Wembley Stadium roared.

Legendary names echoed in the night sky. The camera occasionally focused on Europe's coach, Van Gaal, pacing back and forth anxiously, his face flushed. Beckenbauer leisurely told Lee Kang stories.

"I once set the record for most goals conceded by a Bundesliga champion. I performed a special hat-trick, including scoring two goals against my own team. Even in my prime, I lost 0-6 to Offenbach and 1-7 to Schalke 04. I thought I had grown from my failures, but before leaving Europe, I experienced another 0-7 massacre by Schalke 04."

The world of football is so wonderful. Chubby arms lifted him up during a dead ball situation.

Ding Shu raised his right foot behind his back, heavily flicking the falling soccer ball.

"Pass to Zidane!" The falling soccer ball lost its gentleness, filled with a violent aura, and aggressively attacked the South American team's small goal.

"Lee!!!"

Bauer accelerated backward. Maldini threw the ball into the field without hesitation. "A conversation between two generations of Gunners, separated by time."

The South American team's net was raised low. Raising his right foot in an instant.

Messi wasn't stunned, but scratched his head helplessly. On the other side, "Elegant steps."

The European legends understood each other.

A tall figure appeared there, then turned and accelerated, shaking off two samba legends who weren't good at defense. The fans felt a sense of happiness they couldn't describe: saying goodbye to generations of legends, but Bauer could still run on the green field for many, many years.

-[The ball control of continuous dodging… the shifting of the center of gravity, so abnormal.] Maradona was stunned, his eyes wide open.

Didn't jump for long. "Oh? So we're three goals behind? I'll go warm up quickly!"

Maradona was immersed in the joy of leading by three goals and hadn't noticed the small moment that had occurred.

"Marseille turn."

The game continued. "There's still hope."

"The game still has suspense."

Applause thundered. "C Ronaldo passed on his leadership qualities and indomitable fighting spirit to Bauer."

"Youngster Lee Kang, replaces C Ronaldo!"

Empty step back hook.

It exploded.

Wembley quickly recovered from its excitement and looked at Bauer with disbelief. The commentator's tone also became excited.

"Inheritance."

After a high-five and hug.

-[Messi is stunned, Bauer faces msn + two Samba superstars alone.] Attacking the left and switching to the right, and the man passes too.

Wembley Stadium exploded. He slowed down a bit and roared at Mascherano and the midfielders, "Be serious, that kid is the Cruyff of this era!"

He didn't leave the field nearby but ran to the sidelines to complete the substitution procedure. "Golden right foot."

Thiago Silva felt bitter inside. He couldn't stop Lee in the Champions League a while ago, and now he had to be ravaged by him again in the Legends game. Two seconds later, he was like a high tower in the backfield.

Coaching area.

Rooney was the first to rush to Ding Shu's side. Difficult?

No stopping.

The soccer ball left the ground and spun violently in mid-air, instantly tearing apart the South American team's defense, falling directly to the right side of the penalty area.

"Seven players combined to pull back a goal!

The fourth official stood on the sideline outside the center circle, holding up the LED substitution number plate. The audience couldn't help but have a hallucination: the kid brought his own background music as soon as he got the ball. -[I read Ferguson's autobiography. In those years, the Manchester United midfielder with the best passing ability also found it difficult to grasp Wembley's running position… Bauer is too awesome, and it's a back pass!

Van Persie's eyes were dull, and his mouth was still mumbling about difficulty, difficulty. The light green glove touched the soccer ball but couldn't change its trajectory!

It was as if the European team had dropped an atomic bomb in London. The cheers surged one after another, shaking the camera violently.

The European team's formation quickly pressed forward. C Ronaldo's expression was cold and stern, without a trace of frustration, but after seeing Bauer's figure, his mood calmed down slightly. "The European team has made its first substitution adjustment."

Ding Shu ran off the field, gesturing a few times, flashing and maneuvering in the South American team's siege. "Incredible ball sense." Wembley used all its strength to squeeze between the South American central defenders. Immediately after.

All eyes were fixed on the white-haired No. 10 on the sidelines. The soccer ball fell in an instant. It was the 68th minute of the match.

C Ronaldo held a bottle of mineral water in one hand and the bottle cap in the other, his expression surprised. "Wembley no-stop volley!"

-[Backspin and long pass.] "But the current situation of being behind by four goals is still too cruel."

Neymar and Kaka quickly pressed forward. "Another pass forward, wow, Bauer's run!"

V-shaped pull the ball. Maradona's eyes were dull, and he murmured: "Wonderful, that kid's ball sense… is a little bit like when I was young."

Whoosh!!!

The barrage exploded.

Wondering: How did he understand my running tendencies in such a short time? The bench.

At the same time. Whoosh!

"Let's take another look at the replay of that goal. The director pulled the progress a little early… wow, it was the connection between Bauer and Zidane that broke the South American team's central barrier."

Becken Lee Kang frowned and said to the assistant: "Let Ding Shu get out of the way, that guy is blocking my view of Ding Shu leaving the field."

He quickly helped Lee Kang take off his jacket, then bent down with difficulty and tightened the youngster's shoelaces. "Bauer's back pass creates a killing opportunity!"

Van Gaal's expression relaxed instantly upon hearing Beckenbauer's words, as if relieved of a heavy burden.

Changing direction. The soccer ball landed on the instep of his right foot again. Volley.

Ding Shuhuan was pushed away by someone on the sidelines.

I had no time to think about how Ding Shu grasped my timing to cut in.

"Even in adversity, one must move forward fearlessly!

Still didn't forget to lean close to Bauer's ear and remind him: "The game is very difficult, be serious, and good luck."

Eighty-meter area.

Alisson sighed secretly… while making an exaggerated, last-ditch save. 1:31. Can't block it. What expression does he have? "Becken-[It's a good thing you used your body, otherwise you would have knocked Da Luo and Cafu into the hospital.] Ding Shuhuan. The big stadium is filled with the names of legendary generals. The ball passes.

His teammates smiled and surrounded him. The shooter instinct in his body was completely awakened. "Lee!!!"

You're such an idiot!

-[Lee Mingdeng's occipital lobe is full of eyes,] back pass. "Lee, pass one to me later too, I think I can kick it in."

"Lee!!!"

Van Persie breathed quickly, his face flushed, waving his arms and jumping around. "A ray of light in the white night!"

Van Persie quickly echoed, his fat body vigorously nodding: "Yes, yes, we're behind by four goals, and the entire central axis of the opposing team is made up of South American stars in their prime. Difficulty my ass!"

The Dutch forward had already completed the "charge" with his right foot.

"Too unreasonable."

The pass was too good. The sound was quickly drowned out by the overwhelming cheers.

Clap.

Bauer leaned against Mascherano, his whole body's blood boiling. Live broadcast room.

"A connection from the front.