Time is like a rushing stream, once gone, it never returns.

Li Kang returned to his peaceful and monotonous life.

Training, watching game footage, studying Tuchel's 'advanced' concepts, and occasionally messaging friends.

The time remaining until the summer transfer window closed was getting shorter and shorter.

The tabloid media fabricated rumors every day about various goalkeepers and the Blues.

Chelsea fans were anxious.

Where was their starting goalkeeper for next season?

Courtois and his agent were even more anxious.

The Chelsea executives, on the other hand, were calm and collected, seemingly not worried at all. Rumor had it that Ms. Skaia was still in Italy, traveling and shopping.

Real Madrid wasn't worried either.

Florentino's consistent attitude was to "go along with the situation." No situation? Then change course.

"Navas is in excellent form. If we can't sign Courtois this year, that's okay too."

"Wait until next year? Hmm... we'll see what the actual situation is next year. Real Madrid's signings aren't just a matter of words."

The Bernabéu had always been patient.

This patience was certainly not towards a specific player, but towards a specific position in the lineup.

Hanging up the phone.

Florentino opened a document on his desk, and couldn't help but be stunned: why are they all little black guys?

His expression was conflicted.

"I don't want the white Bernabéu to be stained in my hands..."

"But their talent and potential are simply overflowing."

Learning of Real Madrid's neutral stance.

Courtois and his agent were dumbfounded.

"Florentino is a liar!"

"Thibaut, don't worry, would Chelsea really pass up money?"

The agent's words of comfort were only half-spoken when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Chelsea really would pass up money... especially since they made 150 million this summer by selling players.

"Things aren't as serious as you think."

"In the match against Manchester City, Chelsea's goalkeeper position exposed many weaknesses. We now hold the initiative in negotiations!"

"Just you wait and see!"

"Chelsea will definitely call us to beg for mercy!"

The agent was full of confidence.

The Premier League match day arrived.

Stamford Bridge welcomed a fierce terrier!

Chelsea vs. Huddersfield.

Although the opponent was a newly promoted team, their ancestors had been wealthy.

In the distant years of 1923-1926, Huddersfield became the first "three-peat" team in the English top league, and was considered the strongest in the world at the time.

Stamford Bridge Library.

The Blues fans warmly welcomed the guests.

VIP box.

Huddersfield's owner, Hoyle, was dressed in casual clothes.

He was a local Yorkshireman who returned to his hometown after making money and bought the Huddersfield club.

Even the owner was a longtime die-hard fan of the club, so the team's performance naturally wasn't bad.

This guy was also willing to spend money, poaching a group of managers and youth training teams from major European powerhouses.

He once said: Losing money is a small matter, I have been a Huddersfield fan since I was a child.

The players did not disappoint.

They swept all the way, and finally were promoted to the Premier League.

The broadcast revenue of the top league not only allowed Hoyle to recover his investment, but also made him money.

"Losing Money into the Richest Man in Yorkshire Starts with Buying a Club"?

"Huddersfield players have no Premier League experience! The value of the starting lineup combined is not even... half of Morata."

"This weak team insists on attacking football and has achieved an amazing two-game winning streak to start the season."

"Looking forward to their wonderful performance at Stamford Bridge!"

The camera focused on the command area on the sidelines.

Huddersfield's coach, Wagner, wore glasses and had a stubbly face.

He was Klopp's assistant coach during his time at Borussia Dortmund.

He made Huddersfield's tactical style very aggressive:

Low-position defense? Impossible!

Attacking football is true love! Whoever defends is a son of a bitch!

In the first two games of the new Premier League season, Huddersfield played attacking football and achieved "weak wins over strong teams."

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The game officially began.

Chelsea ball.

Diego Costa passed the ball back to Li Kang after the kickoff.

In Li Kang's ears, suddenly a series of cub-like roars and flapping wings sounded.

[King of London achievement, all totems fully charged!]

The collection speed of mascot energy is so slow... how can it be wasted on this game?

Li Kang quickly blew out a breath.

The Little Iron Hammer dissipated.

The young lions roared angrily.

The Gun Dragon twisted its butt and left.

The two little eagles were blown askew.

Only Tottenham's happy little cockerel stubbornly flapped its wings.

The game started extremely fiercely.

Happy Bean players recognized many Huddersfield players, couldn't name them, but could name their nicknames.

What Aussie Robben, Ligue 2 Drogba, League One Boateng, Danish Superliga Neuer, 2. Bundesliga Lahm.

A series of resounding names.

Let Happy Bean fans believe: Chelsea will not win this game easily!

13th minute.

Li Kang received a pass from his teammate twenty-five yards from the goal, ignoring the opponent's interference! The happy little cockerel emitted a bright light.

His body balance was greatly enhanced!

After a slight adjustment, he took a long shot!

The impeccable shooting posture couldn't help but drive the Blues fans crazy.

Bang!

A super cannon shot made Stamford Bridge completely boil!

1:0!!!

"Beautiful!"

"Goal!"

"Signature skill! Long-range cannon!"

"Li Kang breaks the deadlock! Helping Chelsea take the lead!"

In this historical period, due to changes in the tactical environment, the probability of scoring from long shots in the top five leagues was very low.

The real king of long-range efficiency is not those well-known heavy gunners.

But Messi.

His number of long-range goals is also the absolute most.

No.

Messi is not the king of long-range efficiency, he is the true king of long shots.

18th minute of the match.

Kanté intercepted the ball in his own half and passed it to Fàbregas.

The "Fa-Ke connection" was staged again at Stamford Bridge.

The football drew a beautiful trajectory in the air, and finally fell in front of Diego Costa.

The Huddersfield defender was staggered by the collision.

The Blue Beast faced the goalkeeper alone.

One shot.

2:0!!!

28th minute of the match.

Chelsea's attackers turned Huddersfield's defense upside down.

After continuous fast passing.

Li Kang passed the ball with his heel.

Kanté, who was inserted, shot angrily at the ball!

3:0!!!

The little black egg was extremely excited, tiptoed excitedly, and hugged Li Kang.

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[Killing spree.]

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[After the game against Manchester City, I thought Chelsea's strength was average, and there were hidden dangers in the defense.]

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[What about the result? The team is now playing like the universe team.]

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[Deep Blue Li! Great Demon King! Dominating the Premier League!]

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[A star-studded ending lineup, the only big shortcoming is the goalkeeper position, equivalent to Lloris of the French team!]

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[Normal, Huddersfield's two consecutive wins at the start were against lower-ranked teams. Isn't it headstrong to play against this Chelsea?]

The game lost its suspense.

Li Kang was substituted.

Hazard took over the battle and began an amazing goal performance.

The Huddersfield fans who came from afar, their mood also gradually fell into a low point as the score difference widened.

After the game.

Huddersfield's owner, Hoyle, was not frustrated, but personally walked to the tunnel and shook hands and hugged the players.

Only two days remained until the summer transfer window closed.

Courtois couldn't hold back any longer.

He urged his agent to show goodwill to Chelsea.

"Ms. Skaia, Courtois is willing to return to the first team for normal training..."

"I think Chelsea will recognize the situation. Courtois is an indispensable member."

"What? Demotion to the reserve team?"

Beep beep beep.

The phone was hung up.

The agent's expression was dazed.

Courtois angrily kicked over the coffee table, squatting down in despair.

That night.

A transfer news item detonated the entire internet.

《Official Announcement: Buffon Officially Transfers to Chelsea.》

I lay down for a while after getting off work and accidentally fell asleep, sorry sorry.

(End of this chapter)