Chapter 149 How come Spains No. 6 is so much better than Leverkusens No. 10?
Chapter 149 How come Spain’s No. 6 is so much better than Leverkusen’s No. 10?
"Good evening, viewers, and welcome back."
"Players from both sides returned to the field."
"At the end of the first half, the Spanish team took the lead."
"Neither coach made any substitutions during the half-time break."
"Let us wait and see what kind of tactical changes there will be in the second half!"
Beep!
Accompanied by the referee's whistle.
The second half of the game officially begins.
Brazil has the ball.
Hulk hit Jonas with a kick.
Jonas's life experience is very fantasy, and it belongs to the kind of plot that "movies dare not shoot like that, and novels dare not write like that".
He was originally a college student majoring in pharmacology.
By chance, when I was 20 years old, I participated in a trial training with a club in Brazil's second division.
From then on, we reach the pinnacle of life.
After landing in Europe, he also scored the second fastest goal in the history of the Champions League!
The opponent is Bayer Leverkusen.
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Hulk twisted his big butt and rushed towards the Spanish team's half.
Jonas passes the ball back to Casemiro.
Real Madrid's defensive midfielder is very tired in the national team and has to shoulder the task of organizing and linking up.
The Brazilian team's midfielders and frontcourt players sprinted wildly.
Boom!
Casemiro tilted his body and sent a powerful long pass.
The football flew to the right wing of the Spanish team's half.
Willian, who got into position early, held Alba on his back and stopped the ball on his chest.
Cork's defense was timely.
You can steal the ball with just a glance.
A stocky figure emerged.
Alves!
He displays dexterity and agility that contrast greatly with his appearance.
The inside of his right foot pushed the ball first, allowing Cork to miss it.
He took advantage of the trend with his left foot and started sprinting down the wing.
"pretty!"
"Some Spanish fans couldn't help but cheer, because Alves was once a hero of this city."
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Dunga danced and commanded his team members to attack aggressively.
The Brazilian team is advancing faster and faster on the left.
Neymar and Willian switch positions.
Hulk pulled Pique.
In an instant, they had invaded the heart of the Spanish team.
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Alves soon encountered an interception from Ramos.
Not much eye contact.
The Brazilian full-back decisively hit the center.
Neymar stepped on the ball steadily.
Cork has already returned to defense.
He was once the most intelligent offensive player in Atletico Madrid's youth training. After being trained by Simeone, he raised the upper limit of his defensive interception ability.
"Koke's prediction of blocking position is very accurate and he is not in a hurry to steal."
"He's waiting for Neymar to fake it."
"The two sides have competed many times in La Liga and are very familiar with each other."
...
Neymar slows down a bit.
The crotch swayed slightly.
Cork was unmoved.
He is like a patient hunter, waiting for his opponent's weakest link of action.
Snapped!
Neymar makes a small hop with his left foot.
Cork decisively leans to the left!
At the moment of reaction.
Neymar actually completed an incredible move in the blink of an eye!
Push the ball diagonally to the right with the outside of your right foot.
The whole person rushed by!
Cork lost his center of gravity and was knocked to the ground!
"Wonderful jumping feint!"
"Terrifying rhythm, terrifying combination of man and ball! Simple and efficient!"
"Neymar never plays tricks when the score is behind!"
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During this period, Neymar's explosive speed was underestimated by the world.
He seemed to be the water flowing through the river bank.
Let the Brazilian team's offense open up the situation!
Willian, Marcelo, and Coutinho quietly opened up the width while running forward.
Spain's defense is facing a formidable enemy.
Even if Five-Star Samba declines, the impact of the attack group is not bad.
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At Juan Stadium, the boos from the stands on all sides became louder and louder.
Fans in the city of Seville dislike Neymar very much.
Courtside.
Mignano was shaking with nervousness and clutched the tactical board tightly.
Del Bosque sat on the coaching bench, calm and calm.
Dunga gestured wildly on the sidelines, signaling David Luiz on the back line to press forward too!
....
Peake is still struggling with Hulk's big ass.
Busquets blocked Neymar's path.
The two Barcelona teammates understand each other's characteristics very well.
Neymar tries to pass the ball to Marcelo.
However, he realized that the passing connection was intercepted by Ramos.
But that's okay.
The Samba superstar has the ability to deal with the Barcelona midfielder in front of him.
If you want to break through Busquets, you just need to slow down the pace...
Unless that guy Li Kang...
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Busquets has a headache.
He can't just guard Neymar who doesn't play tricks.
After the two went through a complicated psychological game.
He was shaken away by the other party!
From the audience's perspective.
The Spanish midfielder is like a fool standing still.
The samba genius completed a freehand pole-circling exercise.
"oops."
"The Brazilian team's offensive space is out!"
“Excellent opportunity!”
...
Boom!
The moment Neymar breaks through the defense.
The ball hasn't been stopped yet.
A black-haired figure, as fast as a tiger, rushed towards me.
The Samba genius couldn't help but shudder, seeming to recall the good moments at Camp Nou.
The football rolling at high speed was cut off.
Li Kang and Neymar collided!
The latter fell heavily to the turf.
The whole place was in an uproar!
"The timing of the interception was perfect!"
"Li Kang stopped Neymar's upheaval in the defense!"
"Oh! The reason why Busquets is motionless must be to provide protective defensive interference for Li Kang!"
"The moment Neymar completes his escape, the connection of movements will enter a vacuum period."
"This is the opportunity Li Kang has been waiting for!"
....
Neymar was rolling on the turf in pain.
The referee made no comment.
Dunga quickly turned around and approached the linesman to protest angrily.
The Brazilian team's formation quickly retreated.
Can you make it?
It's too late.
...
Nesta's red and black soul dissipated.
Ronaldinho's shadow suddenly appeared.
The football left Li Kang's left foot.
Swirling violently in mid-air.
Drawing a strange arc, bypassing the heads of Casemiro and David Luiz!
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David Silva unloaded the ball calmly without any interference.
All members of the Brazilian team were stunned.
What kind of pass is this?
"Devil's low and long pass!"
"The placement is so accurate!"
"The Spanish team's offensive is coming again!"
....
The Brazilian team's formation is in chaos.
The consequence of pressing forward with the entire army is to leave your own half empty.
After David Silva caught the ball, he turned around and started blasting!
"Single sword!"
"Oops, it's too slow!"
...
Does Brazil still have a savior?
Yes, I have!
Thiago Silva!
The "World's First Guard" in active service!
He calmly blocked the forward path of the Blue Moon Magician, maintaining a subtle gap and strangling the opponent's ball path.
Perfect.
Textbook-style defense against a single sword.
'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 there.
Between the two, they stop and retreat.
The space for passing the ball is now available!
"Hey! Why did you stop? What a waste of an excellent offensive opportunity!"
"This is a negative teaching material like a textbook!"
"A big no-no!"
"pretty!"
"David Silva knows that he has no speed advantage, so he just waits for his teammates to move forward!"
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The Brazilian team's defense is very fast!
David Silva's pause attracted multiple players to double-team.
The ball is about to be lost!
There was a crisp snap!
The football flies out of the crowd!
Cross to the middle with precision!
Iniesta, who was unmarked, moved forward into position.
One touch of the ball!
The trajectory of football has been changed again!
Flying to the left front!
Cazorla is here!
Balance your feet!
Powerful!
....
Juan Stadium is bustling with people!
Mignano shouted excitedly: "We don't run fast! But we pass the ball fast!"
Bosque smiled and nodded: "Well, even the counterattack is so gorgeous."
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No one can stop Cazorla!
Unless the little-known Brazilian goalkeeper is cheating.
Arsenal's midfield maestro can't even remember Alisson's name.
"Single sword!"
"This is the real single sword!"
"Cazorla's short-distance explosive power is unparalleled!"
Not very explosive over long distances.
Alisson thinks so.
He did a lot of homework before the game and complemented the characteristics of every midfielder and frontcourt player in the Spanish team.
You can roughly judge the opponent's speed and ball contact rhythm in your mind.
The Brazilian goalkeeper strikes decisively!
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At the top of the penalty area.
It was as if the entire spotlight was shining only on Cazorla and Alisson.
One is tall and one is short.
One big and one small.
One step forward and one step back.
No one could have guessed the torturous psychological game the two went through.
"Can't you stand up yet?"
"There is no shooting angle!"
"Hey? What's going on with the return message?"
"There is never a forward!"
Alisson was about to resolve the one-on-one attack and save the ball.
The slender and graceful leg in sight stepped in front of the football.
Snapped!
Cazorla's heel knocked hard.
The football rolled lightly to the back.
The Brazilian goalkeeper was stunned.
All the viewers were confused.
Single pass back?
What are you doing?
Even if Morata was present, he wouldn't make such a showy move, would he?
Dunga was overjoyed.
Mignano looked confused.
Bosque raised his fists high!
....
The lens is slightly extended.
Spain No. 6, coming into the wind.
The sadness and joy of Juan Stadium were reversed at this moment.
In Li Kang's field of vision, a shadow wearing a red No. 7 jersey appeared.
Raul.
A sword seals the throat.
...
In the eyes of everyone present.
Li Kang tilted his body.
The right foot is slightly bent.
Rub your left foot gently.
Accompanied by a crisp sound.
The football lifted off the ground.
Easily lobbed towards Brazil's goal.
Alisson retreated sharply, trying to resolve the danger.
That's not the height he can reach when he takes off.
The chance to save is at the goal line.
Only by rushing there can you have the last chance of survival.
pity.
The falling arc of a football.
All hope was extinguished.
The Brazilian team's net was lifted again.
Alisson faced the goal and knelt down.
2:0!!!
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“Immaculate parabola!”
“So imaginative!”
"Indescribable tacit cooperation!"
"Flawless cumshot!"
"The ultimate use of local space!"
"A gorgeous counterattack without a front line!"
"You will never imagine what extraordinary behavior these magicians will do on the green field!"
"This generation of Spanish No. 6 feels so strange!"
"Cazorla assisted, Li Kang scored with a lob, and the Spanish team expanded its lead!"
"The tacit understanding between them must have gone through thousands of difficult runs before they created such a wonderful collaboration."
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Studio.
The barrage is like a waterfall.
-【Back! I feel everything is back!】
-[Spain No. 6, is it considered T0? The fit with the core of Arsenal and Manchester City is amazing!]
-[Busquets’ standing defense creates opportunities for Li Kang to steal, and his tacit understanding is also very high.]
-[Yes, yes! After all, Xiao Li Zi is our child from La Masia. During the attack, Xiao Bai’s transitional pass was amazing! 】
-[Spain No. 6 is better than Leverkusen No. 10, right? 】
- [Top old man, look good and study hard, don’t let Xiao Li play so hard when he returns to the club!]
-[There is nothing I can do, where can Leverkusen find Cazorla and David Silva?]
-[If he continues like this, Li Mingdeng will be the first yellow man to win the World Cup sooner or later!]
-[The whole world still doesn’t understand how to use Li Kang.]
-[By the time the experts figure it out, Li Kang has retired. It’s not that complicated, just release him!]
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Cazorla turned around and excitedly made a "pistol" gesture with Li Kang.
David Silva rushed forward and hugged him vigorously.
Iniesta put his hands on his hips, gasping for air and smiling widely.
Teammates gathered around Li Kang and took turns high-fiving.
The home fans cheered wildly.
Everyone was immersed in joy.
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Courtside.
Mignano said excitedly: "Boss, we are two goals ahead. Do you want to replace Li?"
Bosque looked up at the time on the LED screen and said with a smile: "Don't worry, let them slow down the pace a little and treat it as a practice match."
The other side.
Dunga kicked the coaching bench angrily.
The Brazilian substitutes did not dare to say anything.
"Rose! What a bunch of losers!"
...
The football is placed back on the center line.
The fourth official held up the LED number plate.
"The Brazilian team needs to make two substitutions!"
"Paulinho, from the southern giants of the Chinese Super League, replaced Casemiro."
"Augusto from the northern team of the Chinese Super League replaced Jonas."
"These two adjustments should be to strengthen the midfielder's hardness...right?"
Dunga was talking loudly and gesticulating towards the second Chinese Super League general.
Paulinho and Augusto are the most ideal configuration for his "civilian Brazil".
....
The game continues.
Hulk hit Neymar with the kick.
The latter touched the ball and passed it back to Augusto.
This midfielder obviously has not adapted to the local climate in Seville.
Facing the menacing Cazorla.
His release speed was half a beat slower.
The Arsenal master stole the ball easily.
"Oh, this ball was thrown too casually!"
"Spain's gorgeous offensive is coming again...why is it slowing down?"
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The Brazilian team's formation quickly retreated.
After Cazorla got rid of the opponent's counterattack, he passed the ball back to Li Kang.
Spain's No. 6 made a gesture.
Teammates understand it.
The rhythm of the game is just like the Chinese Super League.
It dampened the enthusiasm of the fans in the stands.
Juan Stadium gradually became quiet as the football slowly passed.
"Why did you start walking?"
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Augusto and Paulinho have very good physical strength.
They called on their teammates and launched a crazy pressure in the frontcourt.
But I just couldn't get the ball.
In this generation of Spanish midfielders, everyone's ability to escape from the spot, vision, ball control, and passing are almost perfect.
Only Li Kang runs in a wide range of the field. No matter which area of the green field he is on, he can always form a "triangular" passing space with his two teammates.
The Brazilian players, pressing to no avail, gradually became desperate.
"Core kicking!"
"After tactical adjustments, 18-year-old Li Kang turned out to be the midfield leader of this Spanish team!"
"Broad field of vision, natural movement! The ball route is calculated like AI!"
"He is a matador with a sword and a red cloth!"
“He is God’s gift to the Iberian Peninsula!”
"Football is very simple, but playing simple football is difficult."
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Courtside.
Mignano looked at his backcourt and said: "Boss, should we replace De Gea?"