Chapter 451: The Power of Faith (Daily Transition)

Time passes.

Valverde did become "pragmatic".

He learned the hard lesson of the first round.

Putting on a dense defensive posture in the low post, optimizing the defensive details of the position, and stubbornly resisting Chelsea's attack.

'Barcelona played patiently.

"The aging of the midfield and the replacement of the old and the new have forced them to give up the passing control they are proud of."

"In the two-year summer window, 400 million dollars can't solve the problem of replacing the old and the new?"

'Speaking of games, Valverde still has a very high level of pressure on a tactical level and is a good coach.

The two commentators have mixed feelings.

Think about how beautiful it was for the red and blue teams to dominate Europe.

The 25th minute of the game.

Li Kang stepped forward to the left side of the Barcelona penalty area.

The step point is almost in sync with Cesc Fabregas's through plug.

People arrived.

The ball arrives, too.

Erase into the exclusion zone.

"Roberto and Pique reacted quickly."

"Blocked the path of the opponent's lateral dribbling in the box."

"Rakitic has also come to the rescue!"

"Li Kang took a few steps to the top of the arc, did not shoot angle, and was about to be expelled from the penalty area."

In God's view, Cesar Azpilicueta appears on the edge of the left side of the penalty area.

Li Kang turned sideways to the goal at this time.

A knock on the back of the heel.

The ball rolls sharply towards the left baseline.

Cesar Azpilicueta crosses with his feet.

Bang!

The football turns and turns, jumping to the Barcelona penalty area!

Alvaro Morata and Diego Costa jump at the same time!

"Twin ghosts knock on the door!"

"I didn't get to the top of it."

"After, the beauty of the prosperous world!"

At Stamford Bridge, the crowd was boiling again.

Barcelona did not give up.

Umtiti, a mature body, blocked the angle of Diego Costa's header!

Syllable!

Chelsea's reliable striker chose the ferry!

The ball crashes to the left side of the goal.

Hazard falls to the ground and shoots.

Empty door!

It's a pity that the legs are too short

Reach!

Ter Stegen quickly got off the ground and held the ball firmly.

The stands behind the goal were the first to let out a regretful exclamation.

"It's dangerous!"

"Barcelona escaped."

'Eden Hazard almost got the shot on goal.'

"I hate to be short when I use my legs."

Hazard thumped the turf in frustration, and Pique put his arm under his armpit and lifted it hard.

Ter Stegen was holding the soccer ball and when he wanted to serve quickly, he suddenly stopped, waved his right hand, and directed the offensive player to stand.

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[Chelsea is really extravagant, sending two different types of top center forwards at the same time, the positional deterrence is really great. 】

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[Double ghost knocking on the door.] 】

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[It may be because of the combination of Li Kang + Kante + Cesc Fabregas that can do the work of four midfielders, so Tuchel let Diego Costa and Morata start at the same time. 】

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[Barcelona has improved, Valverde has been well adjusted this half season, come on, there is a chance to equalize next!] 】

"Messi's beard is so long, why don't you shave?"

"More and more like a gold miner."

"Let's see this attack from Barcelona!"

"With Messi as the axis, the formation of the red and blue team has been reduced to a narrow 3-4-3 in the advance."

"Alba moved forward."

'Rakitic went up front and pressed the two Chelsea centre-backs!'

"Suarez pulls the side!"

"Messi's tandem organization is like having a God's perspective!"

"The route of the pass is too reasonable!"

"Lead the team with a single core!"

"Harvey-style push!"

In the 30-meter area, Messi received a pass from his teammates again and began to walk to the right! Hasten! ”

"Barça's attack has picked up."

Valverde's expression began to get excited, and after so long in the first half, he was finally able to use the sudden change of formation to complete the advance.

The Chelsea players were able to settle down defensively with ease.

N'Golo Kante, David Luiz and Willian all three wrapped Messi at the same time.

Instead of grabbing easily, we build a narrow space.

Messi slows down.

The instep touches the ball.

The upper body is vertical.

One more slamming shoulder!

The Chelsea trio felt as if they had been electrocuted, their brains could keep up, but their bodies couldn't!

A surprising scene was born.

They didn't wait for the world's unparalleled peak ball king realm cadence.

Smack.

The trajectory of the soccer ball is like a small toothpick, passing through the cracks of people.

"Wonderful!"

"Messi in the midfield position is simply an artist!"

"Iniesta!"

After Messi split the ball, he accelerated to the middle.

There was another snap from the close-up sound equipment.

Iniesta didn't get tangled with Cesc Fabregas and touched the ball with one kick!

The ball flew lightly towards the top of the arc of the Chelsea penalty area!

Rakitic, who is in the form of a central striker, has leaned on Cahill with his back.

Li Kang did not assist in the defense, and quickly retreated to the penalty area to make up for the vacancy left by David Luiz.

I can't help prevent it.

Barcelona's attack is now based on Rakitic.

On the left side are the fat versions of Suarez and Dembele.

On the right is Messi.

Three finishing directions.

"It's still a touch of the ball."

"Three passes and two deliveries!"

"Rakitic handed the ball to Messi on the right!"

"It's coming!"

"Can you equalize?"

Messi received the ball and drove into the right side of the penalty area.

The football seemed to be glued to his feet.

Against the blue man in the Chelsea penalty area.

Lower the center of gravity.

Lean forward.

Sink your shoulders again.

Cadence pulled to the limit.

If a few months ago midfielder May was a half-step king, tonight's Messi is the all-time peak of attacking midfield.

Offensive tandem.

Get started.

Alone in Longtan.

One man turned the Blues' position upside down.

One person kills the entire line of defense.

The gods descended to earth.

At Stamford Bridge, the exclamations were like thunder before heavy rain.

"It's over!"

"Messi is gone!"

"It's gone again!"

"Messi!"

"Messi!"

Buffon was calm.

Broken steps quickly modify defensive positions.

With the translation of the Barcelona terminator, the prediction adjustment is constantly made.

He is about to face his toughest test since joining Chelsea.

Pity.

The brain can keep up.

The body can't keep up.

Messi has already dribbled to the bottom of the post.

Buffon felt a little overwhelmed and never kept up with the opposition's tempo and didn't have time to adjust to the best defensive selection.

What about people?

The Chelsea teammates who built the barrier defense line were all blown up by Messi!

Despair.

The icy despair completely enveloped the Italian youngster.

Suddenly.

A tall figure stood in front of him.

It's like a beam of light.

Maybe this moment is eternity.

Chelsea No.10 vs Barcelona No.10.

The breeze on the banks of Stamford Bridge blew the hems of their clothes.

Bang!

"Oops!"

"It's too late to see what's going on."

"Li Kang and Messi fell to the ground at the same time!"

"The referee's decision was a corner!"

"Judging by the slow-motion replay, there is no problem!"

Messi thumped the turf twice in frustration.

stood up and helped Li Kang up.

Then he reluctantly smoothed his hair, walked to the corner flag area, and halfway through, suddenly bent down and kept retching.

Buffon hugged the face of the Chelsea nucleus and slammed it.

Li Kang hurriedly dodged and wiped his face.

All he felt was that his brain was empty.

The phantom of Nesta in his vision stood proudly, roaring angrily,

The emotions that spread out of the madness were frustration and loss.

The other legendary phantoms were shattered one by one, turned into bits of stars, and integrated into Li Kang's body.

The six mythical beasts of London, prostrate weakly at his feet, the phantom of the cartoon image gradually drifting away with the wind.

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[King to king! 】

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[Destroying midfielder vs attacking midfielder. 】

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[Messi's shot was blocked, Li Kang cleared the siege to create a corner, who won in the end? ] 】

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[No one has won, no one has lost. 】

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[Messi's physical strength can't support this high-intensity kicking, and he will start the walking mode later. 】

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[Li Mingdeng's physical fitness is also problematic, the two seasons are getting higher and higher, running all over the field, sprinting consumes more physical energy, Chelsea should learn from Real Madrid, and some games can make Li Mingdeng like Bale as a nuclear weapon in the second half. 】

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[To be honest, if Barcelona's 400 million had not been bought indiscriminately, Valverde would have succeeded Enrique two years earlier, and the Champions League record would have been very good. 】

The Barcelona fans who accompanied the army on the expedition saw the hope of an equalizer.

“Messi!!!”

“Vamos Barca!!!”

“Forca Barca!!!”

Valverde disregarded his image, excitedly ripped off his tie and applauded vigorously.

Tuchel couldn't help but want to give a thumbs up to Messi and Li Kang.

Dino put away the small notebook and couldn't help but sigh:

"No matter how perfect the tactics are, it is difficult to stifle the play of superstars."

"Messi, who has successfully transformed, is too deterrent."

"Luckily, Barcelona only have one Messi now."

'Luckily, Chelsea have Lee!'

Minutes and seconds passed.

Neither side has achieved anything.

The LED scoreboard in mid-air, still stagnant at 1:0.

Blues fans were hooked: Except for Messi's divine descent, Barcelona could no longer play a decent attack, but like a turtle, cowering in the penalty area and besieged by Chelsea, if it were not for the help of the crossbar and the post, the tragedy would have been staged long ago.

Beep! Beep~

The referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half.

Li Kang and his teammates slowly walked off the pitch to the applause of the Blues fans.

'Andres Iniesta is about the same fitness and he can only play at a high intensity for about 65 minutes.

"Messi can't hit many times in high-intensity games."

"No one else can threaten our defenses."

"What affects the ceiling of this Barcelona team is fitness."

'As for any adjustment by Valverde, it can't decide the game.'

Fabregas was homesick, and after muttering a lot of words, he hugged his La Masia friends tightly in the passage.

Gianluigi Buffon was extremely excited, and all the tests he has faced in the past half a season have not been as dangerous as tonight.

He and his teammates described Li Kang's godly descent to earth.

Opening and closing your mouth is what "savior" and "father".

The crowd burst into laughter.

Chelsea dressing room.

Dino reviewed the offensive and defensive details of the first half.

Tuchel began to adjust his allocation of resources for the 45 minutes of the second half.

Especially the physical arrangement at different time points.

When to pick up the pace.

When to slow down the pace.

Every game, the Chelsea boss's deployment is different.

"Well, don't worry about the next Premier League opponent!"

"In the second half, the firepower is on fire!"

Li Kang lay on the massage chair, and Morata worked with the masseur to help him relax his leg muscles.

The system prompt sounded quietly.

You have collected a lot of faith power. 】

Barça dressing room.

'We can't be slaughtered by Chelsea again!'

"We are not defending a scoreline, we are defending the dignity of Barcelona!"

"They're not scary."

'The coaching staff across Europe has given a lot of advice to restrain this Chelsea team.

'We're not just looking for an equaliser.

"Reversal!"

'We're going to turn Chelsea around!'

Valverde's voice was not very loud, but it was full of power.

This power comes from Messi's heavenly gods.

The Barcelona players were suddenly shocked and their blood was boiling!

Messiaen sat quietly in her chair, thoughtful.

wish

Hopefully tonight will be the last meeting with Chelsea this season.

The fifteen-minute break ended quickly.

Accompanied by deafening cheers.

Players from both sides are back on the pitch!

“CTV5! CTV5! Good evening, audience friends, and welcome back! ”

"Now you're streaming the final round of Group C of the 2017/18 Champions League group stage."

'The second half of Chelsea against Barcelona!'

"The score is 1:0 for the time being."

"The managers of both sides have not made any substitutions for the time being."

Beep!

Accompanied by a whistle from the referee.

The competition has officially begun.

Chelsea possession.

Diego Costa kicks off and passes back to Li Kang.

The unstoppable blue storm began to coalesce.

The Barcelona formation retreated steadily.

After a few passes of football, Li Kang had just crossed the centre circle and received a pass from N'Golo Kante.

Start sprinting!

"It's coming!"

"Chelsea speed up overall!"

"Hey!"

"Rakitic hugged Li Kang!"

"Interrupt the rhythm of the opponent's attack."

Slow-motion playback.

Rakitic put his arm around Li Kang's waist.

The two staggered and fell to the turf.

The referee blows the whistle.

A gentle verbal warning to the Barcelona super-sappers.

Rakitic embarrassedly picked up Li Kang.

'Chelsea should take advantage of this opportunity to take a quick free-kick!'

"Huh?"

"What are you thinking?"

"The place of the foul is forty meters from the goal! Can you still hit the door directly? ”

Li Kang stands in front of the penalty spot.

He suddenly wanted to try.

It's not impossible for David Luis and William to look at each other.

But under the premise that the opposing goalkeeper - Ter Stegen is prepared, it is impossible to hoist the ball into the Barcelona gate.

Sidelines.

Dino wanted to say something.

Tuchel waved his hand: "Listen to Lee." ”

The little assistant teacher hurriedly echoed: "Boss, I'm the same as you think." ”

The other side.

Valverde frowned and muttered: "Chelsea must be delaying the game. ”

Ter Stegen and the Barcelona defenders were a little confused.

Hurriedly lined up a "decentralized, wide-spaced" human wall.

Not to be taken lightly.

In case Li Kang blasts out some "Carlos-style super heavy artillery", wouldn't we be going to become a background board for classics to be passed on forever.

Chelsea captain Gary Cahill also motioned for his team-mates to distance themselves.

"Don't interfere with Lee's free-kick!"

"No, it won't!"

"Li Kang doesn't really want to shoot in this position!"

"Barcelona fans in front of the TV don't have to worry about delays."

"This season, UEFA is a big advocate of netting time!"

The narrator suddenly realized that there was something wrong with this sentence.

Extended stoppage time.

Barcelona is also going to be beaten.

[Blue Angel (Legend Module) triggers.] 】

[All the power of faith has been consumed!] 】

【Energy Representation】

The night breeze blows the black hair and blue clothes.

In Li Kang's field of vision, a blue phantom gradually condensed.

Bayer Leverkusen 10.

Calhanoglu!

'North Rhine, your king, is back! ’

It's not deliberately out of context, it's too late, it's too sleepy.

(End of chapter)