Van Gaal's face flushed red as he waved his arms in passionate celebration.

It felt like he was leading the team in the Champions League final.

Kluivert revealed that Old Van was biased against some South American players.

Many South American stars and the famous Dutch coach have had feuds: Riquelme, Rivaldo, Giovanni, Lucio, Ze Roberto, Sosa, Demichelis, Di Maria, Rafael...

He refused to allow Ronaldo to return to Barcelona.

He delayed Ronaldinho's transfer to Barcelona.

All South Americans.

But he was especially good to young players: Xavi, Iniesta, Pique, Seedorf, Davids, Kluivert, Alaba, Muller, Badstuber, Rashford...

He promoted them all to the first team in their youth.

Van Gaal's attitude towards Messi was strange: praising and criticizing him at the same time.

...

Cruyff walked to the command area and gestured to the midfielders.

His weathered face was filled with a smile, as if he had become several years younger.

On the other side.

Bielsa's expression was stern as he excitedly exchanged ideas with Carlos and Cafu.

He was a tactical maniac who once gave a 70-minute tactical lesson to the media at a press conference...

When coaching a team, he would choose to attack head-on, no matter how strong the opponent was.

Even if he conceded four or five goals... he would not give up directing.

...

The game restarted in the center circle.

Ronaldo kicked off and passed the ball horizontally to Ronaldinho.

It was then passed back to Kaka's feet.

The connection between the three Brazilian legends immediately awakened the memories of all the spectators.

Time seemed to have returned to the era when the Samba Army was invincible.

"Carlos and Cafu are also up!"

"The South American team's formation has become 2-5-3!"

"Too radical!"

...

During the initial advance, there were not many redundant passing plays.

Kaka dribbled the ball past the 40-meter area of the European team's half.

He had no intention of getting entangled with Zidane.

He sent out a well-timed lob pass while running!

Some media criticized Kaka's organizational and dispatching abilities as poor...

In reality.

Static ball distribution may not have been his strength.

But in terms of quick distribution in dynamic situations, few people of his era reached his level.

For example, Calhanoglu's situation was the exact opposite of his.

...

The soccer ball heavily landed on Ronaldinho's instep.

It instantly lost its lively and manic energy, like a virgin after tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time, well-behaved, shy, and quietly nestled in the arms of her beloved.

Lahm was like an old father who had caught someone in the act, angrily rushing forward to disrupt Ronaldinho's entanglement with the ball.

"What a wonderful stop!"

"It's not over yet!"

"A stop and a pass in one move!"

"The soccer ball seems to be a part of his body!"

Lahm stopped abruptly, watching the soccer ball pass by his side.

Inertia made it impossible for him to turn around instantly.

Immediately afterwards.

That bright smiling face in his vision also disappeared.

Wembley Stadium erupted in thunderous applause.

Some superstars seem to have an innate feel for the ball that does not fade with age...

...

Ronaldinho had a very high soccer IQ.

After all, he was a man who could sink the Galácticos with his own strength.

After getting rid of Lahm, his brain worked rapidly.

'Lahm has moved from full-back to defensive midfielder, but now he has rotated to the role of central midfielder...'

'The opposing team's trailing midfielder at this time is... Li!'

'Messi's running tendency is towards the center.'

'Kaka is attracting the defensive forces on the left.'

Ignoring the two-hundred-pound Ronaldo who was active on the center-back line.

Ronaldinho decided to complete the advance himself!

Diagonally inserted into the center.

In the blink of an eye.

A familiar figure stood in front of him.

Xavi.

...

Time seemed to return to that afternoon many years ago.

The young and immature number 4 position from La Masia met a Samba kid with a ponytail.

"How can you dribble like that?"

"You're playing a different kind of soccer than we are!"

"Do it again!"

The afterglow of the setting sun turned the grass golden.

The most outstanding product of that generation of La Masia was repeatedly teased by the heir of the Joga Bonito style.

...

Wembley Stadium.

Frank Rijkaard, in the corner of the stands, suddenly took off his sunglasses.

People had a more profound memory of the invincible Barcelona Dream Team III.

But few recalled that Dream Team II that bridged the gap between eras.

The Black Swan era.

The growing Xavi.

The peak Ronaldinho.

A one-on-one contest was about to unfold in this game!

...

Accompanied by Ronaldinho's body feints.

Screams erupted from the nearby stands.

The outside of his right foot gently swept along the bottom of the soccer ball, from the inside to the outside.

In a flash.

The inside of his right foot then gently hooked the ball.

Ronaldinho's center of gravity changed, causing Xavi's center of gravity to change as well.

An uncontroversial confrontation.

By the time everyone came back to their senses.

The soccer elf had already completed his performance.

"Beautiful!"

"Elastico!"

"One touch, two changes of direction!"

"He completed a flick and hook with one foot in an instant!"

"An incredible Samba dancer!"

"Pirlo!"

Seeing that he had been tricked, Xavi couldn't help but shake his head in self-mockery.

...

Like Xavi.

Pirlo's defense was also underestimated by the world.

His interception success rate was ranked third in Serie A for a period of time.

Even in the 2014-15 season, at the age of 36, he once led the Serie A in tackles, averaging more than ten thousand meters per game.

But the opponent was the only "elf" in soccer history.

He could clearly see Ronaldinho's movements.

But he couldn't tackle...

"Wonderful."

"A feint with his left foot, a slight jump, and then a change of direction with his right foot!"

"All in one go!"

"A magical performance belonging to Ronaldinho!"

"He has already passed three people!"

"His face is still bright and sunny!"

"He is enjoying the game!"

"Enjoying the joy that soccer brings!"

...

ESPN live broadcast room.

-[Too perverted! How can Ronaldinho at 37 years old still be so agile and elegant? Didn't they say that he lacked self-discipline and his body was very bad?]

-[If you see Ronaldinho showing terrifying strength in a friendly match... then he must be short of money.]

-[Xavi and Pirlo are old, and Lahm has old injuries, so he doesn't dare to make too big of movements... How can they defend against Ronaldinho.]

-[Fun fact: Ibrahimovic is one year younger than Ronaldinho, one year older than Kaka, and is still Manchester United's main thigh!]

-[What the hell? Is Ibrahimovic, this kind of super genius, considered a late bloomer compared to these superstars of the same era?]

-[Ibrahimovic posted his all-time best lineup on Twitter, all 11 positions are himself.]

...

Ronaldinho, ravaging the European team's half!

Unfortunately.

After dribbling the ball to the thirty-meter area.

His violent heartbeat forced him to slow down.

He stopped.

His upper body no longer swayed.

Without much adjustment.

He swung his leg from the spot!

Thwack!

The soccer ball rose rapidly.

Outlining a strange arc in mid-air.

Easily passing over the European team's defense.

"Messi!"

"The connection between Ronaldinho and Messi!"

"What a beautiful shot!"

...

The peak Cannavaro was a Ballon d'Or defender.

A historical-level existence.

But the person who made him fall from grace was the 19-year-old Messi.

Style restraint.

Even with the addition of Carlos, he could not stop the young Messi.

Not to mention now, at the age of 44, trying to stop the 30-year-old Messi?

Too late to get into position.

Messi had already passed by the Ballon d'Or defender.

Lifting his foot, he stopped Ronaldinho's pass.

What a familiar feeling.

The South American fans were extremely excited.

The atmosphere at Wembley Stadium also reached its peak at this moment.

...

"Ronaldinho's lob pass is full of hidden danger!"

"Messi's timing to intercept the ball is perfect!"

"Good opportunity!"

"His opponent is only the Italian goalkeeper - Buffon!"

"This ball is in."

At the moment Messi was about to kick the ball.

A tall figure stood in front of him.

Nesta.

The moment Messi touched the ball, his foot shape changed.

The unparalleled foot speed... How can there be another person!

Li Kang.

...

On the sidelines.

Bielsa was a little confused:

How did Li and Nesta think of the same thing? How could their defensive ideas be so unified? Both of them seemed to have guessed Messi's finishing position.

The ever-changing South American attacking group could not possibly allow the La Masia number 4 position and the Italian defender to easily judge the direction of the attack.

On the other side.

Cruyff couldn't help but frown: When did Li become influenced by the Italian defense concept...?

Van Gaal clenched his chubby fists in anger: How could these teammates let Li retreat to such a deep position to clean up the mess?

He seemed to have forgotten that the opponent was Messi + Samba magical reprise.

...

In Li Kang's vision.

There were two Nestas.

One was a back view.

One was a phantom.

He maintained a subtle distance from the back view.

The two men's defensive tackling actions were seamlessly connected.

No one saw clearly what happened.

The European team's penalty area was in chaos.

The soccer ball broke free from Messi's control... sticking to Nesta's feet.

Referee Collina signaled that there was no foul.

Messi just lay there, dejectedly patting the turf.

Why did this scene seem so familiar?

The Nesta phantom in Li Kang's vision gradually dissipated in the wind.

The modules in the system panel shone with dazzling light, eager to appear...

"Too shocking."

"This European team's defense, with Li Kang's blessing..."

"Ah!"

"Rivaldo!"

"Vataber!"

...

After all, he was old and had been away from the battlefield for a long time.

Nesta's clearance didn't have enough power, and the fluttering soccer ball was intercepted in the thirty-meter area.

Rivaldo.

He picked the most brutal one from countless brilliant skills.

Long-range shooting master!

After receiving the ball, he took it to the left, and his calf suddenly exerted force!

Bang!

A cannonball was fired!

The soccer ball skimmed the turf and flew towards the European team's goal at high speed!

Buffon's test had come!

He threw himself to the ground.

But the orange gloves were skewed towards the sky.

Why was there such a strange save?

Because the Italian goalkeeper knew that Rivaldo's ground shot would bounce!

Just as expected.

After bouncing eight yards from the goal, the soccer ball obediently crashed into Buffon's gloves.

"Wonderful!"

"Too extreme!"

"Rivaldo's form is well maintained, he was still in a Brazilian team two months ago... Oops, the ball slipped!"

"The danger still exists!"

"A chance to shoot again!"

The hundreds of thousands of spectators at the scene hadn't had time to sigh.

A chubby figure appeared in their vision.

Ronaldo.

The two-hundred-pound alien.

His fat right leg... swinging slightly.

A follow-up shot.

Thwack!

Buffon didn't have time to get up.

The soccer ball had already slammed into the net along the post.

1:1!

!

...

"The Alien!"

"Ronaldo scored!"

"His sense of smell and awareness of scoring opportunities are his most loyal friends, and have not left him due to the passage of time!"

"What a wonderful follow-up shot!"

"He dragged his heavy steps into the penalty area the moment Rivaldo shot from long range!"

"The classic celebration of soaring wings!"

"The time on the green field seems to have gone back twenty years!"

Ronaldo spread his arms.

Slowly running towards the corner flag area.

His teammates swarmed over and celebrated wildly.

The alien was fat, but still an alien.

Messi looked at Ronaldinho next to him and suddenly realized that he hadn't enjoyed soccer so much in a long time.

Happiness is contagious.

...

ESPN live broadcast room.

-[It's Cruyff's fault, Cannavaro and Nesta should have switched positions.]

-[That's right, the tacit understanding between Cannavaro and Maldini can resist the peak alien!]

-[The opposite side is a South American historical-level attacking group...]

-[This isn't a game, the veterans on both sides are far from as fast and physically fit as they were in their youth, what they're competing for is their feel for the ball, their awareness, their vision, and their cooperation.]

-[How do you explain Rivaldo? At his age, he still has explosive muscles...]

-[Nesta and Li Kang's choices were very smart, I never thought that the two people's defensive ideas could coincide, shrinking the defensive space, and restricting Messi's finishing in a deeper position.]

-[Cruyff arranged it well, allowing Li Kang to switch to different roles at different stages of the game, there's no way to avoid this goal, who would have thought that the two-hundred-pound Ronaldo... still has such a perverted ability to score.]

...

Ronaldo's desire to win was very strong, even in a charity match.

He wanted to win.

He stormed into the net, picked up the soccer ball and ran towards the center circle line.

In the process of running, he also occasionally waved to the spectators in the stands: signaling the supporters to increase their momentum.

Coupled with that firm gaze, he exuded a leader's aura.

Zidane patted Xavi and Pirlo on the shoulders and smiled at Lahm: "That's Ronaldinho, there's no shame in being passed by him."

Nesta didn't have time to say anything to Li Kang before he saw Van Gaal waving and calling him over.

Old Van was still in good health.

The fat on his face trembled, and his complexion was rosy.

He quickly handed over a dry towel and a sports drink, while patting the grass clippings on Li Kang's body, he whispered:

"Li, attack! Let the help defense go to hell!"

"Attack, but remember, don't injure those old bones!"

"It's normal to concede a lot of goals in a charity match."

"We must show the style of our Northern Hemisphere!"

Li Kang took a sip of the drink.

He didn't expect Van Gaal to lose his utilitarianism in a charity match.

In fact: Van Gaal in the last century was still an advocate of beautiful soccer...

Cruyff was very "gracious" today, he did not stop Van Gaal's tactical intervention, but looked at the South American legends who were celebrating in a pile... and couldn't help but clap his hands and applaud.

On the other side.

Bielsa did not celebrate.

Instead, he lowered his head and carefully prepared for the next tactical adjustment.

...

VIP box.

Platini exclaimed: "The gold content of this game has exceeded my expectations, what is the viewership rating now? How much broadcast revenue will we have on all channels? We must not let Ronaldo, Li, and Messi leave the field!"

Beckenbauer stopped the staff who were about to leave the room and shook his head: "No one can interfere with Cruyff and Bielsa's coaching, even in a charity match."

"Don't worry, these three little guys haven't sweated much yet, they won't be substituted so easily."

Platini nodded and asked suspiciously: "Why do I feel like Cruyff wants Li to cooperate with the midfield and the defense? Is there any point?"

Beckenbauer looked at his watch and smiled: "There is a point, there is still a long time in the game."