Dear Gua
Chapter 240 IQ Suppression
On the sidelines.
Wenger and Bould were almost dumbfounded.
According to the pre-match defensive deployment: If Barca controls the ball and slows down the speed of advance, our players should cut off the connection between the opponent's midfield and forward line during the retreat...and then increase the intensity of counter-attacks in the 30-meter to 40-meter area, thereby stifling La Masia's passing and control speed in dangerous areas...
This is one of the basic conditions for 'Wenger II' to cope with Barca's suppression and play against them.
Unexpectedly, the football was intercepted by Li Kang just after it rolled over the center circle!
Is Arsenal going to suppress Barca?
On the other side.
Enrique was not flustered at all.
‘I have solved the problem of midfield aging.’
‘Even if we lose possession, we can complete the on-the-spot counter-attack like Guardiola and Vilanova's peak dream team!’
...
Camp Nou.
Arsenal fans from all over Europe cheered and the huge roar instantly drowned out the sighs of the Catalan fans.
Witnessing Li Kang break Barca's control of the field was as enjoyable as scoring a goal!
Peak Dream Team Barca?
Where is the dominance?
Gomes had no time to be depressed. This super core from the Bats had a very good game mentality.
Neymar and Roberto quickly came to help defend.
The three formed a double-team.
"Don't panic, Barca is starting an on-the-spot counter-attack."
"The triangular passing point brings a local numerical advantage, three against one!"
"Li Kang is going to pass the ball back..."
...
The football drew a V-shaped trajectory in front of Li Kang.
Neymar missed a tackle.
Immediately afterwards.
Li Kang stomped on the turf and started to sprint!
Roberto and Gomes' frontal interception... was like a wafer!
Crack!
People were overturned!
"Wow!"
"A straight run with acceleration without any skills!"
"Li Kang forcibly crashed out a path for advancement!"
"Too terrifying!"
"In order to prevent him from passing the ball to the wing, Roberto and Gomes widened the distance between their positions..."
"It's a pity that it's impossible to defend against!"
"Facing a midfielder like Li Kang who has a domineering physique... Barca can't limit him in the same way as before!"
....
If he was still at Leverkusen, Li Kang would need to wait for his teammates to run into position.
But he doesn't need to at Arsenal.
In God's perspective.
Sanchez, Morata, and Walcott fired all three arrows, frantically tearing at the opponent's defense.
Bellerin and Monreal used all their strength to gallop on both wings.
This is the feedback of the Gunners' overall attacking awareness.
How many people are left in Barca's backfield?
Four!
The phantom of the Red and Blue No. 10... gradually condensed in the wind.
Ronaldinho.
A stocky and strong phantom struggled to emerge.
Carlos.
...
The La Masia philosophy's counter-attack system simply did not anticipate that the monster raised by their own hands would one day stand on the opposite side!
Busquets was a little depressed.
Mascherano and Alves were no longer by his side.
The numerical advantage in the transition between attack and defense could not be established at all.
Barca's defense was facing an extremely severe test.
It's okay.
As long as Arsenal's passing and coordination were stifled, all the dangers would disappear.
...
The camera moved at high speed following the advance of Arsenal's No. 10.
The Barca defensive midfielder judged Li Kang's attacking direction in the shortest possible time.
His brain raced.
While directing the movement of his defensive teammates, he quietly waited for the face-to-face confrontation with Li Kang.
‘All of Arsenal's passing connections are temporarily cut off.’
‘Wenger's football philosophy cannot be implemented at the Camp Nou.’
‘Come on.’
‘This is the destined duel between me and Li, two generations of La Masia No. 4 position.’
‘The game of space.’
....
VIP box.
Robert was comforting a group of Barca executives.
"Don't panic."
"Our defense adjusts very quickly."
"Withdraw and shrink back, giving up space on the wings. If Li can't break through Busquets and chooses to pass the ball to the wing safely, then Roberto, Denis Suarez, and Gomes will have enough time to retreat."
The Barca sporting director spoke rapidly.
He was one of Cruyff's direct disciples.
His understanding of the game was far higher than this group of idiots in management.
"Look, there's no problem..."
Arsenal's No. 10 in his sight... suddenly slowed down.
Robert's face immediately turned ashen.
.....
"Eh? This action!"
"Is he going to try a long shot?"
"It's a full 35 yards from the goal!"
Busquets looked dumbfounded.
He was fooled!
What destined duel, what stifling Wenger's passing... he was outsmarted again!
He didn't even have time to get close and block.
Li was actually going to take a long shot.
Who could interfere with him at this moment?
...
On the sidelines.
Wenger stood in the command area and suddenly felt that happiness had come too suddenly.
He gave the midfielders and forwards a lot of freedom.
Especially the right to shoot.
Passing and coordination were just one of Arsenal's attacking forms.
'Wenger I' preferred counter-attacks.
Beautiful and sexy football had many ways of expressing itself...
But... he never dreamed that Li Kang could tear Barca apart so easily!
His assistant coach Bould could not help but raise his fists high and celebrate in advance!
On the other side.
Enrique's eyes were dull.
A voice suddenly popped up in his heart: The person who knows Barca best is at Arsenal...
....
In Li Kang's vision.
The phantoms of Red and Blue No. 10 and White No. 3 gradually overlapped.
Completely different and strange styles of play intertwined at this moment.
Two kinds of chaotic emotions were frantically entangled.
Facing the wind.
Swinging his arm.
Lifting his foot.
A loud bang that resounded through the sky seemed to be the wail of the Camp Nou!
All the Catalan fans were terrified!
....
Like a terrifying thunderbolt.
It collapsed the Catalan night sky.
It was also like a gentle breeze.
Outlining the tenderness of late summer.
Ter Stegen felt a tightness in his chest.
Even if the positioning of the defensive teammates in front of him was good, they could not block Li Kang's fatal blow.
He desperately tried to save it...
His fingertips ultimately failed to retain anything.
Barca's net was lifted again by its crown prince after a year.
0:1!!!
"Wow!"
"A world-class goal!!!"
"Fierce and domineering ball speed!"
"Unpredictable devilish arc!"
"Earth-shattering!"
"Visual feast!"
"Li Kang... has conquered the Camp Nou again!"
"The Peak Dream Team dynasty, before it even started... has been collapsed by him."
"Denis Suarez's retreat speed was still too slow, he was just a little short of blocking it..."
"Let's take another look at the replay!"
"Unbelievable, he simply understands Barca's backfield defensive layout and the opponent's running tendencies..."
"His grasp of the shooting opportunity and control of the steps... are difficult to describe in words!"
"In the frame of the long shot in the camera, all the Barca players... seemed to be giving up space to watch his heavy artillery!"
....
His physical hardware was still not enough to support 99 points of leg strength.
Li Kang staggered two steps and fell on the turf.
Unlike in the past.
The pain in his thigh quickly eased.
A moment later.
He pulled Denis Suarez's hand and got up again.
The achievement wall on the system panel glowed white.
[Thank you, Rienk IV, for giving us the right to roast suckling pig!]
Countless mocking prayers poured into his mind.
A map-shaped mark protruded from the panel, dazzlingly bright.
[Iberian Peninsula Hero: When you step onto the La Liga and Liga Portugal stadiums, recovery rate is increased by 20%.]
The phantoms of Ronaldinho and Carlos separated and dissipated with the wind.
The Camp Nou was shrouded in fear.