Dear Gua
Chapter 421 Sighing Barrier (Daily Transition)
Lacazette kicks off, passing back to Xhaka.
Xhaka almost instinctively passed the ball to Li Kang.
Fortunately, Chelsea's frontcourt didn't launch an extreme high press, allowing him a second or two to calmly distribute the ball to Iwobi on the wing.
The latter tried to dribble forward.
An extreme scene unfolded.
Rudiger, like a raging bull, charged from the defensive line.
Astonishing explosive speed.
Strong physique.
Forcibly squeezed the youthful Iwobi out of bounds!
After stealing the ball, he immediately passed it to Li Kang.
"Too brutal."
"Rudiger doesn't need to adapt to the Premier League; this is how he always played in Rome."
A round of applause erupted.
Chelsea fans were very satisfied with this new defensive addition.
On the sidelines.
Tuchel looked angry.
His strong desire for control made him dislike this "severe positional loss."
According to the pre-match plan: Chelsea needed to establish a sense of defensive hierarchy between the three lines. If Iwobi were more experienced, he would have seized the opportunity of Rudiger's positional loss and created a threat.
Dino quickly recorded this issue in his notebook.
"Boss, Li..."
"Li is right."
When Li Kang received the ball sideways, Ramsey and Özil also double-teamed him.
No one-touch pass.
No elastico.
Nor did he rely on rhythm changes to get rid of them.
Pull the ball back, adjust direction.
Stamp hard on the turf.
Lower his center of gravity.
His body charged forward violently.
The whole person knocked Özil over!
Creating space to advance!
Ramsey was dumbfounded, reaching out but unable to grab his former teammate's jersey.
Wembley Stadium, the blue stands erupted in a landslide-like cheer.
"Özil's physique is too weak."
"Li Kang used the simplest and most violent way to solve the problem at hand."
"Overbearing!"
"A crushing advance!"
Chelsea fans were ecstatic: Two hundred and fifty million? What a worthwhile transfer deal!
After completing the breakthrough, Li Kang had many passing options.
He didn't continue to force his way past Xhaka.
From his godlike perspective, Hazard had the best environment to receive the ball and the most space for follow-up plays.
*Thwack!*
The trajectory of the football instantly pierced Arsenal's defensive line.
Hazard, with a combination of a stop and a touch, deftly bypassed Koscielny.
Then, wriggling his big butt, he cut diagonally towards the center.
He had a bad habit: unless it was a guaranteed goal, he didn't like to shoot himself.
"Why isn't Hazard shooting?"
"Through ball!"
"The lead is a bit too long, can Morata get to it?"
"Oh no, Ospina's timing to come out is perfect, defusing the danger!"
The attack was defused.
Morata quickly jumped to avoid stepping on the Arsenal goalkeeper.
Hazard scratched his head.
Tuchel spread his hands.
Enrique was relieved.
Li Kang and Ramsey patted each other on the back.
Enrique wasn't completely useless.
He brought Barcelona's build-up play style from the backfield to Arsenal.
The goalkeeper doesn't kick long.
Players positioned at the baseline and corner of the penalty area.
Two attacking midfielders moving forward or backward asymmetrically.
Increase short passing options, reduce the range of passes, and avoid passing errors.
But unfortunately.
Tuchel seemed to have anticipated this, and didn't commit too many troops to press, Chelsea still maintained the defensive hierarchy of the three lines.
The football was passed quickly forward on the grass.
"Arsenal's autonomous attack revolves around Özil."
"I believe the fans in front of the TV will miss his connection with C Ronaldo very much."
"C Ronaldo once said that Özil is the man who understands his runs the most!"
"This Arsenal midfield core has won the assist king in the Champions League, Europa League, World Cup, European Cup, La Liga, and Premier League!"
"..."
ESPN live broadcast room.
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[Enrique still has skill, if they play counter-attacks from a set-piece or win a free kick in the frontcourt, Arsenal is very likely to break the deadlock.]
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[I see, Arsenal players now occupy most of the space in the center, and are about to open up the depth and width?!]
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[Lacazette retreats to receive the ball, Özil and Ramsey go up, exchanging passes and breaking away from the defensive assignments, these guys have very high level of ball control in high positions, they can speed up and blow up Chelsea in minutes!]
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[Don't talk nonsense, Tuchel doesn't like letting players mark man-to-man.]
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[That's right, Tuchel's plan is to lure the snake out of its hole.]
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[Chelsea's midfield line and defense line are immediately contracting, encircling and suppressing!]
There was no encirclement and suppression.
Tuchel's gestures suddenly froze.
His original plan was to have Fabregas drop back to play the number four position, and then…
As a result, the football had just rolled into the forty-meter zone.
Kanté chased back and tackled, suddenly poking towards Özil.
The latter was powerless; even if he returned to his peak state seven years ago, he probably couldn't get rid of the French little black egg known as the "European Steal King."
The football lost control.
Li Kang miraculously appeared nearby, shouldered Ramsey aside, and regained possession.
[Blue Bond Established: Sighing Barrier Lv1!]
[Your teamwork understanding with Kanté has been slightly improved.]
[The effect is only activated when the two of you are on the field at the same time.]
So Kanté's affinity for him... bah, bah, bah, is his friendliness!
"Arsenal's mercurial advance came to an abrupt halt!"
"Li Kang and Kanté's coordinated interception!"
"The ability to strangle that these two players unleash when they get together is a bit scary."
Arsenal's frontcourt immediately launched a counter-press.
Li Kang decisively passed the ball back to Fabregas, who had a better passing environment.
[Blue Bond Established: La Masia Double Number Four Lv1.]
[Your understanding with Fabregas has been slightly improved.]
[The effect is only activated when the two of you are on the field at the same time.]
Fabregas suddenly shuddered.
Facing the football.
His body had already switched to a long-pass posture.
A large swing of his leg.
*Thump!*
The football left the grass.
A rainbow arced across the sky above Wembley Stadium!
"Beautiful!"
"The attacking idea is very clear!"
"The long pass direction is perfect!"
"Willian!"
On the right wing.
Willian sprinted, his afro blowing in the wind like a wig.
Controlling the football.
Continued acceleration.
Monreal quickly blocked him.
The Samba winger made a sudden stop.
A small swing of his leg.
A 45-degree cross!
The football spun violently, plummeting into the penalty area.
Morata shook off Mustafi, rushed towards the landing point, stood still, and headed the ball!
*Thwack!*
The football ripped through Arsenal's net!
Ospina froze in place, spreading his arms, unable to react in time!
0:1!!!
Morata raised his hands, choosing not to celebrate.
Hazard and Willian excitedly pounced forward, vigorously messing up the Spanish striker's hair.
Li Kang roughly reviewed the attacking process:
This Arsenal is not weak.
But their midfield hardness is relatively insufficient, and their tactics are being targeted by Tuchel...
Kanté grinned innocently: "Li, we're really amazing."
It was perfectly fine for him to say that.
Li Kang nodded seriously, and touched the other's shaved head.
"Beautiful!"
"Goal!"
"Morata broke through Arsenal's goal, refusing to celebrate! As a three-time champion core of the Gunners, he still respects his old club in his heart."
"Willian's assist, Morata's header, the two teamed up to help Chelsea break the deadlock!"
"It has to be said that some of the credit should be given to the Blues' midfield trio!"
"Their midfield configuration can produce a very rich tactical variety."
"Li Kang, Kanté, and Fabregas have such distinct styles; I didn't expect them to be so in sync when they're all on the field at the same time."
Thanks to the book friend for recommending the movie *Misery*.
(End of this chapter)