Chapter 13 A Dazzling Display

The livestream exploded.

A dense barrage of comments obscured the replay of the goal.

-【Soaring through the clouds, a nimble flick, I almost knelt before the TV!]

-【A fusion technique of the Great Sage and the Ice Prince!]

-【Too handsome, too elegant!]

-【I'm a bit worried about Little Li's stamina. When I use him in the game, his stamina bar depletes really fast. He can't sprint many times.]

-【After all, he's not a little dwarf like Kanté. The smaller the model, the better the stamina.]

-【Vertonghen doesn't know enough about Little Li. He should retreat and fight like Van Dijk...]

-【Knowing him wouldn't help. According to my research, Little Li's arsenal has three ways to break the goal. Van Dijk's retreat would give up the wing space, and Little Li also has Morata, the 'assist monster,' behind him to the rear!]

-【Let's review the contest between the two sides in the last few minutes. Kane retreated, pretending to receive the ball, tricking Arsenal's midfield into expanding from a contraction... Vertonghen then contacted Eriksen, who used his individual ability to create opportunities outside the penalty area. At the same time, Tottenham's entire formation pressed up, preparing to use their numerical advantage to compete for the second point after a missed shot... but it can't withstand Little Li being possessed by Bale and Bergkamp!]

-【I don't even know how Eriksen lost that ball.]

-【Son Heung-min actually tried really hard. Facing his former good partner, he could be so ruthless, charging at Little Li from the side and sliding...]

-【There's no choice. He's competing with Lamela for a starting spot, and this match is the North London Derby. He's too invested in the competitive state.]

-【If Li Mingdeng continues to play like this at Arsenal, will he break Lampard's record of 27 goals scored by a midfielder in the 09/10 season?]

...

At the edge of the field.

Tottenham's bench let out a collective sigh.

Just as the first half was about to end, they failed to hold onto the score.

Pochettino took a deep breath, pressed his temples a few times with his index finger, and his distressed expression disappeared in an instant.

"Get Sissoko and Dembélé ready."

On the other side.

The Arsenal substitutes rushed excitedly to the edge of the field!

Bould excitedly put his arms around the shoulders of two team doctors.

"Boss, Li is amazing! He always exceeds everyone's expectations!"

Wenger didn't bother to reply.

He quickly took out a banana from his suit pocket and grabbed a bottle of sports drink...

....

The cheers and applause at White Hart Lane were like a roaring tsunami.

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

Maguire completely forgot the details of his forward run to participate in the attack, and he pounced on Li Kang in front of Morata!

Arsenal teammates swarmed up to celebrate wildly.

"Li, you're too handsome! It's a pity my sister is already married..."

"Let go of Li, come on, the boss's banana!"

"Can't you peel it for him?"

The joy brought by taking the lead in the North London Derby was higher than any moment in the Premier League.

Li Kang felt a little tired.

The Bale "Great Sage Descends" module put too much strain on his body, not to mention the consumption of his stamina, but it was worth it for a goal.

The team would take the initiative in the following games.

In a trance.

The phantom of the red and blue number 10 gradually condensed in the wind... eager to try, but unable to last too long, then dissipated.

Ronaldinho?

.....

In a corner of the stands.

A small cluster of Korean students couldn't hide their disappointment.

They were all there to support Son Heung-min, hoping to see their *oppa's* god-level performance after landing in the Premier League.

"Yuzhen, why are you still clapping so excitedly? Tottenham is behind!"

"Forget it, keep clapping. It's okay, experts say: Li plays so well, his ancestors were likely to have some connection with Korea!"

Son Heung-min's mood was a little complicated.

The frustration of losing the ball was mixed with a trace of guilt.

He didn't realize he had made a dangerous move on Li.

Alli gesticulated angrily at Eriksen, indicating that the latter's passing timing was not good enough.

In the distance.

Tottenham's backcourt was reflecting...

Vertonghen was apologizing to his partners.

Lloris kicked the goalpost twice in anger... How did he become the background for Li Kang's highlight reel again?

Tottenham fans were suffering.

Li Kang's lightning speed from the backcourt... was very similar to White Hart Lane's former darling: wearing the number 3 jersey, the full-back Bale!

.....

Madrid.

The atmosphere was heavy.

Bale looked conflicted and remained silent.

He never expected... Li Kang could be like himself from a few years ago?

The distance of the ball control.

The pace.

The running posture...

The quiet study was only filled with the sound of the pen tip scratching against the paper.

After a moment.

Modrić put down his pen and smiled, "I can't wait to meet Arsenal in the Champions League Round of 16, but the group first avoidance rule... It doesn't matter, Real Madrid has plenty of time to study Li!"

......

The game restarted at the center circle.

Kane passed the ball back to Dier.

"Arsenal has taken the lead, and they will slow down the pace in the following time and maintain a low defensive position. There are only a few minutes left in the first half."

"Oh! Still going for a head-on attack?"

"The smell of gunpowder in the North London Derby has not dissipated!"

In the shot.

Arsenal's midfield and frontcourt still crossed the center line generously and continued to counter-press.

.....

The ball came to Vertonghen's feet.

Tottenham's coaching staff had not yet transmitted the signal for tactical adjustments.

Welbeck, eager to prove himself, rushed forward frantically.

Although this guy was a bit of a mess, his attitude in the game was very positive, and he had been running and putting pressure on the entire first half.

Vertonghen looked very calm.

He was not in a hurry to use the anti-pressing advantage of a left-footed center-back.

Without panic.

He gently pulled the ball back.

Calmly resolved the Arsenal striker's pressing.

Tottenham's coaching staff had not yet transmitted the signal for tactical adjustments.

Vertonghen methodically searched for his teammates in the frontcourt.

With a snap.

The ball soared into the sky again... flying towards the frontcourt.

"Oh, this ball is out of bounds!"

"Understandable, not every player has the passing accuracy of Xavi, Pirlo, Kroos, Li Kang, Çalhanoğlu..."

"Arsenal regain possession!"

Monreal threw in the sideline ball.

Xhaka squeezed away Alli with his back, and lifted his foot to pass.

Since coming to the Premier League and becoming a hard worker, the audience didn't remember that this guy was also a controlling midfielder in Mönchengladbach and had first-class connecting ability.

The Arsenal coaching staff hoped that he could become a tough and flexible defensive midfielder.

It was gratifying that after Xhaka landed in the Premier League, he didn't know what he ate, but his body flexibility became higher and higher, indirectly reducing fouls in defensive confrontations.

...

The ball flew cleverly to the safe area diagonally in front.

Cazorla easily unloaded the ball and rushed towards Tottenham's backcourt.

"Arsenal's midfield configuration is working well."

"Wow!"

"Perfect *油炸丸子* (Youzha Wanzi, fried meatball), the Gunners master is teasing Wanyama!"

"Supernatural ambidextrous dribbling skills!"

"You have to play like this after taking the lead!"

"Arsenal, the king of smooth games!"

Facing Wanyama's fierce rush!

Cazorla swayed his body and smeared it to the right!

In the blink of an eye.

A push with the inside of his right foot!

The ball rolled to the left front!

Cleverly avoided the big black leg stretched out by Tottenham's defensive midfielder.

Another gentle push with his left foot!

*Youzha Wanzi*!

The audience subconsciously raised their palms... before the cheers could sound.

*Ping!*

The close-up sound equipment transmitted a burst of intense hand-to-hand combat sounds.

Cazorla suffered an attack from behind... and fell painfully on the turf.

*Beep!*

The referee blew his whistle and pulled out a yellow card for Son Heung-min!

The Korean king spread his hands, looking innocent.

"Well... there's no problem with this tactical foul."

"The action is a bit big."

"If Cazorla successfully passes Wanyama, Tottenham's defense will lose protection!"

"The elegant Wenger is complaining to the fourth official."

"There is very little time left in the first half."

Pochettino was enduring.

The halftime break was coming soon.

Tactical adjustments must be made in the second half.

...

Livestream

-【Son Heung-min, the Yue Buqun of football! (a treacherous character in a wuxia novel)]

-【I admire the way he pulls up his opponent with an innocent look after fouling.]

-【There's no choice, he has to perform well at home. There are many players on Tottenham's bench who can replace him now.]

-【Son Heung-min has high growth potential, and he may become a superstar in the future.]

-【No problem, his defensive attitude is very positive. He has to play like this if he wants to gain a foothold in the Premier League, otherwise how will he compete with Lamela for a position?]

-【Trading a yellow card for a defense isn't a loss, right?]

-【Stop defending him, Cazorla is so pitiful, how come he gets taken down every game?]

-【Why don't they try to invade Little Li...]

....

Li Kang still found it difficult to deal with Tottenham's "front and backcourt disconnection" tactic.

But the team was currently in the lead.

His active area was also getting deeper and deeper.

Facing a team like Tottenham, taking a low defensive position after taking the lead was equivalent to giving them a chance to equalize.

Attack.

Only offense can curb Tottenham's counterattack and curb Bielsa's radicalism.

Free kick from the forty-meter area.

Xhaka directly took it quickly.

The ball once again found Bellerín in a safe area.

The latter didn't think at all.

After unloading the ball and making slight adjustments, he kicked hard, lobbing it towards Li Kang at the arc of the penalty area!

Tottenham's defense line was on high alert.

Toby tried to seize the landing point, but found that the Arsenal number 10 in front of him did not move.

He was a Western European man with a height of nearly 1.9 meters and a weight of 192 kilograms!

"Wonderful chest stop."

"Arsenal's frontcourt has four attacking points!"

"Let's see how Li Kang handles it!"

Goalkeeper Lloris's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly adjusted his position.

White Hart Lane was plunged into fear again!

.....

From God's perspective.

Li Kang couldn't find a chance to turn around and shoot from distance.

Toby was clinging to him.

Vertonghen's blocking position was perfect.

But it also exposed the gap on the wing!

It didn't matter.

He and Xhaka had eaten "Vieira's Big Sausage"!

...

Arsenal's number 10 leaned his body back.

Putting more pressure on Toby.

Then, quickly adjust the orientation of the body!

He rubbed his left foot on the ball!

In the sky above Tottenham's penalty area, a graceful arc was outlined!

The ball passed over Walker's head.

Plummeting towards the right side of the penalty area!

Morata's figure appeared miraculously at the landing point!

"When did he pull to the wing!"

"Welbeck appeared at the twelve-yard spot!"

"Exquisite cross-switching!"

"Tottenham is in danger!"

...

Morata vaguely realized something was wrong.

Reviewing the previous Premier League games.

As long as he and Li Kang appeared near the opponent's penalty area at the same time...

His brain seemed to be enlightened, and he could subconsciously find the most reasonable "fatal pass" route!

He even often had the illusion that Li Kang turned into a curly-haired hairstyle.

Well... it's a bit like that old guy Platini when he was young...

Bah, bah, bah.

The Spanish striker decisively discarded the messy thoughts.

The moment the ball fell.

Morata raised his right leg.

Low cross!

The ball was swept into Tottenham's penalty area!

The White Lily center-backs didn't have time to react: How many people in the Premier League can cross without adjustment!

Welbeck was eager to try! Sanchez helped him take away Dier!

He suddenly plunged forward.

Appearing at the ball's route at the right time.

The shooting space was extremely wide!

Come on!

The opportunity to prove himself was here!

What way should he shoot?

A rocket!

Rocket!

Nothing exploded.

"Oh!"

"Welbeck kicked the air!"

"Wasting an excellent scoring opportunity..."

At White Hart Lane, tens of thousands of spectators were almost out of breath!

Lloris's heart... was turned upside down.

Morata held his head in his hands: He didn't pass the ball to Little Black Egg at all!

Bould was so angry that he pounded the turf.

Pochettino was surprised and happy.

...

The ball hit the inside of Welbeck's thigh.

Bouncing towards the back point... which was exactly where Li Kang was.

The bouncing trajectory made it difficult for him to shoot directly.

In his vision, the red and blue number 10 phantom, eager to try, condensed frantically in the wind at an incredible speed...

Toby and Vertonghen finally reacted and quickly double-teamed.

The two Belgian strongmen sandwiched him from front to back!

Their combined weight was more than 380 pounds, and they couldn't wait to sandwich the Arsenal number 10 into a meat pie!

The next moment.

An unbelievable scene was born.

Li Kang stretched out his left foot and flicked the ball bouncing in the air!

Then turned around!

Vertonghen lunged at air!

Toby was very calm and didn't continue to sandwich, but blocked the opponent's shooting angle after turning around!

But.

Arsenal's number 10 showed a body flexibility that ordinary people couldn't reach.

That right leg raised high.

Made it difficult for goalkeeper Lloris to judge the direction of his shot for a while.

How would Li attack?

Could it be...

The picture seemed to freeze.

Time seemed to solidify.

A strange sense of anticipation arose in the hearts of Tottenham players...

...

The moment Li Kang turned around and completed the bicycle kick.

The picture shattered.

The river of time flowed again.

*Pa!*

The instep of the foot touched the ball.

The devilish arc... instantly tore through Tottenham's last line of defense.

Lloris was stunned.

He believed that even the top goalkeepers would find it difficult to react at this moment.

The only thing he could do was: watch the ball stir up the white net...

0:2!!!

"The ball is in again!"

"It's Li Kang again!"

"It's a flick and a shot again!"

"Elegant!"

"Agile!"

"Scored twice!"

"In the last ten minutes of the first half, the North London Derby, which was in a stalemate, ushered in a dramatic scene!"

"Tottenham, who were evenly matched with Arsenal, suddenly collapsed!"

"Welbeck's god-level feint assisted the ball!"

"Li Kang flicks the ball, turns around, and side-hooks!"

"Extremely exciting passing and shooting performance!"

"The two have a tacit understanding!"

"Arsenal, expanded the lead!"