Barcelona, northeast.

Outside a tombstone in the suburbs of Peralada.

A number of staff members wearing Barca team emblems gathered.

A string of numbers was clearly visible on the tombstone.

1968-2014.

Two azure-winged magpies hopped incessantly on the dry branches.

The autumn wind was bleak.

Aunt Sofia unwrapped a candle, asking with doubt, "Didn't Enrique and Unzué come?"

Roura, the youth training director, shook his head, "They have to prepare for the Champions League in two days."

"What about Guardiola?"

"He'll only come secretly by himself!"

"What about Mourinho?"

"That guy doesn't dare come."

"What about the big-name players from the first team? Xavi can't make it back from the Middle East, why didn't Piqué and Busquets come?"

"They won't be here until the middle of this month."

Roura swept away the fallen leaves around the tombstone.

He lit the candles.

Aunt Sofia put down the flowers.

An elder, holding heavy books, chanted poetry in Catalan.

Everyone began to mourn in silence.

....

After a long while.

Everyone began to pack up, preparing to leave.

Aunt Sofia suddenly stopped, "Vilanova said before he died... what number '4' in La Masia's history was our Li?"

Roura's expression twisted for a moment before he said, "Don't worry about it, he hadn't been diagnosed with his illness then, he just wanted to trick people into buying him drinks... he said the same thing to little Dennis's parents!"

Aunt Sofia smiled, seemingly not caring.

La Masia's number 4 position.

It doesn't refer to the jersey number.

It originated in the late 1960s, from the "Total Football" system proposed by Michels.

1974, the World Cup Final.

The peak duel between Cruyff and Beckenbauer.

Promoted the revolution of modern football.

Total Football and the libero tactic spawned dozens of variations, gradually becoming a thing of the past.

In 1987, Michels led the Dutch team to win the European Cup with an unsolvable record.

The first perfect "number 4" appeared before the world, Rijkaard.

He was Völler's lifelong enemy as a player.

In 1988, Cruyff took over Barcelona, he promoted a teenager from La Masia youth training camp, and transformed him into La Masia's first "number 4", Guardiola.

In 1997, Van Gaal coached Barcelona, he gave the "number 4" greater freedom.

On the basis of offensive football, the old Van waved his hand and abandoned the 4-4-2 double-chain formation that Cruyff had transformed for many years, creating the 4-3-3 era.

He sacrificed the defensive intensity of positional warfare and enhanced the pressure on the frontcourt.

Enrique was kicked to the side back by him.

Mourinho was promoted from translator to first assistant coach by him.

He discovered La Masia's second "number 4" in the youth training camp, Xavi.

It's just that this "number 4" is a bit different from his predecessors...

....

The story that followed.

Was well known.

In 2001, the echelon coach Vilanova found a perfect candidate who was very close to the "number 4" position, Fabregas.

Two years later, Wenger welcomed this La Masia genius who liked the number 4 jersey to Wembley.

Since then, Arsenal's bond with "4" has never been broken.

In 2003, the first-generation number 4, Rijkaard, coached Barcelona, he found that "number 4" Xavi was too soft, not as tough as he was back then!

No, he couldn't let Xavi play so tired! He wanted to release him!

He dismantled it with a wave of his hand!

The functions of the "number 4" were divided into three!

Deco + Iniesta + Xavi!

Barcelona's first midfield trident was born!

In 2007, Rijkaard discovered Yaya Touré and treasured him!

This big black guy was tough enough!

Barcelona's second midfield trident was born!

In 2008, Guardiola defeated Mourinho and became the head coach of Barcelona's first team.

Yaya Touré was frozen.

Busquets took the top spot.

In 2009, Barcelona's peak Dream Three era began!

"Harvey Bai Bu" overpowered Liverpool's three top midfielders and was known as the "first midfield combination".

.........

Camp Nou training base.

Barca stars were conducting a split-team scrimmage on the training field.

Assistant coach Unzué hesitated for a moment before complaining, "Barca is becoming more and more like Atletico Madrid."

He was a meritorious goalkeeper in Barca's history and wouldn't hold back from the head coach in private.

Enrique couldn't help but laugh, "Could it be that without Xavi, I should treat Messi as Xavi? Sacrificing part of the midfield's ball control transition to gain more attacking space for the forwards, that's the tactic that best fits Barca!"

Unzué shook his head, "Leverkusen's midfield toughness..."

Enrique interrupted, "Then we'll use the set left by Vilanova to deal with them! Don't think too much, Leverkusen can't escape from the Camp Nou unscathed!"

"Beautiful!"

"Did you see that? Rakitić has integrated into Barca so perfectly! His protection of the right flank is too strong!"

"La Masia's number 4? I dream of... Barca giving birth to a genius player who fits the template out of thin air, but that's very unrealistic!"

..........

The scrimmage ended.

Mascherano threw a dry towel to Messi, saying, "Leverkusen's Lee Kang, he's very strong in physical confrontation! His explosive speed is very fast!"

Piqué nodded seriously, "His only weakness is ball control, and his feel for the ball... I'm talking about the rhythm of his touches, and his ability to combine man and ball, his dribbling poses no threat to Barca's midfield and backfield!"

Iniesta frowned, "I've watched Leverkusen's recent game footage, Bundesliga youth training, it really has a set! I didn't expect Lee Kang's progress to be so surprising."

Suárez murmured, "I've watched it too, his shoulders..."

Messi wiped his sweat without saying a word.

At the goal.

Barca's two goalkeepers, Ter Stegen and Bravo, were discussing something with gestures.

...........

Leverkusen training base.

Old Top and the coaching staff launched a heated discussion.

"Why did you put on the footage of last season's Champions League final? Juventus's set doesn't work!"

"Right! Watch Atletico Madrid's footage! That Simeone guy has a way of beating Barca!"

"Boss! Imitate Atletico Madrid's deep defense?"

"Right! Cut off Rakitić's touches on the right side! Drive Iniesta to the side with a narrow field of vision!"

"Boss! But Barca has Messi..."

"Use a dense cross-defense to limit the close-range short passing points in Barca's frontcourt!"

"Squeeze their space!"

"Boss! But Barca has Messi..."

Dino repeated weakly.

Old Top was about to go crazy.

Messi...

Can Leverkusen's defense limit Messi?

If Barca didn't have Messi, it wouldn't be so difficult at all.

In 2015, the dominance of the peerless double pride continued to be terrifying.

C Ronaldo suffered a serious injury two years ago, and there was no more Golden Edge Ronaldo in European football.

But not long after, another type of super shooter emerged!

.....

Two days later.

The Champions League group stage arrived!

Lee Kang and his Leverkusen teammates boarded the plane to Barcelona.

The atmosphere was a bit heavy.

The opponent was not only the defending champion, but also the creator of the Leverkusen massacre.

If they experience another massacre at the Camp Nou.

The consequences were unimaginable.

Kramer's expression was relaxed, "Why are you not talking, Barca is not difficult to deal with! I played against Messi in last year's World Cup final!"

Havertz retorted, "But you were being completely crushed by Messi! The German national team has Neuer, Lahm..."

Leno's face turned dark.

Jonathan Tah and Papadopoulos. Looked embarrassed.

Everyone laughed.

Covering up the haze in their hearts, swept away.

Lee Kang was wearing headphones, holding a tablet computer, watching Barca's recent game footage.

........

The perimeter of the Camp Nou stadium.

A sea of red and blue.

Media reporters from all over Europe walked through the streets and alleys.

"Lee Kang's performance in the Bundesliga is great, the Camp Nou welcomes him home! The winter transfer window is not far away!"

"7 to 1! 7 to! 7 to 1!"

"Rakitić's style of play consumes a lot of energy, he is often replaced around the 70th minute, Lee Kang is very suitable to be his substitute!"

"Lee Kang's appearance is more dazzling than his strength, it's a pity that he has a scandal with a thin Asian girl..."

A group of Barca female fans said seriously.

They were hot, and their gestures exuded youthful vitality.

Dragon Country live broadcast room.

-[This front reporter is sensible, he knows how to choose interview targets, the director should give him a bonus!]

-[I also don't understand, what will Leverkusen use to win against Barca?]

-[The hope of qualifying in second place is still very high, I hope a Chinese player can go further in this year's Champions League.]

-[Enrique's Barca, although the midfield control is very poor, the attack power of the front line is very fierce! Juventus killed all the way to the Champions League final last season without conceding a goal, right? They conceded three when they met Barca!]

The streets and alleys around Camp Nou.

It seemed that the sky had also turned red and blue.

Barca's team song floated in the air.

The media reporters searched for a long time and finally found a group of Leverkusen fans.

"Massacre? It won't happen again!"

"Don't ask about the small number of people! Most Leverkusen fans are gathered at the arrival gate! To welcome our heroes!"

"Lee Kang returning to Barca in the winter window?"

"What kind of nonsense questions are these?"

Accompanied by the Leverkusen fans' rage.

The media reporters began to flee in embarrassment!

...........

El Prat Airport.

Leverkusen players walked out of the arrival gate.

Outside the cordon.

Fans held up slogan banners.

Camera lights flashed.

Reporters rushed to hand the microphone to Old Top.

The microphones were printed with the logos of different German media.

They asked one after another, "Mr. Top! Will you break through the Camp Nou?"

The Afro-haired old man did not answer, but waved his arm!

Leverkusen fans instantly boiled!

In a trance.

The German reporters subconsciously handed the microphone to Leverkusen number 10.

Lee Kang smiled.

And walked away following the queue.

...........

Night fell quietly.

The Leverkusen club bus drove through the old city.

Lee Kang looked at the scenery outside the window.

With a green orange-flavored soda candy in his mouth.

The phone sent out bursts of message notification sounds.

He pressed the power button and put the phone into his backpack.