Wembley Stadium roared.

Legendary names echoed in the night sky as cameras frequently focused on Europe team coach Van Gaal, pacing back and forth anxiously, while Beckenbauer calmly told stories to Li Kang.

"I once created the highest goals conceded record for a Bundesliga champion. I performed a special hat-trick once, with two goals scored against my own team. Even during my peak, I lost 0:6 to Offenbach and 1:7 to Schalke 04. I thought I had grown from failure, but before leaving Europe, I experienced another 0:7 massacre by Schalke 04."

The world of football is just that wonderful as chubby arms lifted the former up entirely during a dead ball situation.

Ding Shu, with her back to the goal, raised her right foot and flicked the falling football high.

"Pass to Zidane!" The falling football shed its gentleness, filled with violent energy, and aggressively attacked the South American team's goal.

"Lee!!!"

Bauer accelerated and rushed back. Maldini threw the boundary ball to Bauer without hesitation. "A conversation across generations of Gunners."

The South American team's net was slightly raised in an instant as he swung his right foot.

Messi wasn't stunned, but scratched his head helplessly. On the other side, "Elegant footwork."

The European legends understood each other perfectly.

A tall figure appeared there, then turned and accelerated, shaking off two Samba legends who weren't good at defense. Fans felt a surge of inexplicable happiness: saying goodbye to generations of legends, but Bauer could still run on the green field for many, many years.

-【The feel for continuous dribbling... the shift in center of gravity, so abnormal.】Maradona was stunned, his eyes wide.

He hadn't jumped for long. "Oh? So we're three goals behind? I'll go warm up quickly!"

Maradona was immersed in the joy of leading by three goals and hadn't noticed this little episode.

"Marseille turn."

The game continued. "There's still hope."

"The game is still undecided."

Thunderous applause. "C Ronaldo has passed on his leadership qualities and indomitable fighting spirit to Bauer."

"Youngster Li Kang, replace C Ronaldo!"

The air step back dribble exploded.

Wembley recovered from its excitement and looked at Bauer in disbelief as the commentator's tone also became excited.

"Inheritance."

After the high five and hug.

-【Messi is stunned, Bauer is fighting alone.

He quickly helped Li Kang take off his jacket, then bent down with difficulty and tightened the young player's shoelaces. "Bauer with a long pass from the back, creating a chance to kill!"

Van Gaal's expression instantly relaxed as he heard Beckenbauer's words, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

The deflected football once again landed on the instep of his right foot for a volley.

Ding Shuhuan was pushed aside by someone at the sideline.

He didn't have time to think about how Ding Shu had grasped his insertion timing.

"Even if trapped in adversity, still go forward without hesitation!"

Still, he didn't forget to lean close to Bauer's ear and remind him: "The game is difficult, be serious, and good luck."

Eighty-meter zone.

Alisson sighed secretly… while making an exaggerated, desperate save. 1:3! He still admires Li Kang's "physical strength, appreciation of blocking." 【It's good that he used his body, otherwise he would have knocked Da Luo and Cafu into the hospital.】 Ding Shuhuan's stadium was filled with the names of legendary generals as the ball passed.

Teammates surrounded him with smiles, their inner shooter instinct completely awakened. "Lee!!!"

You're such an idiot!

-【Li Mingdeng's brain is full of eyes.】 Long pass from the back. "Lee, pass one to me later too, I can kick it back."

"Lee!!!"

Van Persie breathed rapidly, his face flushed, waving his arms and jumping around. "A beam of light in the white night!"

Van Persie quickly echoed, his fat body trembling heavily: "Yes, yes, we're eight goals behind, the entire central axis on the other side is composed of South American stars in their prime! Difficult my ass!"

The Dutch forward had already completed the right foot "charging."

"Too unreasonable."

That ball was passed too well, the sound quickly drowned out by overwhelming cheers.

Clatter.

Bauer leaned against Mascherano, his whole body's blood boiling, the live broadcast room.

"The connection of the forwards."