Yin Sike dejectedly got up, dusting off the grass from his body. When had the super golden boy been called: possessing the second steadiest lower body in La Liga?

This guy's former nickname was: Spanish Messi. The referee waved his hand, indicating no foul. Rudiger breathed a sigh of relief.

First time playing in the Champions League final, it's fucking nerve-wracking. Before Marcelo threw the sideline ball.

The live broadcast replayed a brief offensive.

In that historical period, I would rather it be 5:4 than 1:0. Xiaozhong Die Yisike Tower continued to dribble the ball, narrowing the distance between the two lines!

Don't panic. Morata, on the bench, vigorously patted his forehead, putting on a benevolent expression as if he hated iron for not becoming steel, instantly tearing apart the midfield interception line of the Galactic Battleship.

Guan Hai stopped the ball, preparing to instigate a transition attack. [It's not that Isco's explosiveness has deteriorated, but in the overall advancement system, his running path and forward insertion timing are very reasonable.] The referee won't call a foul for that level of physical contact when the ball is off the ground!

A miskick!

Big White Egg decisively passed the ball to Mos. In Real Madrid's half, seventy meters from the goal, Gokes was a little dazed. "The path of the soccer ball is skewed!

"Modric!"

His clothes fluttered, and he was pushed up. Cruyff's eyes finally lit up, his right foot extending. A few streaks of white set off the most dazzling streak of blue!

Violent aesthetics!

He was using the Champions League final to brush steal data. From God's perspective, like a phoenix soaring and spreading its wings, Real Madrid's number ten was rushing towards him. Tuchel stood in the command area, vigorously waving his hand, telling his disciples to pay attention to the spacing of the formation. VIP box. "Cross it in!"

"A hair's breadth makes a world of difference. "The Blues striker nudged the ball forward!"

Beckenbauer clenched his fists.

The Olympic Stadium erupted. Casemiro and Rudiger tried to follow up and finish. Broke the 1:0!

"Oh!"

Originally, in this transition attack, he planned to lurk between the two lines, letting Li Kang occupy a positional advantage. "Brake! Then turn, dragon swaying its tail! Golden right foot continuously touches the ball, shaking off Modric.

"Die Guan Haiyata made a mistake. "La Guan Hai was leaning against Die Yisike Tower with his back to the defense!

Marcelo lifted his shirt and wiped the ball in his arms.

Huff!

[Blue Bond Upgraded: Deep Blue Beast Lv4!] "Too breathtaking!"

Die Yisike Tower faced the falling soccer ball with his back.

Charging into the penalty area, Guan Hai was surrounded, breaking through the formation alone!

"La Liga fans should remember that Die Guan Haiyata's starting position was as a traditional winger!"

[Thrilling, if Rudiger's explosiveness was a little worse, and Isco took another step, Real Madrid might be leading.] "Continue along the baseline!

[Modric defused Chelsea's frontcourt pressure alone, diagonal transfer decided the direction of attack.] Guan Hai slowed down again. "Radiating leadership qualities!"

[Bond effect; his physical confrontation and balance with Die Yisike Tower will be greatly enhanced.

"The deterrence of the world's number one midfielder!"

Before the center forward received the ball in the two zones, the two had undergone eight confrontations, and there was not enough time for the opponent to return to defense and take position. There was no way to form a direct one-on-one!

"Creating seven confrontations!"

Pa!

"Directly find C Ronaldo in the frontcourt!"

The cerebral shadow spread wildly at this moment, state maxed out!

-[Zidane hasn't succeeded in grabbing the opening this season!] Shaking the hearts of the fans. "One-on-one!"

The audience in front of the TV watched the chaotic penalty area and the brave blue-clothed number 10, and their adrenaline soared. The Galactic Battleship's front line collapsed!

Chelsea's formation, under Tuchel's waving command, still maintained its forward pressure. He was very comfortable. He Wei's words were like a vibrating motor. "Handsome ball control action.

"The two rushed to the seventh landing point at the same time, in fact, they had already lost the opportunity for a one-on-one. Kroos decisively retreated!

. [Kahan Miro just became a right winger. Modric's left foot, the toe touched the soccer ball. How much weaker is the Galactic Battleship's frontline threat than the Bayern, Liverpool, and crippled Atletico Madrid?

Modric didn't give up. The wind on the east bank of the Dnieper River blew up golden hair. Goalkeeper-Navas lunged to the side, ultimately unable to stop the fatal blow of the blue beast. Letting the Galactic Battleship's midfield interception line affect Mos's deceleration.

Since Real Madrid's sideline ball was launched, the Chelsea coach boldly reduced the number of returning defenders. In the Olympic Stadium, tens of thousands of spectators stared intently at the Blue Army core on the green field. The sound of the sky, the historic level of control radius, was displayed vividly at this moment. The soccer ball was biased towards the outside line!

Allowing the blue beast on the front line to face the Galactic Battleship's avant-garde line!

"Wow! Electric shock... no, it's the rattlesnake-style dribble!" La Guan Hai fell heavily, watching Xuan Yisike Tower win seven confrontations!

"Yes!"

Varane felt a little unbelievable and looked at La Li Kang with a confused expression: Didn't you say Li's header is no good?

A crisp system prompt sounded in his ears. The terrifying momentum instantly shattered the last line of defense of the Galactic Battleship. "He is about to carry out the eighth confrontation, the opponent is Carvajal who is chasing back!"

"A head-on dialogue between two world-class midfielders!"

Adjusting his center of gravity, he took a step and accelerated, frantically chasing back!

"Superstar!"

"He knocked Carvajal away!"

[Detected that Die Guan Haiyata's goodwill towards him has broken through the upper limit.] "This is the ultimate space understanding!"

In the process of running, his right shoulder felt a strange force. A shocking scene was born. Casemiro and Rudiger quickly assisted. The audience was stunned - [Kroos singled out Cahill and Rudiger's rib assistance system, perfect through ball.] "Dribbling."

"A suave stop."

"His understanding of space has reached a state of perfection! World-class running position!"

Soaring high.

What was being suppressed was not just the right shoulder, but also the center of gravity!

"He's pulling to the side, is there still anyone in Chelsea's backcourt to head the ball?"

Immediately afterwards.

La Li Kang helplessly patted his shin guards: I used my feet. "Mos predicted my prediction."

There was not a single precise configuration at the tactical level!

"It's Gokes again, is it a foul? Looking at the slow motion, there's no foul, that's... Pa!"

He wished he could hug Guan Hai and kiss him a few times, making the audience in front of the TV even more shocked by Mos's bland performance. His figure stretched out in mid-air.

"Turn around!"

His left foot met the out-of-control soccer ball, lightly lifting his foot and pressing down!

The former headed the ball a bit!

Mos, who was coordinating the forward insertion.

"Oh my god!"

Mos was like a bulldozer, ignoring everyone's obstruction, his figure charging fiercely!

Real Madrid's penalty area ultimately failed to gain a close advantage. The effect of the half-hearted power steal was like a dragonfly skimming the water. Real Madrid players had already completed their positioning in the penalty area. Guan Hai completed his run-up. "Flying..."

"La Li Kang predicted all of this, old opponent, old friend!"

"Flying blue beast!"

[This effect is only triggered when the two are on the field at the same time.] "Every minute and every second I'm on the field, I'm thinking about the game, the Galactic Battleship's helmsman who truly uses his brain to play soccer!"

Unexpectedly, Real Madrid's midfield line was actually pulled back by Mos. Zidane frantically made deceleration gestures. Mos slowed down.

"Chelsea's number ten is dribbling the ball directly!"

Suddenly, he threw it out with great force!

"The meaning of charging into the formation is not to break the formation, but to widen the distance between the opponent's two lines, thereby helping the front-line teammates create better space!

Unable to get past, the ball was lost. "Very decisive!"