Amsterdam.

Cruyff, his face stern, pressed the remote and turned off the television.

"The club's management are all a bunch of parasites, a load of good-for-nothings!"

"So shameless!"

"They spent 400 million, and still get slaughtered by Real Madrid and Chelsea?"

"Our La Masia number 4 position..."

Bang!

The white-haired old man raised a foot and, with great force, kicked over the coffee table.

The huge noise startled the caregivers and cooks, who rushed over.

"Wasn't he clapping his hands and laughing when Li scored a goal?"

"Go and see what's wrong!"

Seeing the old man with a voice like a bell, a straight back, and full of energy, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Huh?

It seems that Cruyff's physical condition has been "looking" better and better in recent years!

"I'm fine!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Of course you're fine! We need to maintain a cheerful mood!"

The caregiver skillfully turned on the video recorder and inserted the disc containing a compilation of all the past La Masia number 4 players.

On both sides of the cabinet, a pair of 30-year-old AtC home speakers emitted a burst of noise.

Then, the familiar BBC commentary rang out:

"Coming on as a substitute is...17-year-old young player - Li Kang!"

"He comes from the La Masia youth training camp!"

Camp Nou.

The red and blue splendor came to an end.

The dark blue flag fluttered in the night wind.

"Blue is the Colour" echoed throughout the Catalan land.

Blue.

Our dream.

"The game is over!"

"Chelsea has won a crushing victory!"

"A battle of annihilation."

"A great extinction."

"Li Kang, his name has become Barcelona's lingering nightmare and curse."

"For three consecutive years, he has conquered the magnificent Camp Nou stadium in the Champions League, representing three different clubs."

"The La Masia reject did not return home, and the dream of a peak Dream Team Four is ultimately just a bubble."

"The changing of the guard!"

"We may be witnessing the rise of a dark blue dynasty!"

"Congratulations to Chelsea, and blessings to Barcelona."

The commentator couldn't help but scratch his toes.

Chelsea this season is a bit abnormally strong.

Not only are the players strong, but there's also the "tactical genius" Tuchel, no one can figure out his next move, greatly increasing the workload of various media's "post-match analysis reports."

His gaze swept across the crazy comments section.

It was all 7+, negative other, I don't want the money, kill Barca, software hardening engineer, ordering takeout, lifelong fan...

Rakitić only played for a few minutes, but he still managed to get Li Kang's jersey.

Barcelona nightmare?

The Croatian midfielder has already collected several of Li Kang's "match-worn" jerseys.

Due to contract disputes, Rakitić's Camp Nou career may soon come to an end.

Showdown.

No more pretending.

He ran to the interview area with a flustered expression.

Facing the reporter's microphone, he said in a serious tone:

"This game was very unfair to Barca."

"Because Li was too strong tonight, so strong that he doesn't seem like an Earthling, you can't stop his advance!"

"His existence makes me feel like I'm playing like a piece of sh*t."

"I am fortunate to have the opportunity to admire Li's wonderful performances up close and personal every year."

"I'm praying, praying that I don't meet him in next year's World Cup!"

Tuchel shook hands with Valverde.

His eyes were full of sympathy:

Another Barcelona coach about to be fired because of Li.

Fàbregas and Pedro rushed out of the bench, embracing and comforting the frustrated old Barcelona partners.

Bonds, partners, village...

Growing up together.

Training together.

Fighting side by side.

All sorts of emotions from the past intertwined at this moment, and several grown men huddled together for warmth.

"If you hadn't faked an injury and fallen to the ground, how could Morata have scored the last goal!"

"His hand touched my hair!"

In the distance.

Messi silently walked towards the tunnel alone, no one knew what he was thinking at this moment.

Morata was still in high spirits, putting his arm around Li Kang's shoulder, gesturing non-stop with his other hand, describing the tacit cooperation between the two in the game.

"Li, I will be the assist king of Europe this season!"

"What are you laughing at? Believe me, I can definitely do it!"

Hearing these words.

Diego Costa was a little confused: A striker's season goal isn't the Golden Boot? But the assist king?

Kanté took off his jersey and hung it on his shoulder, trotted to the sidelines, took out two bottles of sports drinks, and went back to hand them to Li Kang.

"Li, drink some water!"

The little black egg was originally a pure defensive midfielder, but last season, under the guidance of Conte, he completed his transformation and was also told to read the game more and use his brain more to organize attacks.

But he doesn't want to use his brain to organize attacks now.

As long as he passes the ball to Li after stealing it, that's the smartest way to play.

Hazard touched his stomach, he hesitated: Should I reward myself with a burger, after all, I scored a goal today too.

Not far away.

Buffon took off his gloves, patted Čech's shoulder, and stopped, wanting to say something but holding back.

Post-match press conference.

Tuchel was radiant and high-spirited.

"Our tactical deployment was very successful! The players' execution was also very strong!"

"Chelsea comprehensively suppressed Barcelona!"

"A stroke of genius? Li's wonderful moment of continuously getting past four people? Well, yes, of course I know him very well, and I will never stifle his imagination and creativity!"

"Becoming the coach of Chelsea is the most correct choice in my coaching career."

"I have nothing to say about the result of tonight's game, going all out is a sign of respect for Barcelona."

"Chelsea will respect every opponent in the future."

A moment later.

Valverde arrived at the press conference.

Like a warrior going to the battlefield.

Taking a deep breath.

"I am the sinner of Barca."

"It's all my fault, there was a problem with my tactical deployment."

Li Kang's Camp Nou trip is over.

He and his teammates took a flight overnight back to London.

A group of Blues fans had already gathered at the arrival gate.

Like welcoming triumphant heroes.

Flags, posters, jerseys, banners... waving enthusiastically above the crowd.

A drizzle.

Can't extinguish the fire in the hearts of the Blues fans.

"Lee!!!"

Dino looked puzzled: They won against Barcelona, why is the treatment like they won the Champions League?

A long time later.

Li Kang returned home accompanied by his little assistant.

His phone was filled with all kinds of messages.

Encouragement and... worries from the grandpa group: Völler was worried that his current style of play would hurt his ankles.

Congratulations from former teammates.

And the praise and confessions of several little girls.

Putting down his phone again.

The system prompt sounded quietly.

[Ding! Task completed: Tears of Camp Nou.]

[Task receipt: Your heart... doesn't it hurt?]

[Congratulations on obtaining: Barcelona Legend · Platinum Treasure Chest.]

Li Kang didn't look at the prize pool.

He was a little tired.

[Platinum Treasure Chest is opening... Congratulations on obtaining: Maradona "Ball Feel" Module (Fragmentary · Permanent Passive)]

[Devil and Angel.]

[Madness and Infatuation.]

[Sorrow and Joy.]

[Stepping onto the green field but not being able to shoot is like dancing with your sister.]

[I only hope that people let me live my own life, I never wanted to be a role model.]

[Even if I die, I will not let go of football.]

(End of this chapter)