Chapter 464: Charging (Daily Transition)

Li Kang helped his forehead.

Half a season, after a fierce battle, there is not much shadow energy left in the brain.

Suddenly there was a burst of cheers on the TV:

The BBC commentator frantically shouted "Guoguo Guo~!" ”

Borussia Dortmund equalised.

Enrique angrily slammed the bottle of mineral water.

Royce slips on his knees in celebration. Fell.

Falf raised his arms, and after not taking a few steps, he suddenly covered his left calf in pain. It's not the first time the 60-year-old master tactician has been injured in the celebration.

Li Kang turned off the TV, picked up his mobile phone, and replied to the messages sent by relatives and friends one by one.

Nothing major happened.

It's just that Worrall was shelled.

He recently proposed to the German Football Association: "German football is sick, the first division must give more opportunities for local strikers, and I want the top scorers in the Bundesliga to be homegrown." ”

This remark immediately caused dissatisfaction among the fans: sick? We were the last World Cup winners!

Many media outlets have also dug up a series of racist acts against blacks when Worrall was young, calling him a "narrow nationalist".

Li Kang doesn't care if German football is sick or not.

He retweeted a "support Worrall" post on social media and liked it.

Mr. Golden Ball's fart will attract the attention of the whole network.

Gradually.

Public opinion in German football began to show a reversal: "Worrall's wife is Roman, his two sons are Italians, and the Mr. Golden Ball he has cultivated is of Chinese descent, how can he be a narrow nationalist!" ”

A few minutes later.

Li Kang finished browsing the information of several girls before turning off the phone and going to sleep.

As for "The Soul of Red and Blue" forwarded by Messi, he still didn't watch it.

It's night.

News about the knockout round of 16 of the Champions League quickly dominated the headlines of major sports media.

The unfading blue, Chelsea storms the Parc des Princes. 》

"Unstoppable Barcelona, Liverpool defeated Camp Nou. 》

"The long road in the post-Wenger era, the Gunners led twice, the Hornets equalised twice, and the Stadium of the Emirates held a draw. 》

Super Saiyan! The Hays Giants trampled Old Trafford. 》

The number of likes, retweets and comments has skyrocketed.

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[Enrique, you fool, my four strings are worse than Arsenal, this can be drawn by Dortmund? 】

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[Steady as a Li Ming lantern, it can't save the skewers that contain Enrique. 】

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[Enrique's set-piece level is very high, and the on-the-spot command after the team takes the lead is prone to decision-making errors. 】

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[It's a pity, whenever I see Neymar and Mbappe lose to the CP, I feel distressed. 】

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【What heavy taste?】 I still prefer to watch Courtois and De Bruyne and look forward to their "double sword" at the 2018 World Cup. 】

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[Bayern is awesome. 】

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[Li Mingdeng is awesome. 】

Early the next morning.

The Chelsea crowd flew back to London.

Diego Costa wore headphones and smirked.

"The real reason why Courtois cuckolded De Bruyne?"

"Belgian grudges."

N'Golo Kante subconsciously shifted his ass away from the curious Blues centre-forward.

Morata and Li Kang excitedly gestured: if he could play, how easy the game would be.

Buffon wanted to tell a joke, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

After racking his brains, he decided he didn't want to.

Enjoy the last few years of your career.

Time is gone, and there is no return.

Chelsea have a tight schedule ahead of them.

The weekend's Premier League breakday hosts Arsenal.

The second leg of the Champions League round of 16 knockout round in the middle of next week will host Paris Saint-Germain.

There was also an FA Cup in between.

Stamford Bridge.

Dino had just approached Abu's luxurious office.

was questioned by a split-face.

"How can you make Lee so tired, he rotates too few games, and you have to play a full 90 minutes for a team like Oxford?"

Dino looked helpless.

Want Abu not to meddle in the club's affairs? No way.

Coaching staff have learned the lesson: don't contradict, listen patiently.

Meanwhile.

Li Kang and his assistant rushed to Gelsenkirchen non-stop.

Ms. Sandra greeted her warmly.

No longer a professional smile, the tone is sincere:

"Worrall is a big hero for our German team, how can he be stigmatized."

"Lee, thank you for coming forward."

Worrall was the leading scorer of the German team when he was young, and contributed wonderful goals in the semi-finals and finals of the 1986 World Cup. Enchanted by it.

But so.

There are also fans who call him the king of fake falls.

1990 World Cup final, Federal Republic of Germany vs Argentina.

The Battle of Tennoyama.

Decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City.

Some people say that Argentina is a remnant and has lost two attackers, but in the actual game, the performance of the rotation players also gave hope to the Pampas fans.

The start of the game was a little subtle.

Worrall became the most dazzling presence in the field, covering the light of the "troika" and "ball king" Maradona.

He broke the Argentine defenders in position, successfully counter-attacked and created chances many times, six shots on goal, twice faced the goalkeeper, and even Grandma Ibrahimovic could kick the ball, he jerked off all of them.

Angry head coach Beckenbauer untied his tie.

The 85th minute of the game.

Worrall went down in the box to secure a penalty for the Federal Republic of Germany.

Bremer made it all in one fell swoop and sealed the win!

Maradona shed tears in the city of Rome.

The Federal Republic of Germany eventually won the World Cup.

It was also the last time they lifted the Hercules Cup, as a few months later, East and West Germany were officially merged.

Didn't say hello for long.

Li Kang, under the guidance of the staff, went to the studio.

The bearded director was extremely excited.

"Lee, my Mr. Golden Ball, I haven't seen you for almost half a year!"

As he spoke, he couldn't wait to bring out a few Chelsea home and away shirts.

Li Kang took the pen and skillfully signed his name.

The bearded director hurriedly stuffed the jersey back into the backpack next to the small stool.

"Let's hurry, time is money!"

It's easy to shoot an advertisement.

Li Kang took Feltins' new winter beer and took a few poses.

"Turn around!"

"Like a Golden Globe winner, I picked up my beer and turned around slowly."

"yes, that's how it feels!"

"Leave the rest to the later stage!"

"The final shot is Mr. Golden Globe carrying a beer and slowly turning around from the top of the tower, overlooking Europe."

The bearded director had a serious expression and directly copied the script of "French Football".

Anyway, the French didn't dare to take the Germans how!

Filming is stress-free.

Li Kang only changed his outfit once.

Two hours later.

Li Kang took the elevator to the meeting room of Feltings.

The assistant graciously pulled out a soccer ball from the suitcase and signaled that Li Kang went to Claudia's office.

He sat on the couch and began to bargain with Ms. Sandra over the advertisement.

Mr. Golden Ball's endorsement must be added.

Even if he became Feltins' son-in-law one day, he would have to add money.

Li Kang met Claudia.

I haven't seen her for more than half a year, and the German girl has gained a little fatter, her complexion is ruddy, and her hair is shiny.

He handed the ball over.

It is a commemorative ball for the completion of the "hat trick" in the world preliminaries.

When a person's body is good, his mood will also be good.

Claudia smiled and took the soccer ball and held it in her arms.

Behind the display cabinet window, a dazzling array of handicrafts and commemorative balls.

Night falls.

Li Kang and his assistant returned to London non-stop.

Energizing.

(End of chapter)