The draw ceremony is over.

Representatives of the players took to the main stage and took a group photo.

Click.

Ronaldo smoothed the hem of his suit, looked at Li Kang beside him, and said in a serious tone: "See you at the World Championship." ”

He immediately returned to his normal height and walked off the stage.

Seeing this, Pjanic couldn't help but put his toes on his toes.

The annual Legends Showdown is once again staged.

Li Kang thought for a moment.

Although the intensity of last year's World Championship was very low, all kinds of legendary modules were about to come out, and I almost hollowed out my body.

UEFA, Garden Dinner.

On the shores of Lake Geneva.

The lake at night is like a painting, and the moon and stars are quietly woven on this picture.

The evening breeze blew and sparkled ripples.

Like a gentle and lively little girl.

Little girl?

There is no little girl around Li Kang.

There is only one big bald head.

Zidane was pulling him to talk about the details of the World Championship.

The French legend unfolded a piece of scratch paper, his tone full of anticipation.

"You're still playing in the left half."

"Pass me the internal rotation arc, no matter how strong it is, it's fine, I can unload it."

"I can see you, no matter how you run, I can see you."

"We don't need to close the gap to support each other."

"Yes, I'll pass these two people, pass the ball to you, and you will pass the rest of the people."

Li Kang nodded seriously.

The likes of Thomas Tuchel and Pjanic listened in bewilderment: they almost thought that two generations of legendary midfielders were discussing the game.

It's night.

The official FIFA website has updated the news of European legends vs South American legends.

The final cover is out.

Li Kang VS Messi.

Behind the two stood countless black shadows that made fans feel déjà vu.

The number of comments, likes, and retweets has skyrocketed.

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[The European team is led by Beckenbauer this year, and the South American team is led by Maradona this year. 】

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[Do you need to talk about the results?] Bei Huang has won the World Cup with half of the German team, and he is at the level of coaching. 】

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[Maradona has the temperament of a leader! 】

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[It's hard to say in this game, last year's European team had Li Minglantern, and it was only a small victory. 】

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[The attention is too high, and the competition scene must be wide open and closed, so that more and more donations will be raised.] 】

Three days later.

Wembley Stadium.

Fans from all over the world, holding high the memories of their youth.

The DJ shouted familiar names over the radio, and he was greeted by a landslide and tsunami cheers.

Bench for the European team.

Li Kang wore a jacket with the charity logo printed on it.

Beckenbauer didn't seem to care about the game, sitting in the coach's seat and chatting with the juniors.

"Lee, if the rules for the goalkeeper to return the pass have not been changed, you will be exactly the same as when I was younger."

Assistant coach Van Gaal nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes!" ”

The story about football is created if you want to portray the protagonist as a "Beckenbauer-esque" free man. It is necessary to consider the times and rules.

In 1992, FIFA revised the rules for the goalkeeper to return the ball, not only affecting the goalkeeper's position, but also affecting other positions and the overall formation structure like dominoes, causing a series of chain reactions.

"Beckenbauer-esque" free men after 1992? It's all fake.

Superman, who wears underwear, can't fight against the rules.

Angry at his own goalkeeper.

Either the opponent is in the "penalty area" unlimited free kick.

Either the last line of defense is easily crushed by the opposite side.

Of course, if Beckenbauer had been born in this era, he might have started a new genre, after all, he was the football emperor who overturned his own head coach and used God's perspective to deconstruct and analyze the weaknesses of "all offense and defense" in the World Cup final.

The other side.

Maradona had a big belly, danced with his hands, and loudly encouraged his juniors.

"Pass the ball more to Messi and Ronaldinho!"

"Don't squeeze the space for Kaka."

"Damn, my feet itch."

A moment later.

The starters followed the referee in order.

Wembley Stadium is boiling again.

Fans shouted hoarsely about their idols and their lost youth.

“ESPN！ ESPN！ Good evening, audience friends. ”

"Welcome to the 2nd FIFA World Legends Charity Tournament 2018."

"It's not a friendly game."

"The pinnacle superstars are facing each other on the same stage, a passionate visual feast!"

With the success of the first edition of the matchup, FIFA is determined to make the tournament a premium charity brand, with everything but physical confrontation and net play time trying to be close to the mainstream leagues.

"Here's a look at the starting line-ups for both sides."

"The formation of the European legend is 4-3-3!"

"Goalkeeper: Manuel Neuer."

"Defenders: Maldini, Nesta, Cannavaro, Lahm."

'Midfielders: Xavi, Pirlo, Zidane.

"Forwards: Cristiano Ronaldo, Robin van Persie, Wayne Rooney."

"Also on the bench were Inzaghi, Figo, Klose, Li Kang, Kahn, Shepchenko. And so on fourteen stars. ”

ESPN Live Room.

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[What the hell is this front? Will there be a fight? 】

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[The midfield was not hard enough, and it was blasted by the South American magic ensemble every minute. 】

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[Neuer follows this line of defense. The style is completely contradictory. 】

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[I'm on the European team, can I still withdraw Happy Beans now?] 】

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[Bei Huang must be releasing water! ] It's just a game of legends anyway. 】

"The South American legend is in a 4-3-3 formation!"

"Goalkeeper: Alisson."

'Defenders: Cafu, Thiago Silva, Mina, Carlos.

'Midfielders: Kaka, Mascherano, Ronaldinho.'

"Forwards: Messi, Suarez, Neymar."

The barrage exploded.

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What the hell? The South American Trident MSN is back together! 】

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[Lao Ma is impartial and selfless, and a large number of Brazilians are enabled. 】

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[The key is: Behind MSN are Kaka and Xiao Luo, and the two of them are also very strong in passing and making the ball, and then cooperate with the wing double cards inserted in the wings]

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[Let me be the head coach of the South American team, I can win!] 】

Li Kang sat on the bench, and Beckenbauer's chatter became quieter and quieter.

A mechanically cold synthesized sound sounded in my head.

[Ding, Quest Trigger: Wembley Miracle.] 】

[Brief Description: This is an extremely difficult legendary match. 】

[Reward: World Legend: Bronze Chest.] 】

Beep!

Accompanied by a whistle from the referee.

The competition has officially begun.

Suarez kicks off and passes back to Mascherano.

A little unaccustomed.

During the time when the two played for Barcelona at the same time, the pony was forced into the central defensive position by Enrique.

The European team's midfield quickly launched high pressing, and before he could run a few steps, he had to quickly fold back to defence.

"I can't press it."

"I still have to oppress, and I can't prevent it."

"Carlos, wow, you can still rush! The physical fitness is too strong. ”

The short, stocky figure didn't go far.

Decisively gave the ball to Xiao Luo.

Syllable.

The ball left the right foot of the samba elf.

A graceful trajectory was drawn in mid-air.

Forty-meter area of the half-court.

Kaka unloads the ball in style.

The route of the sprint has already been planned in mind.

Stomp the turf.

Fast as the wind.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse!"

"Sassy."

The narrator has not finished reading the words yet.

Kaka has completed the path of the optimal solution.

Andrea Pirlo and Xavi were too late to complete the assistive pack. Football has turned into a sharp blade that has pierced the midfield barrier of the European team.

"Kaka's straight stopper!"

"Neuer's position was very forward and the timing of the attack squeezed Cannavaro's lateral movement."

"It's not appropriate."

"Suarez!"

Nesta made up the defence in time.

Suarez, who ran in an arc, stopped sideways at the top of the arc of the big penalty area.

The ball was dotted on the outside of his instep.

Gently jump to the right side of the penalty area.

Messi got past Lahm, offloaded the ball, picked up speed and wiped into the box.

"There it is!"

"Neuer's turnaround is fast, seal the near angle first"

"After the point. Neymar! ”

"That's not right!"

"Messi is going to pass the ball to Ronaldo, who is inserted!"

"Inverted triangle!"

The smiling ponytail is on the right side near the top of the arc of the big forbidden area, swinging his legs in place.

Syllable!

The soccer ball kicked off a few grass clippings and spun violently in mid-air in the Europa penalty area.

Eerie arcs.

Like a demon minions.

Neuer gave his all and leapt towards the far post.

Still couldn't stop the goal.

0:1！！！

"Beautiful!"

"The ball is in!"

"Ronaldinho's curling shot!"

"Assist from Messi!"

"This pair of red and blue inheritances are connected again after many years!"

"Nesta is still old, and he doesn't have time to complete the block."

Wembley Stadium.

Applause.

Xiao Luo turned his back to Messi, turned his head and raised his hand, and motioned for Messi to jump up.

Messi hesitated.

Xiao Luo smiled brightly: The little brother of the past has grown up after all

He just wanted to straighten his back. A gentle weight suddenly hit the back.

“Ronaldinho！！！”

“Messi！！！”

It's a Legends after all.

The European backline was not too discouraged.

Nesta and Maldini still gave the German goalkeeper a thumbs up.

Cannavaro and Neuer communicated amicably about the "congestion of defensive space".

Neuer looked at the bench with a sad look in his eyes: MSN is offered on the other side, why don't you let me enjoy the warmth of De Gea, Buffon, Cech, and Leno?

Zidane is also encouraging everyone.

As for the front trident.

Ronaldo did not speak, and his eyes became more and more resolute.

Lu Xiaopang shook his big belly, looked at Van Persie expectantly, and said, "If I score later, you can carry me too!" ”

Dutch Shenfeng looked disgusted: "I can't carry you." ”

Live room.

The barrage is like a waterfall.

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[Xiao Luo back Messi, a classic painting. 】

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[Nesta and Maldini's realizations are in place, but the speed of the explosion is a little bit out of track.] 】

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[Kaka's lethal pass is very strong, and his footwork is exquisite, but at his peak he is overshadowed by his other abilities, whether in Milan or Real Madrid, it is often opened up by other players. 】

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[If you want me to say, the European team still has not enough hardness in the midfield, and it is penetrated all at once, allowing the defenders to face the South American attackers directly, which is also the reason why Neuer and Cannavaro interfere with each other. 】

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【Legend Race, don't worry. A big change of blood in minutes brought the score back. 】

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[You're wrong, there are only three substitutions in this legendary match, and everything is on par with the standards of the mainstream leagues.] 】

Sidelines.

Maradona raised his fists in excitement and danced at Beckenbauer.

That's the kind of character he is.

Even if it's a legend, I like to win and don't want to lose.

The other side.

Beckenbauer lifted the frame of his gold-rimmed glasses, smiled and applauded.

Van Gaal's face turned red, as if he was leading the team in the Champions League final, clenching his chubby fists: "No, if we continue to play like this, we may be bloodied by the South American team. It's a tough race! ”

(End of chapter)