The game resumed.

　　The soccer ball went through a few passes.

　　Li Kang once again caught a flaw in Germany's defense.

　　The soccer ball instantly left his left foot, setting off a beautiful arc in the air.

　　"Neuer's lateral movement is so fast, he's almost run as far as Li Kang by this point in the game!"

　　"Rudiger and Diego Costa are in a race!"

　　"The Roma center-back is still faster. He already transferred to Chelsea in the summer transfer window."

　　Rudiger stopped the ball first and passed it to Neuer.

　　Then, he ran a few steps towards the corner flag area to give the goalkeeper the width to pass the ball and resolve the pressure.

　　He had faced Li Kang when he was at Roma two years ago.

　　His brain suddenly turned on last season, and his combat effectiveness improved by leaps and bounds.

　　The temporary flaw is: he is easily impulsive and his defensive moves are relatively dirty.

　　When the major European powerhouses saw him: 1.91 meters tall, black and hard, extremely fast explosive speed isn't this just a slightly dumber Varane?

　　"Diego Costa friendly patted Rudiger's butt, seemingly praising this young German center-back."

　　"The football field is never short of mutual appreciation between enemies."

　　"Ronaldo and Nesta."

　　"Zanetti and Maldini."

　　"Huh? Why are they pushing each other?"

　　"The referee gave the two a verbal warning!"

　　Diego Costa and Rudiger started trash-talking, grabbing and touching each other, their foreheads bumping.

　　The wild football cultures of Lagarto and Berlin engaged in a fierce collision.

　　The referee gently warned the two.

　　The game quickly resumed.

　　Neuer passed the ball to Kroos.

　　He didn't encounter the fierce pressing he expected.

　　The soccer ball passed slowly, suddenly flying towards the thirty-meter area of the Spanish half.

　　Havertz moved quickly laterally. Before receiving the ball with his back to the goal, the German team immediately sped up!

　　The Saint Petersburg Stadium once again set off a violent "white run-and-gun."

　　Havertz has a "bad habit" that violates the laws of soccer: he likes to use the sole of his foot to stop the ball when receiving it during an attacking advance.

　　Back in the Leverkusen youth team, old man Topp tried his best to correct it but couldn't.

　　The soccer ball fell.

　　Busquets and Saul immediately pincer-attacked from two directions.

　　Immediately after.

　　An unbelievable scene happened.

　　Havertz raised his left foot and stopped the ball elegantly.

　　Stopping the soccer ball with the sole of his foot during a fast break?

　　This unconventional way of playing made it temporarily difficult for the Barcelona and Atletico Madrid midfielders to find the optimal defensive strategy.

　　Immediately after.

　　Havertz turned around smoothly.

　　The direction of the turn happened to avoid the Spanish midfielders' encirclement.

　　"Passed to Brandt, who crossed to the middle."

　　"Is he running to the right wing again?"

　　"The connection of the Leverkusen Gemini!"

　　"The talent is simply overflowing!"

　　Brandt didn't try to break through Pique's frontal defense.

　　He couldn't pass to Reus. Spain had already deployed heavy troops in the area where the Dortmund Little Rocket was active.

　　Pa!

　　The soccer ball rolled towards the right wing.

　　The second connection between the Leverkusen Gemini made up for the lack of a breakout point on the right wing.

　　At the same time.

　　Hummels, Werner, and Draxler once again entered the Spanish penalty area, making up for the lack of a three-dimensional attack.

　　The soccer ball was close to the grass. Before it rolled far, it was suddenly intercepted.

　　Havertz was thinking about reading Spain's defense while preparing to receive the ball, but at this moment, he could only watch Li Kang intercept the ball.

　　"Oh no!"

　　"Brandt and Havertz's connection was cut off by Li Kang!"

　　"The person who can hurt you is often the person you know best."

　　De Gea was overjoyed.

　　Kroos, who was preparing to respond on the periphery, quickly directed his teammates to retreat.

　　In the live broadcast room.

　　The barrage flew.

　　-

　　[The German team no longer has Lahm.]

　　-

　　[The German team no longer has Klose.]

　　-

　　[Li Kang just seized the two limiting conditions of the German team having no breakout point on the right wing and no high point for aerial control in the middle, captured the narrow offensive path, and completed the interception!]

　　-

　　[It won't work. Spain's overall counterattack speed is so slow, and the German team's retreat speed is very fast.]

　　-

　　[Fabregas' defense is really not active, and he's still huddled in front with Morata.]

　　-

　　[Bootleg false nine + withdrawn striker.]

　　-

　　[It's about seizing this timeline, the brief numerical advantage in the transition attack, even if it's slow, it can create a chance to score.]

　　In the command area.

　　Minano waved his fist excitedly.

　　Low was a little nervous and unconsciously put his hand in his pocket.

　　At the Saint Petersburg Stadium, the stands erupted in a mountain-like tsunami of cheers.

　　Li Kang had already passed the ball to Morata in front.

　　"Fabregas is interposing vertically."

　　"Diego Costa is pulling horizontally."

　　"Beautiful!"

　　"A series of one-touch passes got rid of Rudiger!"

　　"Oh no, the soccer ball slowed down when it came to Diego Costa's feet, not because of the slow speed, but because there was an extra Boateng in front of him."

　　Forty-meter area in the German half.

　　Diego Costa had no time to adjust.

　　Not every super striker has that one-touch passing ability in harsh environments.

　　Boateng rushed forward, his strong physique squeezed violently, and then he stretched out his long legs to poke at the soccer ball.

　　He didn't need a 100% successful steal.

　　Instead, he bought time for his teammates to retreat into position.

　　Diego Costa staggered, but didn't fall.

　　The Chelsea beast wasn't famous for nothing.

　　He flicked the soccer ball, which was about to be out of control, with his right foot.

　　Saul arrived immediately.

　　"Continuation of the attack!"

　　"The Atletico Madrid youngster quickly passed the ball horizontally to Li Kang."

　　"Dangerous."

　　"Li Kang won this knife-edge ball in the confrontation with Kroos!"

　　"The German team invested a lot of troops in the attack just now. Only Kroos, Brandt, and Reus have temporarily retreated to the half."

　　Li Kang shook off Kroos.

　　He quickly dribbled the ball forward.

　　The German defense didn't immediately shrink towards his path forward. It was being held back and pulled by the bootleg false nine and Morata!

　　Neuer's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately turned around and retreated.

　　Shadow.

　　The shadow caused by Li Kang's many lob shots.

　　Rudiger adjusted quickly and was the first to approach Li Kang.

　　Seeing that the other party had a tendency to pass.

　　The little black egg seemed to think of something.

　　He didn't make the usual decisive elbow and knee foul.

　　After a slight hesitation.

　　The soccer ball had already left Li Kang's left foot!

　　In God's perspective, the German defense had already been opened up by Fabregas and Morata!

　　"Rudiger grabbed Li Kang's shorts!"

　　"Fortunately... he wore sliding shorts."

　　"The referee didn't stop the game, advantage to the attack."

　　"Morata caught Li Kang's pass!"

　　"Not easy."

　　"Spain finally has the opportunity to gain a numerical advantage in the offensive stage."

　　"Look at this ball!"

　　The scene in front of the German penalty area can be described in one word: chaos.

　　Morata used his positional advantage to calmly unload the soccer ball on the right side of the arc.

　　His handsome face didn't show the slightest hesitation.

　　He opened his arms to expand the area to protect the ball, separating the Brandt from his youthful days.

　　Small swing of his leg.

　　Neuer had done his homework very well. He knew Morata's shooting habits.

　　In a flash.

　　The German goalkeeper's upper body leaned towards the right side of the goal.

　　It must be the near corner.

　　Yes.

　　Near corner.

　　Pa!

　　Neuer regretted it, but reacted quickly and adjusted quickly.

　　"Fake shot, real pass."

　　"Fabregas."

　　"Empty goal!"

　　In a daze.

　　Fabregas seemed to have found the wonderful scenery of his past at Arsenal.

　　He drilled into the left side of the German penalty area like an eel.

　　He padded out his right foot.

　　Touched the rolling soccer ball.

　　Pa!

　　The soccer ball brushed past Neuer's armpit and drilled into the net.

　　1:0!!!

　　Celebration and sorrow filled the entire Saint Petersburg Stadium.

　　Rudiger awkwardly pulled up Li Kang and took the initiative to pull up his pants for him.

　　Maybe they'll be club teammates next season.

　　Finish writing the game tomorrow.

　　(End of this chapter)