Chapter 1 UEFA

UEFA, criticized by all parties, didn't make this year's Champions League semi-final draw too grand.

Player representatives didn't have to go to Nyon, Switzerland.

The organizers claimed that they would compress the draw ceremony to within 20 minutes.

North London

Li Kang and his teammates sat in the living room, nervously watching the TV, waiting for the draw results to be announced.

"Has Pedro Pinto gotten so fat? There's no female host for the ceremony?"

"Nedved, my idol!"

"How come Butragueño looks like Allegri in a suit?"

"Nonsense, his nickname is the Vulture! Allegri is also a bit bald."

"That joke isn't funny at all."

There weren't too many pleasantries.

The draw ceremony process was very concise.

Without further ado, they started the draw.

Welsh legendary star Ian Rush began to crack the balls open.

"Real Madrid!"

"Atletico Madrid!"

"The first match-up is out: the Madrid derby!"

Zidane and Simeone both looked grim.

Both coaches seemed unhappy with the result: another civil war?

The second match-up was self-evident, but the order of home and away games still had to be determined by a draw.

Wenger smiled.

Allegri rubbed his temples.

"The second match-up is out: Arsenal versus Juventus."

Livestream.

The barrage of comments flew.

-

[How come the semi-finals or finals are always the Madrid derby these years?]

-

[Atletico Madrid has been just one breath away from the Big Ears trophy for years. I'm betting on Real Madrid to defend their Champions League title and become the first defending champion since the Champions League reform!]

-

[Have faith in Zidane's protagonist aura!]

-

[Arsenal finally made it to the Champions League semi-finals after fighting for fourth place all these years! Li Mingdeng, you can do it!]

-

[Meeting Juventus is really troublesome. Unless Manchester City can transfer a David Silva and Barcelona can transfer an Iniesta to Arsenal.]

-

[I'm announcing in advance that the Champions League final will be between Real Madrid vs. Juventus!]

-

[Look at the odds for winning the championship: Real Madrid 2.65, Juventus 2.95, Atletico Madrid 3.15, Arsenal 5.25!]

-

[I'm not saying anything else, I'm going to put all my savings on Arsenal! Everyone remember to follow along!]

North London.

Sanchez looked solemn: "Stylistically speaking, meeting Juventus is the worst possible result for us. In terms of overall rhythm..."

Before he could finish speaking.

Welbeck and Maguire had already squatted on the carpet and picked up their game controllers.

"You guys..."

Morata patted Sanchez on the shoulder and said, "Relax, it's the same no matter which team we meet. The opponents will also find us troublesome."

Li Kang nodded.

There was still more than a month before the Champions League semi-finals.

Right now, the most important thing for Arsenal was the Premier League and the FA Cup.

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, it was April.

Arsenal continued their undefeated streak with triumphant songs all the way.

The youth team led by Mertesacker even defeated Championship powerhouse Fulham, making it to the FA Cup semi-finals.

Li Kang sat in the stands at Craven Cottage.

A mechanical and cold electronic synthesized sound quietly sounded.

[Ding! London King achievement: unlocking progress 5/6.]

[Opponent not defeated: Crystal Palace.]

He quickly recalled the schedule. The away game against Crystal Palace was right before the second leg of the Champions League semi-final.

The King of North Rhine achievement was three totems.

Could it be that the King of London achievement was to run out six totems?

No.

If you could add Gunnersaurus, that would be seven silly and cute mascots.

Manchester United fans were suffering.

Mourinho was increasingly perfecting the team's synergy, but the Red Devils would always inexplicably concede goals. It was too weird.

De Gea was helpless against all kinds of deflected goals that hit defenders' legs, faces, and butts.

From March to mid-April.

They only won one league game.

The rest were all draws, one of which they lost to Chelsea.

Happy Bean players were also angry: I got all the other games right, but Manchester United screwed up and ruined my long streak!

April 18, Premier League Round 29.

Mourinho led Manchester United to the Emirates Stadium.

He looked at his youthful disciples with a slightly confused look in his eyes: Which of the teams I've coached before has encountered so many unlucky things?

Emirates Stadium.

Crowded with people, every seat was taken.

Gunnersaurus twisted its butt and ran around the field carrying the team flag.

"Ctv5! Ctv5! Good evening, audience friends."

"Welcome to the 2016/17 Premier League Round 29!"

"Arsenal hosts Manchester United!"

"Now, let's introduce the starting lineups for both sides."

"Arsenal's formation is 4-3-3!"

"Goalkeeper:"

"Most of the main players have been rotated!"

"Chamberlain has a starting opportunity. You have to know that every time he plays for 20 minutes, Arsenal has to pay Southampton 10,000 pounds. Wenger usually uses him as a substitute surprise weapon after 70 minutes."

"Manchester United's formation is 3-5-2!"

"Goalkeeper: De Gea."

"Defenders: Bailly, Rojo, Darmian."

"Midfielders: Valencia, Herrera, Fellaini, Pogba, Ashley Young."

"Forwards: Ibrahimovic, Lingard!"

Beep!

With a whistle from the referee.

The game officially began.

Manchester United ball.

Ibrahimovic kicked off and passed it back to Pogba.

The game wasn't intense. Manchester United's formation steadily pressed forward, probing the defensive structure of the depleted Arsenal team.

15 minutes into the game.

Pogba received a pass from Herrera, accelerated directly, and forcibly used his body to knock away Gunners' youngster Iwobi, who was trying to steal the ball.

The stride of his dark and shiny long legs became larger and larger.

"Too perfect."

"Words can't describe the Manchester United's one hundred million man's ability to advance!"

"Many media outlets call Li Kang and Pogba the 'peerless midfield twins'."

As soon as the commentator finished speaking.

Pogba staggered, and the football under his feet disappeared.

He angrily complained to the referee, who ignored him.

Schweinsteiger circled around Lingard, who was preparing to counter-attack, and passed the ball diagonally to Li Kang.

How did the German Steel Pig grow up?

In his youth, he encountered "Ha Bai Bu" or various legendary midfield masters all the way as he leveled up.

His characteristics also completely countered Pogba's type of midfielder who likes to use his body to connect and break free, put the ball within his center of gravity, and is used to flicking the ball with the inside of his foot.

"Li Kang is advancing even faster!"

"Beautiful!"

"Marseille turn!"

"Escaped Herrera!"

"Beautiful, a one-two with youngster Saka! Avoided Fellaini!"

"Huh?"

"Is he going to shoot directly from that position?"

"It's too far from the goal! Wow!"

From God's perspective.

Manchester United's three-center-back defense was perfectly deployed, but the players' contraction speed was too slow.

It's like a scientific research doctor giving a group of junior high school students a comprehensive analysis of the problem-solving ideas, but they still can't write it.

The fragmented defense revealed a huge gap.

Li Kang swung his arms against the wind.

His body tilted.

He kicked.

With the force of a thousand pounds!

Bang!

A terrifying sound of contact.

Shocked the Red Devils fans who had come from afar.

The football, like a heavy cannon, slammed towards Manchester United's goal!

De Gea's save was perfect.

His prediction of the shooting direction was also accurate.

But the football was already stuck to the net behind him.

After rotating for two seconds, it landed.

1:0!!!

I went to my nephew's first birthday banquet after work today, so the update is late. The second encounter with Manchester United won't be long. It's a quick-forward chapter. There will be more later, and there will be more in the morning. Everyone rest early and read it tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)