Chapter 1 The Player Tunnel

The player tunnel.

The atmosphere was heavy.

This match was a do-or-die situation in the truest sense for the Barcelona players.

Iniesta tried hard to control his emotions, smiling as he greeted Li Kang: "Li, long time no see..."

He couldn't go on.

Barcelona was in a passive position, so how could they be qualified to mention villages, bonds, or partners?

Pique frowned, silent.

Busquets' gaze swept across the Arsenal lineup, and his tense expression eased slightly: it really is a weakened team...

Messi's eyes were firm, staring straight ahead.

If miracles have a color, it must be red and blue!

Li Kang bent over and adjusted his shin guards, not particularly fond of the hairspray smell that Maguire "grabbed" out.

Old Ma's original words were: "Barcelona players will be dizzy from a strong fragrance."

The system prompt sounded quietly.

[Ding, mission triggered: If Miracles Have a Color.]

[Mission Brief: Listen up, you are about to face the universe team in its final glory! Many years later, people will remember this "Emirates Stadium Miracle"! Arsenal has already qualified... Enjoy the game and become a witness to history!]

[Mission Reward: Messi Platinum Treasure Chest!]

As the season progressed, Li Kang paid less and less attention to the content of the "brief."

He usually judged the difficulty of the game based on the reward.

Messi's treasure chest?

...

A biting cold wind.

Bould jogged to the command area.

"Boss, Li is wearing a long-sleeved jersey, and his sliding pants are on too. Our floor heating system is working perfectly."

Wenger nodded, adjusting his red tie.

His expression was slightly bitter.

With qualification assured, the Arsenal manager didn't want to be thrashed by Barcelona either.

On the other side.

Enrique paced back and forth.

Back then, in order to get rid of the "dog-leash champion" title, he invited many friends in the football world to help him argue in front of the media.

"Enrique is a famous coach."

"A set-piece master."

"The founder of the peak Dream Team dynasty."

Why was Barcelona stuck in a quagmire?

After a few league games, he found the key to the problem: he couldn't stick to his long-pass counterattack tactics anymore!

A life-or-death battle.

They couldn't lose.

...

The referee team led the players from both sides out of the tunnel.

The Emirates Stadium erupted in a tsunami of cheers.

The spotlights shone on the green field.

A huge "Champions League Star Logo" was reflected in the center circle!

"Can Wenger defend his home ground tonight?"

"Let's wait and see!"

"Now, let me introduce the starting lineups of the two teams."

"Arsenal's formation is 3-5-2!"

"Goalkeeper: Cech!"

"Defenders: Monreal, Maguire, Holding."

"Midfielders: Chamberlain, Xhaka, Li Kang, Cazorla, Gibbs."

"Forwards: Giroud, Morata."

Live broadcast room.

The number of viewers was increasing.

-[As expected, no matter how many defenders the Professor stockpiles, it's not enough for the injury wave to ravage! Monreal has even started playing center back!]

-[The Professor said in an interview with *4-4-2* at the beginning of the season: He would let Monreal try playing center back, saying that he might become a top European left center back in the future!]

-[Can this defense hold on?]

-[Barcelona is fighting for its life, Arsenal has already qualified and their fighting spirit is questionable!]

....

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

"Goalkeeper: Ter Stegen."

"Defenders: Pique, Mascherano, Umtiti."

"Midfielders: Iniesta, Busquets, Rakitic, Roberto."

"Forwards: Neymar, Suarez, Messi!"

-[I don't believe it, can't this lineup qualify?]

-[Messi and Iniesta were seriously injured some time ago, and Busquets and Mascherano also missed many games. It's not easy to get this full lineup together.]

-[Arsenal is done for, I predict 0:6! The sky over London tonight is red and blue!]

-[Messi's full-strength Barcelona gives people so much security!]

...

VIP box.

Barcelona president Bartomeu, went on the expedition with the team to supervise the battle himself.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't be standing at this moment.

Just because the person sitting next to him was the Saint of Football.

"Teacher Cruyff, I am very confident in this game, and I am also preparing in advance to negotiate with Arsenal about Li returning to the Camp Nou!"

Cruyff shook his head: "He doesn't need to return to the Camp Nou."

Bartomeu's smile froze, and he said: "That's right, Barcelona doesn't need to strengthen! Li is still very young, and the loss in this game will make him more humble."

For a moment, no one denied this view.

Barcelona's lineup against your weakened Arsenal team, even if they can't create a massacre, winning is still no problem.

No.

It must be a massacre.

Only a massacre can gain a goal difference advantage and qualify!

Gunners, welcome Barcelona's fierce offensive!

The Emirates Stadium will wail tonight!

...

With the referee's whistle.

The game officially began.

Suarez kicked off and passed the ball back to Iniesta.

Arsenal's midfielders and forwards quickly rushed past the center circle.

Enrique pressed his hands down, trying to get his players to stabilize the rhythm.

The ball was passed quickly and slowly in Barcelona's half, advancing steadily.

"Barcelona's passing and control is the best defense."

"La Masia's football philosophy! They practice it day after day from a young age..."

"Oh no! They lost the ball!"

"Li Kang's explosive speed in that steal...it's terrifying!"

Rakitic misjudged.

He never expected Li Kang's explosiveness to be so amazing.

The distance between them was clearly still a meter!

There was plenty of time to get rid of him!

He had even designed the passing route after getting rid of him in his mind.

He staggered and tried to get the ball away.

Halfway through.

The ball was intercepted.

...

Barcelona fans exclaimed!

Arsenal fans cheered!

Enrique's face was ashen.

Wenger looked incredulous.

Arsenal's number 10 on the green field didn't slow down his pace at all after completing the steal.

Swift as the wind.

"Unbelievable!"

"How can Li's speed be so fast!"

"Giroud and Morata are about to lose his pace!"

"Busquets' prediction and positioning are very accurate, he deserves to be the world's number one defensive midfielder... wow!"

...

Busquets' brain was running fast.

His reaction was quick.

He quickly adjusted his position, blocking Li Kang's path forward.

'Arsenal only has three players involved in the attack for now.'

'Li is disconnected from his midfield teammates.'

'As long as I limit his speed and others cut off his passing connections... everything will become very simple.'

'Next...it will be simplifying the complex!'

The moment they got close.

Barcelona's defensive midfielder stretched out his right foot.

The interception timing was very precise.

The speed of his foot was extremely high.

Clang!

The close-up sound equipment made a muffled sound.

The "World's Best Defensive Midfielder's" face was pale and struck by lightning.

His whole body felt a terrible force, and he was instantly overturned!

Tiger Tank!

...

Tens of thousands of spectators at the scene were stunned!

Opening steal?

Breaking through Barcelona's midfield defense in seconds?

What kind of monster is this?

The Arsenal jersey fluttering in the wind... Red and white? That's the color of miracles!

Straight to the heart of the enemy!

"Li Kang has transformed into a heavy tank!"

"Heart-stopping impact!"

"Too scary!"

"Can Barcelona's defense stop him?"

"He can pass the ball!"

...

Li Kang didn't pass the ball.

The burly phantom in his vision dissipated with the wind.

In the God's perspective.

Roberto and Rakitic were chasing closely behind.

Pique and Umtiti cut off his passing connection with Morata and Giroud.

Directly in front of him, Mascherano was watching intently.

The universe team's counter-grabbing interception system?

Not the first time experiencing it!

...

"Mascherano's height is not an advantage compared to other center backs."

"But his defensive coverage is excellent, and his lateral movement speed is very fast!"

"His tackling ability is the best in Europe..."

"Huh?"

"He's still suffering from the height disadvantage!"

While running, Li Kang lightly flicked the ball with his left foot!

Precise footwork!

Indirectly giving him the ability to complete accurate passes and catches at high speed!

The ball lightly skimmed over the Argentinian's head.

Mascherano's turning speed wasn't just for show, it was several levels better than center backs like Maguire and Pique!

Instead of exclaiming like the audience, he turned around immediately!

While chasing back, he firmly blocked Li Kang's position!

A Tottenham center back would fall for your flick-over dribble?

A Barcelona center back won't!

Then.

Mascherano looked regretful.

The terrifying force coming from behind made him stagger two steps.

It was precisely these two steps of center-of-gravity adjustment... that caused the Barcelona defense to show signs of loosening!

"Wow!"

"Li Kang got around him!"

"What kind of explosiveness is this? The change in body lean in a small area... the adjustment speed has reached an extremely exaggerated level!"

"A taller version of Sanchez?"

"One-on-one!"

"Without stopping the ball? He's going to shoot!"