Chapter 149 The Confederations Cup Ends

"The game is over."

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

"The genius midfielder, Li Kang, delivered a phenomenal performance in this final."

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

"Watching him play is simply a joy."

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

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

"The German team doesn't need to be discouraged. It has always been easier to conquer the world than to maintain it..."

He Wei was talking non-stop.

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

But no.

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

Saint Petersburg Stadium.

The stands were calm, and the faint singing was as gentle as the breeze on the Neva River, completely drowned out by the broadcast in the stadium.

The players from both sides exchanged pleasantries, and the scene was somewhat like 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 frustrated: the Confederations Cup curse seemed to be floating in the sky above Saint Petersburg at this moment.

Löw cordially 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 state, kindly touching Rüdiger's little bald head.

Boateng patted Neuer on the shoulder and joked, "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."

In the distance.

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

"Sergio, what do you think of the outside world's comments on you: the football illiterate filter, top-notch off-ball movement, playing with your brain, exquisite positioning, perfect ball distribution, midfield soul..."

Busquets didn't 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 midfield soul who can lead the team to win the championship."

"He is the treasure of the La Masia youth academy, the inheritance of the Blaugrana, the Nou Camp's..."

Barcelona again?

The reporters suddenly seemed uninterested: although Barcelona had spent a lot of money in the past two seasons, the lineup had become increasingly bleak, and their competitiveness in European competitions was also continuing to plummet.

Fifteen minutes later.

The award platform was set up on the green field.

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

The trophy's appearance was 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!"

"The 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 competitions; as long as his career lasted long enough, his personal honor in international competitions 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.

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

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

The flashlights flashed frantically.

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

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

Finally.

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 golden sand.

"2017 Confederations Cup Champion, Spain!"

That night.

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

《Spain vs. Germany: A Classic Case of Anti-Counterattack.》

《Tiki-taka is Dead, On the Importance of Wing Explosiveness and Frontline Pivot Points.》

《Trophy Collector: Li Kang.》

《Extraordinary Physique, Peak of Martial Arts!》

《Deep-Fried Meatballs the Size of a Sand Pot!》

《La Masia's Number 4 Position Proves the Dao with Strength.》

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

《Resilient Fighting Spirit: De Gea Caught a Cold During the Game.》

The number of comments soared.

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[Poor Bayern, this time Kimmich is the background board. When Li's Gladbach charges up, the opponent can't stop him at all! He also created a unique "Sand Pot Meatball" dribbling skill!]

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[Spain is doomed, they won't be able to 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 the midfield magicians Iniesta and David Silva, Li Mingdeng is actually playing very passively, and the midfield control has dropped sharply.]

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[He can link up with Busquets and Fabregas to control the field, but when facing a team of Germany's level, there is no stability in moving 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, with their plantation-style play and abundant talent!]

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

Kazan training base.

Morata hugged the object 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 carelessness and suddenly snatched the Golden Boot, running towards the training ground.

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

Everyone laughed.

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

He glanced at Isco, who was sticking to Li Kang's side every step of the way.

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

An hour and a half later.

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

The system prompt sounded quietly.

[Ding! Task completed: Confederations Cup Champion!]

[Task receipt: You are affected by the Confederations Cup champion curse.]

[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?

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

[Ronaldinho "Feel for the Ball" Module (incomplete).]

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

[Neymar "Dancing Soul" Module.]

[Kaká "Simple Dribbling" Module.]

[.]

The simple and unadorned treasure chest hovered in mid-air, emitting a soft glow.

[Treasure chest is opening.]

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

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

(End of this chapter)