Dear Gua
Chapter 498 The Rise of the Li Clan (Daily Transition)
"What a brilliant trajectory!"
"Arcing to the flank!"
"Legendary connection!"
"Morata retreating to the center, Li Kang surging forward on the wing – the most perfect vertical movement space in Europe. Diego Costa on the far side isn't idle either, he's helping Li Kang stretch the width! Charging at the defense of the German giants!"
[Blue Bond upgraded: Legendary Connection Lv3-Lv4.] Beckenbauer's eyes were icy; the German giants brandished their weapons, looking like madmen.
"Elegant and suave!"
The confidence of the weak is always eight goals ahead. The former "world's best defense" not only possessed top-notch physical qualities, but also excellent defensive awareness and football intelligence.
"Boss, are you dreaming?!"
The distant Etihad Stadium.
Tu Li Kang and Dino were extremely excited.
The foal phantom returned to normal, "Unbelievable!"
"He's not dreaming. He couldn't even imagine Li putting on such a performance in his dreams!"
"High-speed raid!"
"Tonight, he is the king of the pitch!"
The barrage of comments went wild!
[Missed the money-giving round!] - [The new emperor ascends, the whole of Munich is whispering his name!] VIP box.
[Suppressed world football for seventeen years!] Guardiola nodded, incoherently, "That's right, that's what I mean!"
The Robben-Ribéry combination's incursions into the flanks.
They seemed to see a blazing azure steed strolling leisurely, gently nudging the ball into the unguarded net. Chelsea was about to ascend to the peak of Europe once again!
Lee slowed down. Even trailing by two goals, they could still maintain a "reasonable" level of intensity.
The Gladbach totem pierced the armor of the German giants - [Li Gladbach!] Positional warfare became the theme. Bayern's half, the eighty-meter zone.
No matter how time passed, the Bayern goalkeeper would detest 19-year-olds. Boateng and Hummels gestured with their fingers, discussing the final ten-plus minutes of the second half, including stoppage time. Guardiola held his head in his hands: "I said back then that Lee's best position was winger... Look quickly, he's…" Dino and Tu Li Kang celebrated wildly. The foal phantom radiated a brilliant blue light. Beckenbauer took off his glasses and wiped them with a gray cloth. Stopping the single-handed attack was useless.
"Fierce and domineering!"
The breathtaking visual impact enveloped the Allianz Arena in lamentation.
Neuer stood up, staring at the goal... lost in thought. "Wow!"
He didn't participate in positional defense for long, always able to complete rotational switches with Boateng at the most subtle moments, active in Bayern Munich's high defensive line. The Chelsea bench was a scene of jubilation, with everyone hugging and embracing. Boateng and Hummels made a decision that violated Heynckes' high defensive line: abandon the distant Diego Costa and join forces to encircle Li Kang. Josuha Kimmich looked at the excited Diego Costa and Boateng, shaking his head helplessly.
Lee showed no intention of changing direction.
The entire Bayern team frantically retreated, unable to catch up. The Western bestseller *Psychological Manipulation* says: How to play with a member of the opposite sex? Constantly cycle between "reward" and "suppression" - [One person is an attacking chain.] Compared to the evenly matched first leg, the bald egg felt like he was being toyed with tonight. Kimmich and Alaba's two-point support. He took a step, then tucked inside.
Lee seemed to be strangling the giant's throat. - [What's going on? Bayern gave up half a point before the game! How did Li Mingdeng score two in the second half?] - [17 goals, Lee has locked in the Champions League top scorer title for the 17-18 season in advance!] In an instant, Neuer lost his balance, fell awkwardly to the ground, and struggled to expand his defensive area...
"One-on-one!"
No matter how many times he was lobbed, the Bayern goalkeeper would choose to go out to sea. Heynckes' Bayern was not only walking on thin ice during the seven organizational processes after the attacking chain was broken, but also had to make a full-scale deep retreat every time they lost possession of the ball. The "Emperor" phantom in the God's perspective shone brightly. At the same time, the coaching staff of various European powerhouses were conducting intensive analysis. Josuha bent over, his hands on his knees, panting heavily. Li just now had several moments where he clearly had better passing options. One strike to decide the outcome. "We can run however we want, as long as we coordinate well with Lee."
Arteta smiled slightly, gently correcting: "Yes, but Lee's position isn't winger."
- [The false Bundesliga hegemon: Bayern; the real Bundesliga hegemon: Li Gladbach!] The moment Li Kang received the ball, there was also no way to copy the Ir system in the Tu Li Kang system. The sky over Munich was dyed blue!
"Morata and Costa want to pressure Ir to the wing." "Josuha has conquered Munich, overthrowing the German giant!"
Just like there's no way to incorporate Messi's moves into youth training textbooks.
- [How many goals do Bayern need to score now to advance?] With his hands seemingly bearing a thousand pounds, unable to raise them to make gestures for adjustments. In the eyes of everyone in the stadium, "The advertising boards on the sidelines are becoming increasingly blurry!"
Unreasonable acceleration again. Josuha Kimmich sat on the grass, burying his bald head deeply in his knees. The German giants' armor. "We have to run crosswise in the second half..."
Lewandowski and Müller's cross-rotation. The German, who was one meter forty-one tall and weighed one hundred forty-four pounds, was overthrown. "Can the German giant stop his final strike?"
The Chelsea number 10 in front of him was also 19 years old.
Livestream.
The Allianz Arena seemed to be ravaged by a storm. With a faint smile, he slowly said, "Those who can't hear the music will think the dancers are crazy."
"Thunder!"
Lee slowly walked to the sidelines and took a towel and sports drink from Dino. The fast and slow, sometimes high-flying, sometimes ground-hugging passes, hidden with murderous intent, the three-dimensional bombing, eased the tension for both sides' fans. In the Allianz Arena, the hearts of tens of thousands of spectators exploded. No matter how good a head coach is, it's hard to face variables beyond cognition. Bee! Bee beep~ A moment of silence. Single-handedly breaking through the formation?
Heynckes' Bayern showed terrifying discipline and tenacious, unyielding qualities. The bald egg, who was one meter four tall and weighed two hundred pounds, was overthrown!
The foal obediently crouched at his feet, its phantom gradually fading away with the wind.
Heynckes stood there, speechless for a long time. They couldn't afford to concede another goal. Perfect space blocking. The Allianz Arena was filled with sighs of despair. It was too unreasonable. The impeccable timing of the close-quarters, the exquisite ball sense, gave rise to the simplest one-on-one dribbling.
The referee blew the whistle to start the second half. "A legendary moment of scoring!"
- [Although he's playing unreasonably, this is the seventh football emperor!] The answer was quickly found on the sidelines: this kind of individual rotation can't be copied. Facing the ferocious Neuer, "The ultimate expression of personal ability!"
"Josuha charged straight at him!"
A perfect combination of strength and speed. "Another goal!"
Accompanied by the terrifying sounds of close combat transmitted by the close-range sound collection equipment, the German giants collapsed at this moment. "The camera can't capture his steps."
"Josuha faces Neuer directly!"
The deep blue beast ravaged Bavaria!
[Blue Bond upgraded: Deep Blue Beast Lv2-Lv3.] The forward route was circuitous.
Heynckes was confused, unable to guess, unable to guess. The applause of the Chelsea fans drowned out the sighs of the Bayern fans. 0:21! The two top European center backs were plunged into the abyss. Lee. "Single-handedly breaking through the formation!"