Chapter 447

The camera suddenly cut to the stands.

Messi's second son, Mateo, was excitedly raising his arms in celebration!

The surrounding spectators looked bewildered.

Media reporters immediately began to formulate headlines in their minds.

《Messi's Son is a Chelsea Fan.》

《Messi's Son Has Liked Diego Costa Since Childhood.》

《Messi's Son is a Barcelona Anti-fan.》

The real reason was: Mateo liked to oppose his older brother and family members. No matter who the opponent was, as long as they breached Barcelona's goal, he would cheer. He cheered when Real Sociedad scored, and he cheered when Real Betis scored.

Chelsea players gathered at the coaching bench, hugging and celebrating.

Tuchel waved his hand grandly, and Dino eagerly dragged out a large tactical board.

"Barcelona's midfield coverage has serious problems."

"Through this period of the match, the coaching staff has reached the following conclusions."

"After losing possession, their formation will settle into a 4-4-2! Barcelona will sustain a period of high-pressure counter-pressing. During the transition to attack, they directly skip the midfield organization stage."

"Messi can't sprint indefinitely for ninety minutes. Barcelona relies too much on their two full-backs advancing to maintain width during the autonomous attacking phase."

"Pay attention to Andre Gomes's forward runs on the right."

"Again, the best way to defend set pieces is to reduce fouls in our own half!"

Clap clap clap!

Concise and to the point.

Having laid out a few preconditions, the solutions had already been demonstrated countless times in training.

The referee urged the players to return to the field.

A series of huge boos rang out.

Diego Costa turned around, faced the stands, and opened his arms, smilingly "embracing" the "greetings" from the Catalan fans.

Then, with his arm around Lee Kang's shoulder, he turned towards the Chelsea fan section and forcefully pinched the team emblem on the latter's jersey.

Instantly.

The cheers erupting from the Chelsea fans instantly drowned out the boos.

Tuchel, resting his chin in his hand, suddenly asked:

"Our two wingers aren't creating asymmetrical local advantages."

Dino's lips twitched, and he explained, "Boss, before the game, you said Barcelona would switch to a 3-4-1-2 formation to exchange players on both flanks, requiring our left and right wings to advance and retreat simultaneously, maintaining both offensive and defensive width. Our diamond hexagonal training ground during this period was specifically designed to address this issue, wasn't it?"

The Chelsea coach blushed slightly. "Ahem, I overestimated Barcelona's flank matchups."

"Next, let Azpilicueta's side boldly advance, shortening the distance between himself and Lee to maintain support!"

"Forget it, let Marcos's side advance, helping Lee create more mismatch exploitation opportunities!"

"Still won't work, Marcos's speed and dribbling ability are relatively weak..."

Dino: "..."

On the other side.

Valverde was a little troubled.

His on-the-spot command adjustments were relatively slow.

Most head coaches who excel at making preemptive moves share this drawback.

The water bottle in his hand was crushed.

The Barcelona coach was having a headache.

'Chelsea's deployment is really baffling.'

The match restarted at the center circle.

Suarez kicked off and passed back to Busquets.

Chelsea's midfielders and forwards quickly launched a pressing attack.

Each of them ran frantically, as if they had been injected with stimulants.

Especially Diego Costa, whose trash talk made Umtiti, the little black egg, blush crimson.

"There's no way around it; Barcelona no longer has the passing and control stability they once had."

"They still have to start organizing the build-up from the back..."

"This style of play isn't Barcelona at all."

"Camp Nou has lost its soul."

"The Red and Blue Army has lost its style."

"If they hadn't sold Lee Kang to Leverkusen for one million in installments back then, how could they have fallen to this point."

"Oh no! Paulinho's pass is misplaced! This CSL (Chinese Super League) veteran can't maintain short-passing accuracy under high pressure!"

"The omnipresent Kante!"

"He's like a super midfielder in a soccer cartoon who can teleport at any time. 70% of the Earth is covered by water, and the remaining 30% is..."

Kante intercepted the ball.

With Bakayoko holding back and squatting in the middle, the blue giant could recklessly expand the defensive range in the frontcourt with Lee Kang!

Pa!

He immediately passed the ball diagonally to Lee Kang on the left.

At the same time.

Chelsea's attacking players sprinted forward, like a bulldozer, crashing fiercely into Barcelona's half.

Lee Kang received the ball sideways.

Adjusting his body's inclination, he easily brushed past Gomes, who was trying to counter-press.

Then, he started his run with the ball.

Advancing from the left inside channel.

The shadow energy in his brain had already been exhausted in the match against Manchester City, but he didn't need it to deal with Barcelona's weak defense.

The night breeze fluttered his jersey.

Accelerate again!

"Terrifying impact!"

"Lee Kang is directly driving the team's frontal attack!"

"Barcelona hasn't fallen into chaos."

"The thirty-meter zone is a overlapping slaughterhouse for both sides' support points!"

Diego Costa and Hazard crossed paths, cutting into Barcelona's last line of defense.

Azpilicueta and Marcos sprinted on both wings, stretching the width of the attack to the extreme.

Kante shortened the distance between himself and Lee Kang, ready to support at any time.

David Luiz adjusted his hairstyle and accelerated in a straight line!

Busquets's brain worked at high speed.

He raised his hand, signaling his teammates not to double-team, and to focus on cutting off Chelsea's vertical connections.

Then, he adjusted his stance with small steps.

Blocking Lee Kang's path.

Come on.

La Masia's Number 4!

In the next moment, Camp Nou was covered by a wave of exclamations!

"Sudden stop and flick the ball!"

"Lee Kang has shaken off Busquets!"

"Choosing to go outside!"

Busquets froze for a second, his heart surging: He felt that Lee Kang was even more familiar with his defensive positioning than he was.

From God's perspective, the gaps in Barcelona's defensive line were incredibly loose.

Lee Kang chose to dribble forward again.

The Eye of Truth burst forth.

"Roberto and Pique are closing in!"

"Still not passing!"

"A gentle flick with his left foot, and Lee Kang slipped through the gap!"

"Going inside!"

"Four more steps, encountering Iniesta, who's tracking back!"

"Dribbling laterally!"

"One more small step forward! The passing space is open!"

"Heart-stopping!"

"La Masia reject, inspecting Barcelona's defensive line!"

The deep blue stands erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Tuchel was dumbfounded.

Valverde was despondent.

Pa!

The soccer ball left Lee Kang's left foot, spinning violently as it arced towards Barcelona's penalty area!

Above Barcelona's penalty area, a fierce face leaped up.

"Diego Costa!"

"Outmuscling Umtiti and Alba!"

Pa!

The ball's trajectory changed! It went straight into the top right corner!

Ter Stegen leaped with all his might, making a diving save!

It was no use.

0:2!!!

The entire stadium erupted.

Diego Costa, after landing, instinctively wanted to step on Umtiti's instep.

But he held back.

There was no need.

Chelsea's dirty forward always displayed impeccable sportsmanship when facing weaker opponents.

He turned around and sprinted towards Lee Kang!

"Another goal!"

"It's Diego Costa again!"

"It's Lee Kang again!"

"Two goals, two assists!"

"Chelsea is going wild!"

"Barcelona's defense has been completely shattered!"

"Camp Nou's status in Europe is being shaken tonight!"

"La Masia reject, destroying Barcelona's defensive system single-handedly!"

In the live broadcast room.

The comments flew.

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[So cool!]

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[Leisurely strolling, inspecting the defensive line!]

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[The eternal injustice of Enrique!]

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[Lee Mingdeng: Coming to Barcelona's backfield is like coming home. Busquets, Pique, and Roberto all take the initiative to give me space.]

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[Cthulhu Tulip advance!]

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[No matter who coaches this Barcelona team, they can't stop La Masia's Number 4!]

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[Umtiti isn't bad; he's facing Diego Costa. Barcelona's defense isn't too bad either, but they have to deal with Lee Kang and Hazard, two major cores.]

Camp Nou, west stand

Amidst the voices of tens of thousands of people, there was a mix of different emotions.

Joy.

Confusion.

Shock.

Anger.

The peak Dream Team Four dynasty.

Xavi's successor.

One million.

Installments.

A moment later.

In the end, the cheers of the Chelsea fans prevailed.

"Lee!!!"

"Co.