Chapter 1 The Beginning

[Ding, teammate Giroud detected with a sprained ankle, triggering the buff: "Acrobatic Shot" module!]

[I can't stop myself from being so handsome and charming.]

Why did Giroud's perfume ad line pop up?

Li Kang stretched out his finger and poked away the "seductive" muscle man phantom in front of him.

[Ding, teammate Gibbs detected with extremely low morale, triggering the buff: "Left Flank Little War God" module!]

[When you are active on the left side of the opponent's penalty area...]

Extremely low morale?

Does that count as an injury?

...

Giroud in this historical period hasn't evolved into his complete form yet, often called a "big flop," with a level of happiness comparable to Sterling, Lingard, Sturridge, Benteke...

"A center forward dependent on fate."

Whether he scores or not depends entirely on fate.

Either he doesn't score.

Or he scores a world-class goal.

His tall and mighty body isn't clumsy, possessing an extremely incongruous flexibility.

"Li, I'm sorry, I can't continue the game."

His tone was sad.

The old workhorse of the Gunners, his face full of sorrow, patted Li Kang's butt as he was carried off the field by the stretcher team.

In the distance.

The other Arsenal players surrounded the referee.

Chamberlain, with one hand on his short buzz cut and the other patting Gibbs's little bald head, frantically argued, "I was the one who handled the ball! Not Gibbs!"

Who gets sent off with this red card is crucial.

You need to know that Gibbs is a left-back by origin, and in the 3-5-2 formation changes, his flexibility is higher, which can slightly alleviate the MSN's attacking speed.

The referee ignored him.

His expression was serious.

He raised his hand to warn Gibbs not to talk nonsense anymore...

Chamberlain quickly indicated that he was the one speaking!

Poor Gibbs...摸着自己的小卤蛋,郁闷地离场了.

He secretly vowed: I'll never have the same hairstyle as Chamberlain again!

...

Ctv5 Live Broadcast Room.

"Let's take a look at the replay!"

"Giroud twisted his ankle while defending Messi... Oh dear! That looks a bit scary."

"The team doctor is gesturing to the coaching staff that Arsenal's star center forward can't continue the game."

"Hmm... Welbeck is coming on!"

"Wenger is very passive, using up his first substitution early in the game..."

Duan Xuan quickly nudged his partner with his elbow.

Don't just focus on Arsenal.

"Victory is smiling at Barca! Messi descended to earth, using his personal ability to earn the team a valuable penalty."

"Arsenal is in trouble, being a man down and losing a key player to injury!"

....

Messi placed the ball at the penalty spot.

He retreated.

While watching the Arsenal goalkeeper.

One of Barca's nightmares, Cech!

Having played against him many times over the past nine years, he had never breached the goal he guarded.

A penalty is a psychological game.

Beep!

The referee blew his whistle.

Messi started his run-up.

The audience held their breath with his steps.

Thwack!

The football left the ground, scattering grass clippings.

Like an arrow piercing through the clouds, it went straight for the corner of the goal!

Cech stretched his body to the extreme in mid-air.

He judged Messi's shot direction... His golden glove grazed the football again!

But it couldn't change the outcome.

Arsenal's net rippled.

The joy and sorrow of both sets of fans exchanged at that moment.

1:1!!!

"Messi!"

"Breaks the curse!"

"A beautiful curled shot with the inside of his foot!"

"Simply a work of art!"

"Who else can stop him?"

"Barca has equalized!"

"Could this be the start of a miracle?"

...

Live Broadcast Room.

The barrage flew.

-[Messi is awesome!]

-[This game has so many elements.]

-[Brothers on the roof, come down, there's still hope for you, there's still hope for Barca.]

-[Thank you, Messi, a fan for life.]

-[Eleven-man Barca, won't they crush ten-man Arsenal? I'll order some takeout, I'm going to relax tonight.]

-[It doesn't matter how invincible Li Mingdeng is, football is a team sport, can he do the work of two people by himself? Can his stamina hold up?]

-[Arsenal is finished.]

-[The Gunners are even more crippled.]

-[Barca will always be Wenger's nemesis.]

-[I declare, the moment of Barca's comeback has officially begun!]

-[Haven't you guys heard of... the Ruby Warrior Card?]

....

The Barca players didn't celebrate.

They rushed into the net like madmen, picking up the football.

Seize the time.

They had to seize the remaining time to complete the comeback!

Messi reached out and pulled Cech up.

The two didn't speak.

The unbreakable curse of the past nine years had finally come to an end.

Emirates Stadium.

The Islington fans were quiet.

The Barca fans were in full force.

"Messi!!!"

"Messi!!!"

"Vamos Barca!!!"

...

On the sidelines.

Enrique was shouting and waving his arms in the technical area.

His expression was manic.

As if he had won the whole world!

Several Arsenal substitutes had just finished warming up and walked past him.

The Barca coach excitedly shook their hands, wanting to share the joy of the moment!

"It's starting!"

"The moment for Barca has begun!"

On the other side.

Bould was frowning.

"Boss, we're a man down and they've equalized with a penalty. My suggestion is to stick to a low block defense, give up on counterattacks. It's okay, we've already qualified, there's no need to fight Barca to the death!"

Wenger looked grave and shook his head.

Ever since the Champions League final defeat that year.

Barca had been like a mountain weighing on his heart.

An insurmountable mountain.

...

VIP box.

Bartomeu and a group of Barca executives were overjoyed.

They clapped their hands desperately with all their strength.

"Cheers! Cheers!"

"The game has become simple."

"Teacher Cruyff, we have one foot in the knockout stage."

Oblivious.

Since when has Barca even celebrated qualifying for the Champions League group stage?

Cruyff smiled and didn't respond.

...

Time passed second by second.

Arsenal played extremely passively.

Barca became more and more courageous.

La Masia's football philosophy is inherently good at leveraging numerical advantages in localized spaces, let alone the Gunners are now a man down.

The numerical disadvantage may not be briefly reflected in the score changes, but the balanced situation has been broken.

Everyone believed that Barca's second goal wouldn't be far away.

28 minutes into the game.

Iniesta blossomed again, suddenly starting and shaking off Xhaka effortlessly with his nimble dribbling.

It's not that Xhaka is bad.

It's that his style is severely countered.

It's that this legendary Barca midfielder still has some fuel in the tank.

He didn't push too deep.

Forty-meter area.

Iniesta passed the ball horizontally to Messi.

Messi switched positions with Roberto again.

Once again transforming into one of the world's top attacking midfielders!

Arsenal's formation had to retreat with his surge.

"It's difficult to win a midfield battle with fewer players."

"Messi is very active, his ability to get rid of players in the middle is terrifying."

"Barca has too many attacking points in the frontcourt!"

"Li Kang has returned to his most familiar position."

"Deep-lying midfielder, strengthening the defense."

...

Messi's stride frequency was extremely fast, stumbling all the way, but he just wouldn't fall!

Welbeck, who was chasing closely behind, couldn't pull him down even with pulling and tugging!

The little black egg exerted force!

As a result, he didn't even pull down the Barca number 10's shorts!

"Messi!"

"Like entering an unmanned land!"

"Arsenal's forwards have also retreated to their own half!"

"Morata!"

"The speed of assisting defense is very fast!"

In daily training, Arsenal's forwards have become very aggressive in their defensive attitude under Giroud's influence.

Not to mention Morata.

During his childhood, he was personally trained by Burgos in Atletico Madrid's youth academy.

During his teenage years, he was instilled with defensive concepts by Mourinho at Real Madrid.

During his youth, he also learned a lot from the old brothers Buffon, Chiellini, Old Marchisio, and Pirlo at Juventus.

His frontal defense isn't great.

But his ability to assist in positioning is extremely outstanding.

"How did Maguire lose his position!"

"Head-on collision with Messi?"

"There's a gap in Arsenal's defense!"

...

The atmosphere at the Emirates Stadium reached another climax.

In the lens.

Messi was surrounded by three people.

Maguire in front.

Welbeck behind.

Morata on the side.

Can he break through?

No need!

With a snap!

The football left his left foot.

It was a light and swift upward speed.

Maguire reacted quickly, immediately pushed off the ground, and his huge forehead almost brushed the football!

No time to turn around!

...

"Elegant chip pass!"

"Instantly tore apart Arsenal's encirclement!"

"Suarez appeared at the landing point!"

"Cazorla's cover is very timely!"

The football accurately fell into the defensive area originally covered by Maguire.

Suarez wiggled his big butt and fiercely inserted!

He's no longer the omnipotent super striker from Liverpool. In order to meet Barca's tactical needs, he's constantly gaining weight! But he still hasn't lost that physical coordination comparable to a gymnast!

Cazorla came galloping up.

He's not bad either.

The top-notch bilateral equilibrium, the combat power it endows isn't only reflected on the offensive end, but also the center of gravity adjustment on the defensive level.

"Let's see how this ball is handled!"

"Wow!"

"Backheel pass!"

...

The moment the football hit the ground.

Suarez suddenly rushed towards Cazorla.

While obstructing the opponent's vision, he raised his heel.

Right foot!

Thwack!

The football rose again, passed over their heads, and fell towards the arc of the penalty area!

"Too imaginative!"

"Neymar!"

"There are many options after receiving the ball!"

No one noticed when the samba genius had cut diagonally to the arc of the penalty area.

At the same time.

Messi also broke free from the encirclement.

The MSN South American trident is about to play a gorgeous movement!

...

Enrique clenched his fists excitedly.

Wenger frowned.

Both sets of fans couldn't help but exclaim.

Barca's frontcourt easily penetrated Arsenal's defense through continuous advances and passes...

Dark clouds covered the moon and stars.

Emirates Stadium entered its darkest moment.

Is the undefeated myth going to be broken tonight?

...

The moment Neymar unloaded the football.

A figure stood in his way.

Arsenal number 10.

The Arsenal number 10 who saw through Barca's offensive endpoint.

In Li Kang's vision.

Dense phantoms constantly overlapped.

Nesta.

Bobby Moore.

Koscielny.

Mertesacker.

Carlos.

And that coveted Eye of Truth!

....

"Dazzling footwork!"

"Neymar is trying to deceive Li Kang's center of gravity!"

"He's about to break through!"

Li Kang wasn't affected in the slightest.

He clearly felt the rolling speed of the football on the grass, Neymar's center of gravity changes, and the coordination of his shoulders and feet.

The distance between the two widened slightly.

Neymar made a hop fake.

The back of his left foot hit the surface of the football.

Change direction!

Thwack!

Li Kang stretched out his right foot.

Neymar instantly lost control of the football.

Arsenal regained possession!

The whole stadium was shocked!

"Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication!"

"The art of defense!"

"Incredible!"

"There's actually someone in the world who can challenge a static Neymar with the ball!"

"At a critical moment, Li Kang defused the danger!"

...

Cech witnessed everything that happened.

He couldn't help but roar with excitement.

He was originally prepared to welcome the opponent's shot.

How great the back of Arsenal's number 10 was!

Trapped in a depleted lineup, he single-handedly blocked the South American trident!

...

Neymar was a little disappointed.

He had never felt this kind of frustration!

His movements were clearly perfect... Why?

Monster!

Li is simply a monster!

Messi and Suarez also hugged their heads helplessly.

The spark of the MSN hadn't had time to bloom before it was extinguished.

The moment of comeback was so close, yet so far away.

Separated only by a Li Kang...

...

VIP box.

Bartomeu and the Barca executives were frustrated and pounded the sofa.

"Damn it."

"The samba man wasted such a good opportunity!"

"Neymar's characteristics must have been thoroughly studied by European giants, right?"

"Paris Saint-Germain's offer is very high, more than two hundred million... a little bit more!"

"Or..."

"Liverpool's Coutinho is very good, his agent is very cooperative with us."

"Be quiet, don't disturb Teacher Cruyff!"

Cruyff turned a deaf ear.

He smiled and looked at Arsenal's number 10 on the green field, and muttered:

"Li not only completed a frontal steal."

"He also saw through Barca's offensive direction."

"How wonderful."

"The La Masia number 4 of this era."

...

Barca's formation was pressing too deep.

Welbeck happened to be staying in an "unmanned area,"摸着自己的小卤蛋.

The shock brought by Messi was still reverberating in his mind...

Suddenly.

He saw the ball coming over!

"Li Kang's speed of passing the ball after the steal is very fast!"

"Welbeck!"

"His counter-attack positioning is amazing!"

"A good opportunity for Arsenal to launch an offensive!"

...

Welbeck couldn't hear the commentator's praise, but he could hear the cheers of his own fans!

The slightly stiff ball unloading action didn't affect the speed of the start.

The racial talent of black people!

Thwack!

The little black egg turned around and pushed the ball forward.

Started to sprint!

At the same time.

Morata launched a fierce charge!

"Here it comes!"

"Alas... Arsenal, who is playing with one less player, has too few people in the frontcourt and can't open up the attacking width."

....

The two formations moved wildly.

Gradually overlapping in the center circle line!

Busquets' defensive thinking is very clear.

The world's best defensive midfielder.

If he can't stop Li Kang, he can still stop a Welbeck!

Clang!

Welbeck, running at high speed, fell on the grass like a tractor with its wheels removed after staggering a few steps.

Where's the ball?

He hadn't even seen Busquets' action clearly.

The football had once again penetrated Arsenal's defense!

"The art of defense!"

"Busquets!"

"Stealing and passing!"

"Worthy of being Barca's kidney!"

....

Roberto's speed of returning to defense was a bit slow.

He didn't expect his teammates to reorganize the attack so quickly!

Just about to catch Busquets' wonderful pass.

A short figure swept past.

Cazorla!

Slender and graceful legs, intercepting the football first!

The nearby Rakitic reacted quickly.

He quickly beckoned Suarez to participate in the counter-attack together.

"Cazorla got the ball!"

"Can't get past!"

"Barca's three-man encirclement!"

"Beautiful!"

"Gorgeous footwork!"

...

Cazorla chipped the ball.

Avoiding Roberto's foot.

The football landed on the sideline.

Cazorla squeezed away Rakitic and stepped on the ball again.

Then a "croqueta," breaking through Suarez's interception!

The Arsenal midfielder master demonstrated the characteristics of his bilateral equilibrium to the fullest!

There was no time to enjoy the thunderous applause.

Clang!

Cazorla side-stepped and sent a long pass!

...

At this time.

People noticed that... Li Kang appeared at the front of the left side of the formation!

Enrique's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Could it be...

Could it be that Arsenal, playing with ten men, can still threaten Barca's goal?

...

Li Kang enjoyed the speed boost brought by Walcott.

The moment he received the pass.

Chamberlain... Gibbs' phantom burst forth.

Little War God!

The Barca players frantically tried to return to defense!

Can't catch up!

"Too fast!"

"Even the Santa Claus animation on the advertising board can't keep up with Li Kang's speed!"

"Arsenal!"

"Arsenal opened up the attacking width!"

"Morata in the center!"

"Welbeck on the right!"

"Three arrows fired at once!"

...

Busquets' head was about to explode!

How else can he predict?

Tell me how to simplify it?

All he could do was command the defense line to shrink!

...

Li Kang's speed was getting faster and faster.

The night wind was blowing his clothes.

The spotlight seemed to illuminate him alone.

Forty meters.

Thirty meters.

Twenty-five meters.

A strong and burly little black egg blocked Arsenal's number 10's path.

Umtiti.

A talented midfielder from Lyon's youth academy.

A talented center-back who has been completely defeated by Li Kang in the European Cup and clubs several times!

Redemption!

Umtiti wanted to complete his own redemption!

Can't let Li get past!

He calmly observed Arsenal's number 10's eyes and footsteps, predicting the other party's next action tendency.

The moment he got close.

Poked out his little black foot!

Didn't poke anything!

Li Kang accelerated directly from the outside!

Seeing that he was about to eat the Barca center-back raw again!

Umtiti didn't give up.

He turned around very quickly.

Took a few steps, opened his black arms, and hugged hard!

Clang!

Not the sound of falling to the ground!

It's the sound of passing the ball!

The moment Li Kang lost his balance, he sent in a cross!

"Umtiti will definitely get a card for this action!"

"The referee signaled an advantage!"

"A cruise missile-like cross!"

"Morata!"

...

Morata was very fortunate that the one defending him was Mascherano.

The compatibility restraint between players is often reflected in high balls.

How can the Barca center-back, who is 1.7 meters tall, compete for a header with the Arsenal striker, who is 1.9 meters tall!

In front of the penalty area.

The two jumped at the same time!

Thwack!

The football brushed Morata's forehead and leapt to the right!

Welbeck didn't collide head-on with Pique. He carefully drilled forward and grabbed the dominant position to receive the ball!

"Beautiful!"

"Zero-degree shot!"

"No shot!"

"Welbeck adjusted a bit!"

"Can't adjust anymore!"

"Barca's defenders are about to be in place!"

"If it were any top striker from a European giant... they would have already started celebrating at this time!"

Enrique breathed a sigh of relief.

Too thrilling.

Fortunately, the black egg striker on the other side looked a bit unintelligent.

Bould's throat was about to shout hoarse.

Wenger also wished he had a remote control in his hand... frantically pressing the shooting button.

...

Of course Welbeck wanted to shoot!

But Pique's interference ability was too terrifying, and the positioning of that Barca goalkeeper, Ter Stegen, was also impeccable.

These two guys are top-notch European stars!

There's no space to start.

There's no angle to shoot.

How do you want me to shoot?

I'm waiting for Li!

Yes!

I want to wait for Li!

...

Welbeck wiggled his big butt, keeping Pique behind him.

Slowly dribbling the ball near the baseline.

Seeing that Busquets was about to get close.

The little black egg suddenly turned around!

He saw Li!

Thwack!

Dark and long legs, sending a chip pass!

A rough arc was outlined in the sky above Barca's penalty area!

Morata jumped again!

Couldn't reach the ball!

"Back point!"

"Li Kang!"

"The quality of this pass is too low!"

"Why pass it behind Li Kang!"

"There's no way he can shoot in time!"

...

The football fell to the left side of the penalty area.

Li Kang faced the goal.

In his vision, Giroud's phantom quickly condensed in the wind.

His right foot swung backward.

The movements of one person and one shadow gradually merged.

Acrobatic Shot.

Scorpion Kick.

Clang!

A wonderful parabola was outlined in the sky above Barca's penalty area!

Incomparably wonderful.

Like the red and white scarves gently blown by the wind in the stands.

Ter Stegen's vision was blocked.

He didn't expect Li Kang to shoot in this posture at all.

The action of saving couldn't keep up with the rapid descent of the football.

The football fell into the net.

Arsenal, playing with one less player, took the lead again.

2:1!!!

...

Ctv5 Live Broadcast Room.

Duan Xuan was going crazy!

He was just about to praise Li Kang's scorpion kick goal when he suddenly saw the referee pull out a red card and walk towards Umtiti.

"Red card!"

"Additional penalty!"

"Is the penalty a bit too harsh!"

"Let's look at the replay... Ah! No problem!"

"Barca is also going to be sent off!"