Chapter 1 The Live Broadcast

The live broadcast room.

The big screen replayed the entire goal sequence.

A dense barrage of comments filled the screen:

-【Didn't they say he was a classic attacking midfielder?】

-【Monster!】

-【Brutal Li Ming Deng, one against five!】

-【The French team didn't expect him to charge forward like that. A normal person would maneuver and find space to break through when surrounded like that, who would be so fierce and just charge straight in? That's why Kanté, who lost his balance while trying to steal the ball, was knocked away, and Umtiti, who was standing there stunned, was pushed aside.】

-【Pogba and Sagna's action rates didn't quite sync up.】

-【Their defensive strategy still isn't rigorous enough. Apart from the two full-backs, the French team's defense is too young. Their defensive experience and chemistry can't compare to Germany or Italy. Even Iceland managed to score two goals against them!】

-【I don't care, all I know is that Li Ming Deng is awesome. He devoured five little black eggs!】

-【The first half is about to end, is there still hope for those who bet on France?】

-【My 3:0... is two-thirds gone.】

.......

In the stands.

Arsène Wenger suppressed his inner excitement and clapped his hands lightly twice.

"Too amazing. Didier Drogba was the nightmare of Premier League defenders, and Li will be a shadow in the hearts of the French lads..."

"France's golden generation, born at the wrong time."

Zinedine Zidane couldn't help but sigh, "Deschamps can finally understand how we felt."

The Real Madrid coach still felt a little disappointed inside.

He was hoping that Li Kang would do another Marseille turn or dragonfly touch, displaying elegance and composure on the French night, and ultimately create a classic match with the French lads.

He didn't expect...

That kid scored two goals in the most unreasonable and domineering way!

....

On the green field.

Li Kang adjusted the shin guard on his left leg.

The shadow in his brain contracted frantically.

All his strength seemed to be drained, the price of using the cheat was a bit high.

Diego Costa, who was closest to him, pounced on him.

"Li, your style is a little bit like mine!"

Followed by Cazorla and others.

Iniesta and David Silva approached, carefully examining Li Kang's jersey, and asked worriedly, "Li, are you not injured? Do you feel anything wrong?"

David de Gea, who had sprinted all the way over, grabbed a bottle of water from the French team doctor's kit and handed it to Li Kang.

The Stade Vélodrome, for Spanish fans, felt like a wonderful holiday.

In most people's minds, the French team was the last hidden reef for the invincible armada to win the European Cup.

As for the winner between Portugal and Wales? They were just witnesses of glorious history.

...

Umtiti took a deep breath, the chest still has a burst of numb after the severe pain.

He regretted a little bit.

Clearly had a chance to become teammates with Li Kang...

If Barcelona faced this monster in the Champions League next season, what shape would the defense be tormented into?

Lloris looked dejected and helped Kanté up.

The latter staggered a few steps and waved to the team doctor, saying, "I'm fine."

Kanté was still shaken, he was very glad that he was short and weighed a little less… that unbelievable terrifying power was too shocking, and Li Kang's ability to adjust his center of gravity and play with the opponent's center of gravity in a short period of time… only Messi and Maradona could do that in this world, right?

The team doctor gestured to the sidelines to make a substitution.

The French team's coaching staff felt like they had fallen into an ice cave.

Sagna couldn't continue the game… this meant they had to passively use up another substitution spot!

They couldn't afford to be crippled again!

They couldn't withstand this kind of attrition!

Sagna was carried off the field on a stretcher, he endured the pain and waved to his wife in the stands.

Career and family, one of them could always make up for a wounded heart.

Pogba touched his groin and said unhappily, "You guys are really useless, four people can't defend against one! You have to block his passing lanes while keeping a little distance…"

He didn't get any response.

....

On the sidelines.

Deschamps quickly recovered, after all, he was the head coach of the national team, he couldn't show any sign of weakness, he patted Digne's shoulder vigorously and kept whispering, "Forget the score, we still have a chance! Participate boldly in the attack, and keep an eye on that kid when defending!"

Keep an eye on that kid?

Digne's mouth twitched.

He had witnessed Li Kang's terror when he was at Roma in the Champions League group stage last season.

On the other side.

Minaño said, "Boss, we're leading by two goals, should we bring on Piqué?"

Del Bosque shook his head:

"Facing Martial and Pogba... and that guy whose name is what?"

"Mbappé!"

"Right, we can't bring on another defender with slow turning speed!"

"The French team won't give up so easily!"

The Spanish coaching staff was well prepared, but they didn't know much about Mbappé, they only knew that the kid was very fast, as for dribbling and shooting? According to the data they currently had, it wasn't very high.

....

The game restarted in the center circle.

Giroud passed the ball horizontally to Martial.

The latter immediately passed it back to Pogba.

"The French team hasn't given up."

"In the final stages of the first half, they're still attacking aggressively!"

"Let's see if they can pull one back, the midfield and attack have the ability to do so!"

The Spanish formation steadily retreated.

Leaving only Diego Costa up front, the Chelsea striker was experienced and used both his hands and mouth to harass the French defense.

Koscielny tried to keep his partner calm.

The young Umtiti had never encountered such harassment with small movements and trash talk... his face flushed, his breathing became rapid, and he almost beat the man in front of him.

....

Pogba returned to the left half of the field.

This was his best position.

His 1.9-meter-tall golden ratio body, galloping across the green field with long legs, couldn't help but make the African people marvel at this great creation of the creator.

As long as he wasn't involved in defense, doing too much dirty work, and completely released his offensive abilities.

He was the strongest left midfielder of the younger generation.

The French team still revolved around Pogba to launch their attacks.

Evra, Matuidi and others maintained a distance where they could support him at any time.

Martial and the inserted Digne were pulling apart the Spanish right flank.

"The pace of the advance is very fast."

"Mbappé seems to be a little disconnected from the front line!"

"Pogba is very good at creating space in the front, the Spanish team needs to be careful!"

...

Thirty-meter zone.

Saúl and Cazorla rushed towards Pogba.

The French black player didn't pass the ball, nor did he use any fancy dribbling skills.

He flicked the ball with the outside of his right foot.

In the process of running diagonally, he forcibly squeezed away the strong Atlético Madrid youngster!

The French team was like a sharp blade, stabbing towards the ribs of the Spanish half.

"Beautiful!"

"Pogba seems to be saying: My body isn't bad either!"

"The diagonal outside acceleration run covers up the weakness of insufficient forward dribbling ability!"

"The midfield advance and escape is too strong, so the Spanish team didn't let Li Kang mark him man-to-man!"

"We can see that this generation of young players increasingly prefers simple ways to get rid of defenders."

"Need to make a fuss in the rib space."

"Look at this ball!"

"Hey, unexpectedly, a wide-range transfer to Digne on the right!"

....

Under the spotlight.

The pink mohawk looked extremely tough.

Pogba held off Juanfran with his back, dialed the ball with his right foot, and dodged Cazorla's chasing foot.

Pa!

The Spanish defense hadn't reacted yet.

The French genius black man sent a wide-range diagonal long pass in an incredible physical posture!

The trajectory of the football wasn't exaggerated, but the speed reached its peak.

Accurately falling to the right side of the Spanish penalty area.

Digne arrived quickly, comfortably stopped the ball with a lift of his foot, and faced Carvajal's press, he slightly dialed the ball back, and his upper body swayed slightly.

"Digne, a young player from Roma!"

"Very calm!"

"He is about to join Barcelona and is a full-back personally appointed by Enrique!"

"Unlimited potential!"

"In the future La Liga arena..."

Pa!

The Roma full-back decisively pushed the ball towards the baseline!

A black shadow flashed past!

Martial!

He didn't like playing on the right side, but his ability to get the ball and break through in the area near the baseline was very strong.

The Spanish defense quickly shortened the distance and moved into the penalty area.

In an instant, all the shooting angles of the Manchester United striker were blocked.

....

"Into the penalty area!"

"Is he going to take a shot himself? There's no space to shoot."

"Pass back in a triangle!"

"Very rare, Martial will pass the ball!"

"Oh no, Pogba is being watched again by Saúl and Cazorla, there's no chance to take a long shot!"

Pogba cursed Martial ten thousand times in his heart.

If Payet and Griezmann were there, there would be no need to play so complicated!

He forcibly withstood the Atlético Madrid youngster and the Arsenal master, stretched out his long legs, and pushed the ball to the inserted Kanté!

Long shot!

Or lob the ball to find Giroud!

Both could threaten the Spanish goal!

Don't let me down, you poor kid who grew up picking up scraps!

...

On the sidelines.

Minaño looked solemn.

Del Bosque frowned.

The Spanish team had analyzed the French team's offensive routines.

And separated Saúl and Cazorla to limit Pogba, while the others maintained their defensive formation...

Theoretically, the French team couldn't create much of a threat.

He didn't expect that Pogba's ability to get the ball in the left half and ribs was so perverted.

Another time.

Deschamps clenched his fists.

His heart was excited.

...

Kanté's mind was a little messed up.

He hadn't yet developed the ability to take long shots and high-altitude passes at this time.

《I added all the attributes to the steal value at the start, Pogba wants me to take a long shot?》

In times of crisis.

He saw a thin little arm asking for the ball.

Without thinking.

With a pa sound.

The football skimmed the grass and swept towards the left!

"Mbappé!"

"Mbappé, who is disconnected from the front line!"

"Oh no, Kanté's pass, I don't understand it!"

"There's no need to play so complicated, the overall offensive rhythm has also been slowed down."

....

Deschamps was about to be driven crazy, how great it would be if Matuidi was standing in that position.

The moment Mbappé stopped the ball.

San José decisively made a move, watching the football about to be poked away.

The thin little black egg, cleverly buckled the ball.

A natural movement, full of aura.

Barely avoiding the Spanish center-back's steal.

Mbappé slammed the grass, exploding with incredible terrifying speed in an instant!

Juanfran, who came to defend, had no time to stop him at all.

"Wow!"

"Beautiful!"

"Talent! The talent is simply overflowing!"

"A 17-year-old youngster from Monaco!"

"Mbappé!"

....

Iniesta and David Silva, who had recovered to the penalty area, quickly blocked!

The two people were not tall, their center of gravity was very low, and their chassis was very stable.

Even if they were not good at defending against tank charges, there would be no problem in restricting a thin fast horse.

At the same time.

Pogba got rid of the entanglement and inserted into the penalty area!

Giroud and Matuidi were also asking for the ball!

Including Martial on the right side of the penalty area.

And Digne, who pulled to the top of the arc to find space for a long shot!

The French team now had densely packed finishing points!

Mbappé didn't pass.

One shake, one buckle.

Accelerate again.

In an instant, he broke through Iniesta and David Silva's blockade!

"Too agile!"

"His secondary acceleration ability is amazing!"

"Continuous buckle to get rid of defenders!"

"One person blew up the Spanish defense!"

"Didn't blow up, Ramos and a few others are positioned very steadily!"

"Oh no!"

....

In the God's perspective.

Li Kang analyzed the most dangerous finishing point of the French team.

Slowly approaching the far post position, guarding against Mbappé's deadly pass...

Deadly pass...

No deadly pass...

Mbappé pushed the ball gently towards the baseline in the face of Ramos's blockade!

The whole person once again burst out with an unspeakable starting speed.

The whole audience was shocked.

Pa!

The football was lifted high!

Brushing the middle of the crossbar, it fell into the Spanish goal.

In the process, it was only lightly blocked by De Gea's gloves.

2:1!!!

The whole audience was in an uproar!

"Beautiful!"

"9 seconds!"

"It only took 9 seconds from Mbappé getting the ball to completing the shot!"

"Continuous buckle!"

"Weird acceleration!"

"Made the Spanish defense impossible to defend!"

"Inconceivable explosive finishing ability!"

"He helped the French team pull a goal back!"

"Tonight's Stade Vélodrome, the protagonists are not only Li Kang and Pogba!"

......

Beep! Beep beep~

The referee looked at his watch and blew the whistle to end the first half!

Pogba was dumbfounded.

Deschamps hadn't recovered from the shock.

The French players didn't even remember to celebrate for the first time.

That... that kid named Mbappé, was so strong?

Mbappé rushed to the corner flag area!

One emergency stop, stood still and crossed his hands in front of his chest!

Enjoying the applause and cheers of the entire Stade Vélodrome!

Pogba looked tangled...

Before the goal, he was still angrily scolding Mbappé for not passing the ball over, the far post position was clearly better.

He didn't expect that the child, who had been bossy for this period of time, slapped his face so hard.

...

De Gea explained helplessly, "My line of sight was blocked..."

Ramos looked apologetic, "I really don't know that kid's characteristics, it's too weird."

Li Kang touched his forehead.

God's perspective replayed the entire offensive process of the French team... It was Mbappé's offensive route.

Minaño said bitterly, "Boss, according to the information the coaching staff has, that kid's shooting and breakthrough ability is very average, only the speed is relatively..."

Del Bosque waved his hand:

"Now is not the time to say this, seize the time to adjust the defensive deployment."

"This goal conceded cannot be repeated."

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Live broadcast room.

Barrage flying.

-【This little ninja turtle is amazing!】

-【The speed and dribbling are too exaggerated, what template is it again?】

-【Will he be the strongest new generation striker after Messi and Ronaldo?】

-【Let you guys watch less Ligue 1, Thiago has suffered on this kid, but Mbappé's usual shooting is very garbage, he was a little lucky tonight!】

-【Not a big problem, the Spanish defense now understands his characteristics, as long as they slightly widen the defensive distance, they can defend against it! The key is to be careful of the connection between Mbappé and Pogba.】

-【If the French team focuses on the Spanish left rib in the second half, they are very likely to tie the score.】

-【My 3:0 is gone.】