Season Premier League Championship.》

The number of comments, reposts, and likes soared wildly.

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[Arsenal didn't drop the ball? We don't have to fight for fourth place this year!]

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[Spent two hundred million, what fourth place are we fighting for? The championship!]

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[You have to look at the value of the whole team. Take away 272 who went to Ligue 1, even if you count Li Mingdeng's two hundred million, Arsenal's overall value is still not as good as Manchester City and Manchester United. The depth of the bench is not on the same level.]

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[Morata is stuck in a ninety-minute assist drought!]

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[Arsenal's Champions League quarter-final opponent is Bayern. I had a dream yesterday that the Gunners would be bloodbathed 10-2 by the King of London!]

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[Impossible, even without Little Li, Arsenal can't lose to Bayern by eight goals! What are you thinking?]

Li Kang returned to his bedroom at home.

A mechanical, cold, electronic synthesized voice sounded in his mind.

[Ding! Task completed: Blue Bridge Dream.]

[Task Receipt: Won beautifully! Conte will be sullen for a month because of this game's loss!]

[Congratulations on receiving the task reward: Chelsea Legend · Platinum Treasure Chest.]

The Chelsea club has never been stingy with the "Legend" title for meritorious players.

Since Abu took over Stamford Bridge, the honors that the Blues have won in recent years have been inspiring.

Li Kang glanced at the prize pool.

[Drogba "The Beast" Module.]

[Lampard "Super Franky" Module.]

[Terry "Iron Wall" Module.]

[Robben "The Flying Dutchman" Module.]

[Duff "The Opener" Module.]

[Hazard "Lethal Tempo" Module.]

[Čech "Immovable Mountain" Module.]

[ ... ]

The platinum treasure chest floated in mid-air.

The phantoms of the little colt and the little lion suddenly emerged.

The two of them surrounded Li Kang, cheering and frolicking... eagerly waiting to be fed!

No way!

Didn't the two young beasts want to eat the legendary modules?

[Treasure chest is being opened]

[Congratulations on obtaining: Robben "The Flying Dutchman" Module!]

The treasure chest exploded with dazzling white light.

The little colt was uninterested.

The little lion, Brian, jumped up excitedly, trying to swallow the treasure chest.

As if at the next moment it could gain endless power.

Just as it was about to bite the treasure chest.

Li Kang subconsciously reached out and grabbed the back of its neck.

The Leverkusen totem instantly became weak and powerless.

[Ding! King of London Achievement: Unlocked progress 4/6.]

[Opponents not defeated: Fulham, Crystal Palace.]

(End of this chapter)