"Good evening, friends from the audience, and welcome back."

"The players from both sides are back on the field."

'At the end of the first half, Spain took the lead.

'Neither manager made any substitutions at half-time.

"What kind of tactical changes will come in the second half, let's wait and see!"

Beep!

Accompanied by a whistle from the referee.

The second half of the game officially began.

Brazil have the ball.

Hulk kicks off and crosses Jonas.

Jonas's life experience is very mysterious, and it belongs to the plot of 'movies don't dare to shoot like that, dare not write'.

He was originally a university student majoring in pharmacology.

When he was 20 years old, he participated in a trial for a club in the Brazilian second division.

From then on, he went to the pinnacle of life.

After landing in Europe, he also scored the second fastest goal in history in the Champions League!

The opponent is none other than Bayer Leverkusen.

Hulk twisted his big ass and rushed to the Spanish half.

Jonas passes the ball back to Casemiro.

The Real Madrid midfielder is very tired in the national team and has to take on the task of organizing the tandem.

Brazil's midfielders sprinted wildly.

Bang!

Casemiro leans over and delivers a powerful long pass.

The ball flew to the right side of the Spanish half.

Willian, who was in the position early, carried Alba with his back and stopped the ball on his chest.

Cork's help was timely.

You can steal the ball just by looking at it.

A stout figure popped up.

Alves!

He shows dexterity and agility that contrasts greatly with his appearance.

The inside of his right foot scrambled the ball and allowed Cork to save the air.

Take a trip with your left foot and start sprinting on the side.

"Beautiful!"

"Some of the Spanish fans couldn't help but cheer because Alves was once the hero of the city."

Dunga danced and directed the players to attack.

Brazil are pushing faster and faster on the left.

Neymar and Willian crossed positions.

Hokla tugged at Pique.

In an instant, they were in the heart of the Spanish team.

Alves was soon intercepted by Ramos.

There wasn't much eye contact.

The Brazilian full-back decisively crossed the middle.

Neymar stepped on the ball steadily.

Cork is back in place.

He used to be the most versatile attacking player in Atletico's academy, and after being tweaked by Simeone, he raised the ceiling of defensive interception.

"Koke's prediction is very accurate, and he is not in a hurry to make a steal."

"He's waiting for Neymar to make a feint."

"The two sides have played against each other many times in La Liga and know each other very well."

Neymar slowed down slightly.

Gently shake your crotch.

Cork was unmoved.

He is like a patient predator, waiting for his opponent's weakest moment of movement.

Syllable!

Neymar takes a small jump with his left foot.

Cork decisively leans to the left!

At the moment of reaction.

Neymar actually completed an incredible move between lightning and flint!

The outside of the right foot pushes the ball diagonally to the right.

The whole person rushed by!

Cork was unsteady and was shaken to the ground!

"Wonderful jumping moves!"

"Terrifying rhythm, terrifying human-ball combination! Simple and efficient! ”

"Neymar never plays tricks when the score is down!"

During this period, Neymar's explosive speed was underestimated by the world.

It was as if he were the water that broke through the embankment.

Let the Brazilian team's offense open up the situation!

Willian, Marcelo, and Coutinho quietly opened up the width while rushing forward.

Spain's backline is like a big enemy.

No matter how much the five-star samba falls, the impact of the attack group is not bad.

Juan Stadium, the boos from the stands on all sides grew louder.

Sevilla fans don't like Neymar very much.

Pitchside.

Trembling with nervousness, Mignano gripped the tactical board.

Bosque sat in the coach's seat, calm and calm.

Dunga gestured frantically on the sidelines, signaling David Luiz at the back to press as well!

Peake is still struggling with Hulk's big ass.

Sergio Busquets blocked Neymar's way.

The two Barcelona teammates know each other's characteristics very well.

Neymar tries to get the ball to Marcelo.

only to perceive that Ramos had cut off the passing link.

But it doesn't matter.

Samba superstar who has the ability to solve the Barcelona midfielder in front of him.

To break through Busquets, you just need to slow down the tempo.

Unless Li Kang is that kid.

Busquets has a headache.

He can't defend himself against Neymar, who doesn't play tricks.

After a complicated psychological game, the two of them went through a complex psychological game.

He was shaken away by the other party!

From the viewer's point of view.

The Spanish midfielder is like a fool standing still.

Samba genius completed a dashing and freehand pole winding exercise.

"Oops."

"Brazil's attacking space is out!"

"Great opportunity!"

Bang!

The moment when Neymar tore through the defence.

The ball hasn't stopped yet.

A black-haired figure, as swift as a tiger, rushed towards him.

The Samba genius couldn't help but shiver and seemed to recall the good moments at Camp Nou.

A soccer ball rolling at high speed, truncated.

Li Kang and Neymar collided together!

The latter fell heavily on the turf.

The audience was in an uproar!

"The timing of the interception was perfect!"

"Li Kang has stopped Neymar from turning clouds on the backline!"

"Oh! The reason why Busquets is motionless must be to make a protective defensive interference for Li Kang! ”

"The moment Neymar completes his escape, the action connection will enter a vacuum."

"Li Kang is waiting for this opportunity!"

Neymar wallows in pain on the turf.

The referee did not say anything.

Dunga quickly turned his head and leaned in front of the linesman in an angry protest.

The Brazilian team quickly retreated.

Is it in time?

It's too late.

Nesta's red-black spirit dissipated.

Ronaldinho's shadow suddenly appeared.

The soccer ball left Li Kang's left foot.

Violently maneuvering in mid-air.

Draw a strange arc and bypass the heads of Casemiro and David Luiz!

Plummeting into a 40-meter area.

David Silva was undisturbed and calmly offloaded.

All the members of the Brazilian team were stunned.

What kind of pass is this?

"Devilish low flat weighted long pass!"

"The drop is so precise!"

"The Spanish offensive is here again!"

Brazil's formation was out of order.

The consequence of the whole army pressing is to make their own half of the field empty.

After David Silva received the ball, he turned around and started to explode!

"Single Knife!"

"Oops, that's too slow!"

Is there still a savior for Brazil?

Yes!

Thiago Silva!

The active "World One Guard"!

He calmly jammed the Blue Moon Magician's forward line, maintaining a delicate spacing to stifle the opponent's ball lane.

Perfect.

Textbook anti-single knife.

If I had been there, I would never have been beaten 7:1 by Germany! ’

Two seconds later.

Shi Yiwei's expression froze!

David Silva actually stood still.

Between the two stops and retreats.

The space to pass the ball is out!

"Hey! How did it stop? What a great opportunity to attack! ”

"It's a textbook negative textbook!"

"Big taboo!"

"Beautiful!"

"David Silva knows he doesn't have a speed advantage, he just waits for his team-mate to step forward!"

The Brazilian team is fast in defense!

David Silva's pause attracted a number of players.

Seeing that the ball is about to be lost!

There was a crunch snap!

Football flies out of the crowd!

Precisely go to the middle lane!

Iniesta, unmarked, stepped forward into place.

One touch of the ball!

The trajectory of football has been changed again!

Fly to the left front!

Cazorla is coming!

Balanced feet!

At lightning speed!

Juan Stadium, full of people!

Mignano excitedly shouted: "We don't run fast!" But it's fast! ”

Bosque smiled and nodded: "Well, even the counterattack is so gorgeous. ”

No one can stop Cazorla!

Unless the little-known Brazilian goalkeeper is on the hook.

Arsenal's midfield maestro, who can't even remember Alisson's name.

"Single Knife!"

"This is the real single knife!"

"Cazorla's short-range explosiveness is superb!"

Long-distance explosiveness is not good.

Alisson thinks so.

He did his pre-match homework and made up for the characteristics of every midfielder in the Spanish team.

I roughly judged the opponent's speed and the rhythm of the touch.

The Brazilian goalkeeper strikes decisively!

At the top of the arc of the large forbidden area.

It was as if the spotlight of the audience was only shining on Cazorla and Alisson.

One tall and one short.

One big and one small.

One in and one out.

No one can guess what kind of torturous psychological game the two have experienced.

"Can't afford to have feet?"

"There's no angle to shoot!"

"Huh? What's the deal with postbacks? ”

"There is no striker!"

Alisson was about to defuse the ball and save the ball.

The slender and delicate leg in the line of sight stepped on the front of the football.

Syllable!

Cazorla's heel slammed into his heel.

The ball rolled lightly backwards.

The Brazilian goalkeeper was stunned.

All the viewers were scratching their heads.

Single-knife backhaul?

What are you doing?

Even if Morata was present, he wouldn't do such a commotion, would he?

Dunga was overjoyed.

Mignano looked confused.

Bosque with his fists in the air!

The lens is slightly elongated.

Spain No. 6, with the wind coming.

The lamentation and joy of Estadio Juan were reversed at this moment.

In Li Kang's field of vision, a phantus of wearing a red No. 7 jersey appeared.

Raul.

A sword seals the throat.

In the eyes of everyone in the audience.

Li Kang leaned.

The right foot is slightly bent.

Rub your left foot gently.

With a crunch sound.

The soccer ball rises off the ground.

Deftly hoisted towards the Brazilian goal.

Alisson jerked back, trying to defuse the situation.

That's not how high he can jump.

Chance to make a save, on the goal line.

Only by rushing there can there be the last chance of life.

Pity.

The arc of the falling soccer ball.

All hope was extinguished.

Brazil's net has been lifted again.

Alisson faced the goal and fell to his knees.

2:0！！！

"Impeccable parabola!"

"It's so imaginative!"

"Indescribable tacit cooperation!"

"Flawless sling!"

"The ultimate use of local space!"

"A gorgeous counterattack without a front!"

"You can never imagine what this group of magicians will do on the green field!"

"This generation of Spanish No. 6 feels so strange!"

"Cazorla assisted, Li Kang scored with a hanging shot, and the Spanish team extended their lead!"

"The tacit understanding between them must have gone through thousands of difficult run-ins to create such a wonderful collaboration."

Live room.

The barrage is like a waterfall.

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[It's back! I feel like everything is back! 】

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[Spanish No. 6, is it considered T0? The fit with the core of Arsenal and Manchester City is amazing! 】

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[Busquets' standing post defense creates a steal opportunity for Li Kang, and the tacit understanding is also very high. 】

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[Yes, yes, yes! After all, Xiao Lizi is our La Masia child, and during the attack, Xiaobai's transition picks and passes, which is wonderful! 】

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[Spain's No. 6 is stronger than Leverkusen No. 10, right? ] 】

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[Old man Top, look good, study hard, don't let Xiao Lizi return to the club to play so hard! ] 】

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[No way, where can I find Cazorla and David Silva in Leverkusen? ] 】

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[If you continue to play like this, Li Mingdeng will sooner or later be the first yellow person to win the World Cup! ] 】

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[The world still hasn't figured out how to use Li Kang. 】

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[By the time the experts figure it out, Li Kang has retired, which is so complicated, just release him! ] 】

Cazorla turned around and excitedly gestured with Li Kangbi in a "pistol" pose.

David Silva hurriedly rushed forward and hugged vigorously.

Iniesta crossed his hands on his hips, gasping for air and smiling.

Teammates gathered around Li Kang and took turns high-five.

The home fans shouted wildly.

Everyone was intoxicated with joy.

They saw in Spain No. 6 the hope of a revival of the Iberian Peninsula.

Pitchside.

Mignano said excitedly: "Boss, we are two goals ahead, do you want to replace Lee?" ”

Bosque glanced up at the time on the LED screen and said with a smile: "Don't worry, let them slow down the pace a little, let's treat it as a practice match." ”

The other side.

Dunga angrily kicked the dugout.

Brazil's substitutes were silent.

"Rice bucket! What a bunch of rice buckets! ”

The ball is put back on the center circle.

The fourth official held up the LED number plate.

"Brazil have two substitutions to make!"

"Paulinho, who came from the southern giants of the Chinese Super League, replaced Casemiro."

"Augusto, who came from the northern powerhouse of the Chinese Super League, replaced Jonas."

"These two adjustments should be to strengthen the hardness of the midfield. Right? ”

Dunga rushed at the second general of the Chinese Super League, with a lot of words, and kept gesticulating.

Paulinho and Augusto are the ideal configuration for his "civilian Brazil".

The game continues.

Hulk kicks off and crosses Neymar.

The latter touched the ball and passed back to Augusto.

The midfielder has clearly not adapted to Sevilla's local climate.

Face the menacing Cazorla.

He was half a beat slower on the ball.

The Arsenal maestro tackles the ball with ease.

"Oops, this ball was thrown too casually!"

"Spain's flashy offensive is going to be again. How did you slow down? ”

Brazil's formation quickly retreated.

Cazorla got rid of his opponent's counter-attack and passed the ball back to Li Kang.

Spain No. 6 makes a gesture.

The teammates understood.

The rhythm of the game is like the Chinese Super League.

extinguished the enthusiasm of the fans in the stands.

The Juan Stadium, with the slow passing of football, gradually quieted down.

"Why did you start walking?"

Augusto and Paulinho have good stamina.

They called out to their teammates and unleashed a frenzied press up front.

But I just can't grab the ball.

In this generation of Spanish midfielders, everyone's escape from the spot, vision, ball control, and passing are almost perfect.

Only Li Kang runs in a wide range of fields on the field, no matter which area of the field he is in, he can always form a "triangle" with two teammates to form a "triangle" of passing space.

The players of the Brazilian team, pressing to no avail, gradually despaired.

"Core Kick!"

"After tactical adjustments, 18-year-old Li Kang turned out to be the midfield leader of this Spanish team!"

"A great view, a natural position! The line of the ball is calculated like AI! ”

"He's a matador with a blade and a red cloth!"

"He is God's gift to the Iberian Peninsula!"

"Football is simple, but it's hard to play simple football."

Pitchside.

Mignano looked at his backfield and said, "Boss, should we replace De Gea?" ”

Bosque nodded: "Well, don't catch a cold. ”

(End of chapter)