"The game is over."

"The Matador Legion has made history, winning the Confederations Cup for the first time."

"Genius midfielder Li Kang delivered a phenomenal performance in this final."

"The helmsman of the Invincible Armada, Mr. Big Scene!"

"Watching him play is simply a pleasure."

"A contradiction of elegance and violence, a symbol of power and speed!"

"Looking forward to next year's World Cup, where we can witness Li Kang break the Confederations Cup curse in Russia!"

"The German team doesn't need to be discouraged. It has always been easier to conquer than to defend..."

He Wei was talking non-stop.

Duan Xuan lifted his buttocks, tugged at his pants, and prepared to make a summary.

No way.

Most of the commentary had to be saved for the 2018 World Cup.

Saint Petersburg Stadium.

The four stands were very calm, the faint singing was as gentle as the breeze from the Neva River, completely unable to cover the stadium's broadcast.

The players from both sides exchanged warm greetings, the scene somewhat resembling a group of old friends reuniting after a long absence.

After the final whistle sounded, the winners were not immersed in joy, and the losers were not too depressed: the Confederations Cup curse seemed to be floating in the sky above Saint Petersburg at this moment.

Löw warmly shook hands with the Spanish coaching staff and players.

Li Kang and Brandt exchanged jerseys: the latter had recently bought another house and joked that he would use Li Kang's match-worn jersey to subsidize the renovation costs.

Diego Costa also returned to his normal self, amiably touching Rüdiger's little bald head.

Boateng patted Neuer on the shoulder and said self-deprecatingly, "At least we don't have to suffer the curse of the Confederations Cup champions."

Neuer shook his head and sighed, "Li is my curse."

Far away.

Busquets stood in front of a huge billboard, accepting an interview with reporters.

"Sergio, how do you view the outside world's evaluation of you: football idiot filter, top off-ball movement, playing with your brain, exquisite positioning, perfect ball delivery, soul midfielder..."

Busquets did not hesitate: "Off-ball movement is a very basic thing, players in the top five leagues are all playing with their brains, and the mainstream ball-playing core in recent seasons has been defenders or goalkeepers."

"Li is the soul midfielder who can lead the team to win the championship."

"He is the treasure of La Masia youth training camp, the heritage of the Blaugrana, the Nou Camp's..."

Mentioning Barça again?

The reporters immediately seemed uninterested: Although Barça had spent heavily in the past two seasons, the lineup had become increasingly dim, and its competitiveness in European competitions had also continued to plummet.

Fifteen minutes later.

The award台 was set up on the green field.

Accompanied by deafening shouts, Da Luo walked out of the tunnel holding the Confederations Cup trophy.

The appearance of the trophy is highly similar to the Hercules Cup.

Following closely behind was a group of FIFA officials.

"The Golden Boot of this Confederations Cup: Morata!"

"The Golden Glove of this Confederations Cup: De Gea!"

"Most Valuable Player: Li Kang!"

Morata was a little excited. The last time he won the Golden Boot was in the European Youth Championship U21.

De Gea took the Golden Glove with ease. He had a very clear self-awareness: as long as he and Li were not injured, they would have the opportunity to win the Golden Glove in the next few major international events; as long as his career lasted long enough, his personal honors in international events would definitely crush most of his predecessors, and his historical status would be greatly improved.

Li Kang took the small trophy of "three sticks sticking to a golden ball" from Maradona's hand.

The latter shook his left hand and strongly suppressed the urge to pat his right shoulder: "Remember to smile, have a sense of the camera, quickly raise your honor!"

Li Kang smiled, turned to face the media reporters, and held the trophy high with both hands.

The flashbulbs flashed wildly.

The fans couldn't help but shout his name excitedly.

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

In the end.

The entire award process was completed.

Li Kang and his teammates stood on the small blue stage.

The trophy was raised high.

Golden confetti burst out from behind, as brilliant as fireworks.

The green turf was instantly covered with a layer of gold dust.

"2017 Confederations Cup Champion, Spain!"

That night.

The news of winning the Confederations Cup was overwhelming, occupying the hot searches on major online platforms.

《Spain vs. Germany: A classic anti-strangulation case.》

《Tiki-taka is dead, discussing the importance of wingers and forwards.》

《Trophy Collector: Li Kang.》

《Extraordinary physique, the pinnacle of martial arts!》

《Wok-sized Fried Meatballs!》

《La Masia's No. 4 position proves the Dao with strength.》

《Beckenbauer: Li is very good, the young generation of the German team must learn from failure and learn to improve.》

《Tenacious fighting spirit: De Gea caught a cold during the game.》

The number of comments soared.

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[Poor Bayern, this time the background board is Kimmich, Li's momentum is unstoppable, and the opponent can't stop him at all! He also created a unique "Wok-sized Meatballs" dribbling technique!]

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[Spain is doomed, they won't win the World Cup next year.]

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[Confederations Cup Curse.]

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[Everyone should be able to see the problems exposed by Spain in this Confederations Cup: due to the absence of midfielders such as Iniesta and David Silva, Li Mingdeng actually played very passively, and the control in the middle was greatly reduced.]

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[He can link up with Busquets and Fabregas to control the field, but when facing teams of Germany's level, there is no stability in advancing forward. Li Kang is still doing the work of Iniesta and David Silva.]

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[I am optimistic about the French team next year, a plantation-style team with abundant talents!]

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[Who said African teams can't make history in the World Cup!]

Kazan training base.

Morata held the item in his arms, unable to put it down.

"I'm going to sleep with the Golden Boot tonight!"

"What a beautiful and moving Golden Boot!"

Ramos took advantage of his inattention, suddenly snatched the Golden Boot, and ran towards the training ground.

Morata stomped his feet in a hurry and immediately chased after him.

Everyone laughed.

Diego Costa seemed preoccupied: he wanted to return to Atletico Madrid, but also wanted to stay at Chelsea.

He glanced at Isco, this guy was sticking to Li Kang's side.

He had no chance to discuss the transfer issue with Li.

An hour and a half later.

Li Kang and Saul, Koke and others put away their game controllers and returned to the dormitory.

A system prompt sounded quietly.

[Ding! Mission completed: Confederations Cup Champion!]

[Mission receipt: You have been cursed by the Confederations Cup champion]

[Congratulations on obtaining: Confederations Cup Legendary Treasure Chest!]

Li Kang glanced at the prize pool.

He couldn't help but wonder: Why are there so many Brazilians?

[Romario "Lone Wolf" Module (incomplete).]

[Ronaldinho "Sense of Ball" Module (incomplete).]

[Adriano "Heavy Weapon" Module (incomplete).]

[Neymar "Dancing Soul" Module.]

[Kaka "Simple Escape" Module.]

[.]

The simple treasure chest floated in mid-air, emitting a soft light.

[Treasure chest is opening]

[Congratulations on obtaining: Ronaldinho "Cow Tail" Module! (Permanent Passive)]

There will be more updates at midnight, you can see it tomorrow morning. The unit will not be so busy starting tomorrow, and normal updates can be resumed.

(End of this chapter)