Azar's defensive attitude was very proactive.

His feet stomped hard on the grass.

Like wind-fire wheels beneath his feet.

He charged towards Leverkusen's number 10 without hesitation.

Even if it meant a foul!

He had to stop him from passing!

But his big butt was a step too late.

...

Thirty-meter zone.

Li Kang positioned his left foot.

Chelsea's defense was on high alert.

They couldn't help but recall that devilish arc from the BayArena.

The spacing between all the defenders in the penalty area shortened again.

Courtois took small steps, retreating to the goal line.

The Blues wouldn't repeat the same mistake!

Son Heung-min and Brandt split to either side, darting into the penalty area!

Thwack!

Not the high arc they expected!

In Li Kang's vision, the red and black soul burned fiercely!

Milan's number 10!

Rui Costa!

....

Under the night sky, Stamford Bridge seemed to flash with a dazzling silver light.

That extremely sharp diagonal pass.

Like a scalpel.

Deeply piercing Chelsea's "third line of defense."

"A work of art!"

"An elegant diagonal pass made with leisurely ease!"

"Concealed danger!"

The steel gate formed by Cahill and Terry was like soaked paper.

The two could only watch helplessly as the ball flew past.

So close.

Yet so far.

Left side of the small penalty area.

Son Heung-min miraculously appeared at the end of the ball's trajectory.

Ivanovic desperately tried to block.

....

VIP box.

Abramovich opened his mouth in surprise.

His breathing quickened.

His whole body trembled.

Like a refugee discovering an oasis in the desert.

....

"Beautiful!"

"A diagonal pass that precisely found the South Korean striker!"

"The perfectly weighted pass is so comfortable to receive!"

"Li Kang has created a golden opportunity for Son Heung-min to face Ivanovic one-on-one!"

Brandt pinned Azpilicueta.

Borges and Hilbert rushed to support.

Chelsea's midfielders and forwards quickly retreated.

Almost everyone was sprinting back into the penalty area.

The time and space left for Son Heung-min was limited.

Could he get past Ivanovic in such a confined space?

No.

Not every top-class full-back's defense is at the level of Marcelo or Alba...

Ivanovic was both offensive and defensive!

Son Heung-min didn't choose to break through.

He flicked the ball with his left foot.

Creating space between himself and his opponent.

He and the ball quickly approached the end line of the small penalty area.

Ivanovic was calm, he didn't follow too closely, he also had to guard against the South Korean's cutback pass!

Next,

Son Heung-min's actions surprised everyone!

Bang!

The football spun violently.

Starting from the end line, it drew a "C" shaped arc in the air above the small penalty area!

Soaring towards the far corner of Chelsea's goal!

A zero-angle shot?

Old man Toppmöller clutched his chest in excitement.

Dino's pen and paper fell to the grass again.

Hiddink's legs trembled.

....

Everyone stared blankly at the trajectory of the ball.

Unable to accept the reality before them.

The first half wasn't even over, and Chelsea were about to be two goals behind?

In Courtois' eyes, there was determination.

Apart from Messi, no one could easily breach the goal he guarded!

He leaped forward, stretching his body.

His platinum gloves forcefully cut off the beautiful arc!

Thwack!

The ball was blocked and flew outside the penalty area!

Son Heung-min looked dumbfounded.

"Wow!"

"An incredible miraculous save!"

"Courtois is indeed one of the strongest goalkeepers of the new generation!"

"The fight for this rebound is crucial."

"It could change the course of the game!"

...

Chelsea's midfielders and forwards retreated into position.

Leverkusen pressed forward with all their might.

Even Van the Van... plunged headfirst into the opponent's penalty area!

The crazy and aggressive tactical tendency baffled even the most critical experts and professors.

...

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, their eyes fixed on the trajectory of the ball.

The most crucial fight for the rebound.

If Chelsea got it, even a long punt could easily break through the opponent's backfield.

If Leverkusen got it, it would unleash a storm-like second attack.

In the shot.

Two figures appeared simultaneously.

White jersey number 10 and blue jersey number 4.

Li Kang and Fabregas.

Two talented midfielders who inherited the legacy of La Masia, both possessing vision and awareness that ordinary people could hardly match.

Who could win the rebound?

There was no need to ask!

Fabregas was 8 centimeters shorter than Li Kang!

...

Li Kang leaned against Fabregas with his back.

Standing still.

Waiting for the moment the ball fell.

A gentle touch of his forehead.

The indescribable force of the cushioning allowed the ball to stop quietly within his control.

In his vision, the phantom of Real Madrid's number 8 suddenly appeared.

Kroos.

...

Mikel's support defense came too late.

He couldn't stop the charging Li Kang!

Chelsea's defense was now in chaos.

They could no longer organize the despairing Mourinho-style bus.

Li Kang carried the ball to the right side of the edge of the penalty area.

A long pass motion with a small swing of his leg.

Made the approaching Terry unable to guess his intention at all.

Bang!

The ball lifted off the ground.

The flight direction, spin, height, and speed... were impeccable.

Cahill couldn't help but think of a military term: guidance law!

Precision guidance!

"Too beautiful!"

"A highly concealed long pass!"

"A weighted pass like a cruise missile!"

"He's using this method to inspect Chelsea's defense!"

....

Courtois adjusted his position, taking small steps.

His eyes were firm.

The same question.

I won't make a mistake!

...

Stamford Bridge, the noise gradually subsided.

As if the whole world was left with that

Van Dijk and Cahill jumped at the same time.

The ball suddenly plummeted.

Passing over their chests.

The Dutch center-back looked bewildered: This ball wasn't passed to me?

Finally.

The ball landed on the head of a lucky guy!

Then it bounced towards the lower right corner of Chelsea's goal!

The confident Courtois's pupils contracted slightly.

The direction of the shot was exactly the opposite direction he couldn't reach!

This time, Chelsea's goal was finally breached without any suspense!

0:2!!!

Jonathan Tah's expression was dazed.

He touched his small bald head, and then looked at the dust in his palm, before he dared to confirm that he had scored the goal.

Then he smiled like a two-hundred-pound child, jumping and running towards Li Kang.

...

"Stamford Bridge has fallen!"

"The ball is in!"

"The black center-back stood still, unmoving as a mountain, calmly heading the ball!"

"Leverkusen's aggressive offensive has once again yielded results!"

"The first half is not over yet, and Chelsea, who are sitting at Stamford Bridge, are two goals behind!"

"Even if you drank the strongest wine, you wouldn't dare to make such a fantastic prediction!"

"The mastermind behind everything is Leverkusen's number 10 youngster Li Kang, two valuable away goals!"

"A miraculously accurate long pass!"

"A terrifying hit rate!"

"An open field of vision!"

"He is the most perfect midfielder in the young generation of European football!"

"Li Kang assists with a long pass, Jonathan Tah shoots with a header on the spot! Leverkusen has extended its lead!"

Live broadcast room.

The barrage was like a blizzard.

-【Damn! Li Mingdeng is awesome, a ridiculously accurate pass, a human-shaped guided weapon!】

-【Don't just stare at the ball, pay attention to the replay, Li Kang's passing timing, position, and calf swing... are too concealed, making it impossible for Terry to defend!】

-【Jonathan Tah is very good, although his defense is terrible, but being able to blast this header on the spot shows that he is very calm and has strong judgment!】

-【Did the entire Chelsea team drink alcohol? Why is their state like sleepwalking, save me, all my happy beans have been smashed in.】

-【No way, are there still people who don't believe in Li Mingdeng now?】

-【Don't panic, Hiddink is messing around, bring on Diego Costa and Oscar in the second half, and they will equalize the score in minutes! Don't underestimate the Iron-Blooded Blues!】

-【Even if they equalize, Leverkusen will still advance, Little Li is too good, he created two away goals!】

-【It's difficult to equalize, Li Kang has destroyed Chelsea's defensive system, two fatal threatening balls have paralyzed the "bus", wait for the post-match analysis.】

....

Sideline.

Dino couldn't quite believe the reality before him, carefully savoring the offensive process: "Boss, you're right, we can't defend, we have to focus on the offensive end, around Li..."

Old man Toppmöller was celebrating when he suddenly saw a few figures emerge from the Chelsea bench.

Diego Costa.

Oscar.

Matic.

Were these three guys warming up?

Leverkusen's coach's dancing celebration suddenly stopped, his expression serious.

On the other side.

Hiddink's eyes were dull.

Two goals behind?

I just slightly modified Mourinho's tactical framework, and I'm two goals behind?

....

VIP box.

Abramovich looked complicated and asked, "Tell me, should I be angry now? Or should I be happy?"

The staff members were dumbfounded.

How could they answer this question?

Of course, you should be angry.

Leverkusen's number 10's value will definitely continue to skyrocket after this game.

It's hard to say whether he will be willing to come to Chelsea!

The oldest assistant quickly changed the subject, handed over a report, and said respectfully: "Boss, this is the list of candidates for the head coach for next season."

Abramovich glanced at it roughly and frowned: "Why didn't you write the constellations on it?"

...

In the huge Stamford Bridge, only a small cluster of Leverkusen fans could be heard cheering.

"Lee!!!"

"Leverkusenallez!!!"

The black center-back, who was nearly two meters tall, buried his small bald head deeply in Li Kang's arms.

Brandt and Havertz disgustedly wanted to pull the "black, strong, and tough" guy away.

Son Heung-min looked apologetic.

Leno also ran from his own goal to Chelsea's corner flag area.

A moment later.

All the teammates hugged each other tightly.

No pride.

No mania.

They had experienced the despair of the first leg.

They cherished the hard-won goals.

Advancing to the Champions League semi-finals was no longer a dream!

"Leverkusenallez!!!"

....

Courtois deflatedly threw his platinum gloves on the grass.

He walked outside the goalpost baseline and picked up a pair of green gloves.

Cahill and Terry didn't show any negative emotions.

In the process of running back to their positions.

The two covered their mouths and whispered about the next defensive work.

Curve cannon, devil curve, super straight pass, precision guidance, they had seen everything!

They didn't believe that Leverkusen's number 10 had any other means to blast open Chelsea's copper wall and iron wall!

Fabregas picked up the ball from the net and kicked it to Mikel.

....

"We see the fourth official raising the Led substitution sign on the sidelines!"

"Matic is coming on, it is expected that he will replace Mikel!"

"What? Replace number 4?"

"Replace Fabregas?"

Live broadcast room.

Duan Xuan and He Wei looked at each other.

A sense of joy inexplicably surged in their hearts.