South America kicked off, not delaying, and continued their offensive.

Allowing the South American trident to...

"Messi's cutting inside!"

"Dangerous."

Van Gaal and Ronaldo stood together on the sidelines, extremely nervous.

Beckenbauer remained calm.

Wembley Stadium under the night sky, stars shining brightly.

The South American attack was like rivers converging, surging forward.

The European team constructed a daunting levee in front of the penalty area.

Maldini, Nesta, Li Kang, Cannavaro, Lahm.

"Messi dribbles horizontally!"

"Maldini blocks his path inside."

"Messi lays it off to Suarez!"

"Suarez can't turn around at this moment. Cannavaro is experienced, using his backside to restrict the opponent's body position!"

"Wow, the Uruguayan flicks the ball into the penalty area with the outside of his foot, a brilliant one-two!"

"Messi's in there!"

"Facing Lahm's frontal interception!"

"Passes it across!"

"Looking for Neymar at the far post!"

"Intercepted!"

An admirable scene was born.

Nesta and Li Kang appeared almost simultaneously on the horizontal line at the six-yard box.

Their defensive thinking was extremely unified.

The latter easily cut off the connection between Messi and Neymar.

Neuer finally understood the happiness of Leno, De Gea, Cech, and Buffon.

Nesta felt a inexplicable sense of relief in his heart.

The ball was cleared to the front by Li Kang.

Rooney groaned as he rushed towards the landing spot, but was pushed down by Thiago Silva.

Beep!

The referee blew his whistle and gave the Samba center-back a verbal warning.

The Little Fatty Rooney angrily got up and grabbed Thiago Silva's butt.

The two's relationship was very familiar.

As early as 2013, the Samba people were frantically urging the Great English Fatty Star to join Paris Saint-Germain.

"There's not much time left for the European team."

"The South American team's pressure in the front."

"Zidane, Xavi, Pirlo, this historical midfield trio looks a little tired."

"Pass back..."

"Pass back to Neuer."

"Li Kang has moved up to the striker position."

"This is..."

Beckenbauer was overjoyed.

Ronaldo roared and spread his hands on the sidelines, he didn't understand why the European team was still playing so passively after Li came on.

Van Gaal patted him on the shoulder and said, "The true leader's temperament is that, after a teammate makes a mistake, he doesn't complain or scold, but should realize that everyone makes mistakes."

Ronaldo was stunned... and couldn't speak for a moment.

The attack starts with the goalkeeper, and the defense starts with the striker.

Neuer is a "very special" goalkeeper.

His ability to read the game is very strong, with top-notch awareness and football IQ.

Not a purely defensive unit.

But an attacking initiator.

Before stopping the football, he had already observed Li Kang's run, and also observed the distance between Mina and Carlos.

No need for eye contact.

The two atypical players from Bayern and Chelsea produced a wonderful understanding.

"A very casual long pass..."

"Bad habit, using the outside of his foot for a long pass..."

"Wow, Neuer is looking for Li Kang, a cruise missile-like accurate long pass!"

"No offside!"

"No offside!"

The trajectory of the football was fast and flat, passing through the half and falling towards the South American team's forty-meter area.

Li Kang slammed his feet on the turf.

The South American defense was facing a formidable enemy.

Too late.

On the verge of tears.

Exclamations burst out from the four stands!

In the empty South American backcourt, only Li Kang and Alisson were left, sprinting with the ball.

The media reporters finally understood why Li Kang's favorite goalkeeper was Neuer.

Alisson at this time didn't have many weaknesses.

Especially when facing a one-on-one.

His timing of the attack, his own steps, the opponent's speed, the calculation of the distance... he grasped all the elements very well.

Not a large-scale attack away from the penalty area.

But adjusting the defensive positioning with the tendency of Li Kang's position, sometimes quickly and sometimes slowly, pursuing the largest save area.

"Here it comes!"

"Spreading his arms, leaning out half a body!"

"Sealing off Li Kang's shooting angle!"

"Can't block it!"

"Can't block it!"

Li Kang slowed down.

Lightly pushed the ball with his left foot.

The football slid to the left.

The hem of his jersey fluttered.

Pulled the ball with his right foot, turned around.

Alisson lost his balance, sat on the grass, and could no longer see Li Kang's figure, only tens of thousands of fans standing up in Wembley Stadium!

Zidane was stunned in place – this scene was a regret of his career.

The football once again rippled the South American team's net.

2:3!!!

The whole place was a sensation.

Cheers like thunder, shaking the entire city of London.

"Another one!"

"A brilliant goal!"

"One-on-one, Marseille turn, push into the empty net!"

"He made up for Zidane's regretful moment!"

"Neuer's long pass guidance!"

"Li Kang goes to the appointment alone!"

"One pass and one shot!"

"He pulled the European team back from the edge of the cliff!"

"He made the goddess of victory smile!"

"Legend!"

"A 19-year-old active legend!"

Li Kang walked into the net and picked up the football.

Turned around and gave his teammates behind him a thumbs up.

Neuer waved his fist hard.

Along with the joy in his heart was a hint of regret.

Clearly, I am the most suitable goalkeeper for Li.

A perfect match but unable to fight side by side.

Fate is a book, you might miss it if you skim through it, but it will bring tears if you read it too seriously.

Live broadcast room.

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[Handsome handsome handsome!]

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[God of Adversity! Invincible Li!]

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[I really want to marry him.]

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[No male wives!]

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[Not much time left for the South American team, Li Mingdeng is about to equalize! Then reverse the score with a final goal!]

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[Don't speak too soon, the European team is still one goal behind, the South American trident still has a chance to score!]

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[Thiago Silva + Mina + Alisson... this defense is Champions League level.]

Sideline.

Van Gaal and Ronaldo high-fived and hugged, jumping up and down.

The two's relationship is very, very good, often talking to each other from afar, praising each other.

However.

Old Van secretly votes for Messi every time for the Ballon d'Or.

Beckenbauer took off his gold-rimmed glasses and gently wiped them with a gray cloth.

His tone couldn't hide his regret: "Li's most suitable club is Bayern Munich, and the most suitable national team is the German team..."

On the other side.

Maradona frowned, stomped his feet angrily.

Can't be weak!

Can't be equalized!

He trotted to the bench and grabbed the short, stocky Tevez.

"Don't stand there like an idiot!"

"We need you now!"

"People's player!"