Amsterdam.

Cruyff grimaced, pressed the remote control, and turned off the TV.

"The club management is full of moths, a bunch of rice buckets!"

"It's shameless!"

"After spending 400 million, can you still be slaughtered by Real Madrid and Chelsea?"

"Our La Masia No. 4"

Bang!

The white-haired old man lifted his foot, sank hard, and kicked over the coffee table.

The huge movement frightened the nursing staff and the chef to rush to it.

"When Li scored, didn't he slap his palms, Lele?"

"Come and have a look!"

When they saw the old man with a loud voice, a straight waist, and full of energy, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Well?

It seems that Kesheng's physical condition in the past few years has "looked" better and better!

"I'm fine!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Of course it's fine! We need to keep our emotions happy! ”

The paramedics expertly turned on the video recorder and slipped the CD of La Masia's 4th place from all over the ages.

On both sides of the cabinet, there was a commotion from the 30-year-old ATC home speakers.

Immediately afterwards, the familiar BBC commentary sounded:

"The next substitute is 17-year-old Li Kang!"

"He's from the La Masia Academy!"

Camp Nou.

The red and blue prosperity came to an end.

Dark blue flags flutter in the night breeze.

"Blue is the colour" reverberates in the land of the Catalans.

Blue.

Our dreams.

"It's over!"

'Chelsea got a devastating victory!'

"A war of annihilation."

"A mass extinction."

"Li Kang, his name has become a lingering nightmare and curse for Barcelona."

"For three years in a row, he has represented three different clubs in the Champions League against the magnificent stadium at Camp Nou."

"La Masia's abandoned son has not returned to his hometown, and the peak dream team team that people are looking forward to is a bubble after all."

"Change of power!"

"We may be witnessing the rise of a dark blue dynasty!"

'Congratulations to Chelsea and best wishes to Barcelona.'

The narrator couldn't help but pick his feet.

This season's Chelsea is a bit of a pervert.

Not only the players are strong, but also the "tactical genius" Tuchel, no one can figure out his next move, which has greatly increased the workload of the major media "post-match report analysis".

Eyes swept over the frantic comment section.

What is all 7+, negative others, don't want money, give me to kill Barcelona, software hardening engineer, eat takeout, and fans for life

Rakitic only played for a few minutes, but he managed to get his hands on Li Kang's shirt.

Barcelona nightmare?

The Croatian midfielder already has several pieces of Li Kang's "on-the-field" jersey.

Rakitic's Camp Nou career could soon be over due to a contract dispute.

Showdown.

Don't pretend.

He stumbled to the interview area.

Facing the reporter's microphone, his tone was serious:

"It's not a fair game for Barca."

"Because Li is too powerful tonight, too strong to be like an earthling, you can't stop his advance at all!"

"His presence makes me feel like I'm playing like a piece of."

"I'm lucky enough to have the opportunity to see Lee's performance up close and face-to-face every year."

"I'm praying, praying that I won't meet him at next year's World Cup!"

Tuchel shook hands with Ernesto Valverde.

The eyes were full of sympathy:

is another Barcelona coach who is going to be beaten out of class by Lee

Cesc Fabregas and Pedro rushed off the bench and hugged and comforted their frustrated Barca teammates.

Bonds, partners, villages.

Grow up together.

Train together.

Together, we fight side by side.

All kinds of emotions in the past are intertwined at this moment, and several big men huddle together to keep warm.

"If you don't go to the ground with a cheat, how can Morata score the last goal!"

"His hand touched my hair!"

Distance.

Messi walked silently to the passage alone, no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

Morata was still unsatisfied, holding Li Kang's shoulder, and the other hand kept gesturing, and the words were continuous, seriously describing the tacit cooperation between the two in the game.

"Lee, I'm going to be the European assist champion this season!"

"What are you laughing at? Trust me, I can do it! ”

Hear these words.

Diego Costa is a bit confused: A striker's goal for the season is not the Golden Boot? It's the king of assists?

Kante took off his shirt and slung it over his shoulders, trotted to the sidelines, pulled out two bottles of sports drinks and turned them back to hand them to Li Kang.

"Lee, drink water!"

Originally a pure defensive midfielder, he completed his transformation under Antonio Conte's guidance last season and was told to read more games and use his brain to organise attacks.

But he didn't want to use his brains to organize an attack now.

Just pass the ball to Lee after a steal, that's the smartest way to play.

Hazard touched his stomach and hesitated: should he reward himself with a hamburger, after all, he also scored today.

Not far away.

Buffon took off his gloves and patted Cech on the shoulder, but he stopped talking.

Post-match press conference.

Tuchel was in high spirits and spirits.

"Our tactical deployment was a success! The execution of the players is also very strong! ”

"Chelsea suppress Barcelona in all directions!"

"A stroke of genius? Lee's wonderful moments of getting rid of four people in a row? Well, yes, of course I know him well and definitely won't stifle his imagination and creativity! ”

'Becoming Chelsea's head coach was the right choice in my managerial career.

'I don't have much to say about the result of tonight's game, give it your all, it's a sign of respect for Barca.'

'Chelsea will respect every opponent in the future.'

A moment later.

Valverde came to the press conference.

Like a warrior rushing to the battlefield.

Take a deep breath.

"I'm a sinner at Barcelona."

"It's all my fault, it's my tactical deployment that's wrong."

Kang Lee's trip to Camp Nou is over.

He and his teammates boarded an overnight flight back to London.

A crowd of Blues fans had already gathered at the pick-up gate.

Like a triumphant warrior.

Flags, posters, jerseys, banners. Shake enthusiastically above the crowd.

Drizzle.

It can't extinguish the fire in the hearts of Blues fans.

“Lee！！！”

Dino looked puzzled: If you win Barcelona, how can you be treated the same as winning the Champions League?

After a long time.

Li Kang, accompanied by his assistant, returned home.

The phone is full of all kinds of information.

Encouragement and encouragement from the grandfather group. Concern: Worrall is concerned that his current style of play will hurt his ankle.

Congratulations from former teammates.

and the praise and confession of several little girls.

Put your phone back down.

The system prompt sounded quietly.

【Ding! Mission accomplished: Tears at Camp Nou. 】

[Mission Receipt: Your Heart. Won't it hurt? 】

[Congratulations on acquiring: Barcelona Legend Platinum Chest.] 】

Li Kang didn't look at the prize pool.

He's a little tired.

[Platinum Chest is being opened, congratulations on obtaining: Maradona's "Ball Sense" Module (Disabled, Permanent Passive)]

The Devil and the Angel. 】

[Crazy and crazy. 】

[Sadness and joy. 】

[Stepping on the green field but not being able to knock on the door, it feels like dancing with your sister.] 】

[I just want people to let me live my life, I never want to be a role model. 】

[Even if I die, I won't let go of football.] 】

(End of chapter)