"Good evening, viewers, and welcome back."

"The players from both sides have returned to the field."

"In the closing stages of the first half, Spain took the lead."

"Neither head coach made any substitutions during the halftime break."

"Let's wait and see what tactical changes will be made in the second half!"

Beep!

With the referee's whistle.

The second half officially begins.

Brazil has possession.

Hulk kicks off, passing horizontally to Jonas.

Jonas's life experience is very surreal, belonging to a plot that 'even movies dare not film and novels dare not write'.

He was originally a university student majoring in pharmaceutics.

At the age of 20, by chance, he participated in a trial training for a Brazilian Serie B club.

From then on, he reached the peak of his life.

After landing in Europe, he even staged the second fastest goal in history in the Champions League!

The opponent was none other than Leverkusen.

...

Hulk twists his large buttocks and rushes towards Spain's half.

Jonas passes the ball back to Casemiro.

The Real Madrid defensive midfielder is very tired in the national team, and also has to undertake the task of organizing and connecting the team.

Brazil's midfielders and forwards sprint frantically.

Bang!

Casemiro leans his body and sends a powerful long pass.

The ball flies to the right side of Spain's half.

Willian, who was already in position, uses his chest to stop the ball while backing against Alba.

Koke's help defense is very timely.

It looks like he can steal the ball.

A burly and sturdy figure emerges.

Alves!

He shows agility and swiftness that is in stark contrast to his appearance.

He uses the inside of his right foot to poke the ball away first, leaving Koke to lunge in vain.

He then uses his left foot to accelerate along the sideline.

"Beautiful!"

"Some Spanish fans can't help but cheer, because Alves used to be a hero of this city."

.....

Dunga gestures wildly, directing his players to attack on a large scale.

Brazil's speed on the left is getting faster and faster.

Neymar and Willian switch positions.

Hulk pulls Pique away.

In an instant, they have entered Spain's territory.

...

Alves soon encounters Ramos's interception.

Without much eye contact.

The Brazilian full-back decisively passes the ball horizontally to the center.

Neymar steadily stops the ball.

Koke has returned to his defensive position.

He was once Atletico Madrid's most spiritual attacking player in youth training, and after being trained by Simeone, he raised the upper limit of his defensive interception ability.

"Koke's prediction and positioning are very accurate, and he is not in a hurry to tackle."

"He is waiting for Neymar to make a feint."

"The two sides have competed many times in La Liga and are very familiar with each other."

...

Neymar slows down slightly.

His hips sway gently.

Koke remains unmoved.

He is like a patient hunter, waiting for the weakest moment of the opponent's movement connection.

Snap!

Neymar takes a small hop step with his left foot.

Koke decisively leans to the left!

Just as he reacts.

Neymar unexpectedly completes an unbelievable movement in an instant!

He suddenly pushes the ball diagonally to the right with the outside of his right foot.

His whole person rushes past!

Koke loses his balance and is shaken to the ground!

"Wonderful step-over feint!"

"Terrifying rhythm, terrible combination of man and ball! Simple and efficient!"

"Neymar never plays fancy when the score is behind!"

...

At this time, Neymar's explosive speed is underestimated by the world.

He seems to be the water flow that breaks through the levee.

Let Brazil's attack open up the situation!

Willian, Marcelo, and Coutinho quietly widen the width while running forward.

Spain's defense is facing a formidable enemy.

Even if the Five-Star Samba is in decline, the impact of the attacking group is not bad.

...

At the Juan Stadium, the boos from the stands on all sides are getting louder and louder.

The fans in the city of Seville don't like Neymar very much.

On the sidelines.

Miniano trembles nervously, clutching the tactical board tightly.

Bosque sits calmly on the coach's seat, calm and composed.

Dunga frantically gestures on the sidelines, signaling David Luiz on the back line to press up as well!

....

Pique is still struggling with Hulk's big butt.

Busquets blocks Neymar's path forward.

The two Barcelona teammates know each other's characteristics very well.

Neymar tries to pass the ball to Marcelo.

But he realizes that Ramos has intercepted the pass.

But it doesn't matter.

The Samba superstar has the ability to solve the Barcelona defensive midfielder in front of him.

To break through Busquets, you just need to slow down the rhythm a bit...

Unless that kid Li Kang...

...

Busquets has a headache.

He can't defend Neymar who doesn't play fancy.

After a complex psychological game between the two.

He was shaken away by the opponent!

From the audience's perspective.

The Spanish defensive midfielder is like a fool standing still.

The Samba genius completes a free and easy slalom practice.

"Oh dear."

"Brazil's attacking space is out!"

"Excellent opportunity!"

...

Bang!

The moment Neymar tears through the defense.

Before he even stops the ball.

A black-haired figure pounces like a tiger.

The Samba genius couldn't help but shudder, as if recalling the good times at the Nou Camp.

The high-speed rolling ball is intercepted.

Li Kang and Neymar collide!

The latter falls heavily on the turf.

There is an uproar in the audience!

"The timing of the interception is perfect!"

"Li Kang stifled Neymar's every move in the back line!"

"Oh! The reason why Busquets didn't move was definitely to provide protective defensive interference for Li Kang!"

"The moment Neymar completes the breakthrough, the movement connection will enter a vacuum period."

"Li Kang is waiting for this opportunity!"

....

Neymar rolls painfully on the turf.

The referee doesn't react.

Dunga quickly turns his head and angrily protests to the linesman.

The Brazilian formation quickly retreats.

Is it in time?

It's not in time.

...

Nesta's Red and Black soul dissipates.

Ronaldinho's phantom appears.

The ball leaves Li Kang's left foot.

Spinning violently in mid-air.

Drawing a strange arc, bypassing Casemiro and David Luiz's heads!

Falling straight into the forty-meter area.

David Silva is not disturbed in any way and calmly unloads the ball.

All the members of the Brazilian team are dumbfounded.

What kind of pass is this?

"Demonic low, heavy long pass!"

"The landing point is too accurate!"

"Spain's attack is coming again!"

....

The Brazilian formation is in chaos.

The consequence of the entire army pressing forward is that their own half is empty.

After receiving the ball, David Silva turns around and starts to run wildly!

"One-on-one!"

"Oh dear, the speed is too slow!"

...

Is there a savior for Brazil?

Yes!

Thiago Silva!

The current "World's Best Defender"!

He calmly blocks the path of the Blue Moon magician, maintaining a subtle distance, stifling the opponent's passing route.

Perfect.

Textbook-style defense against a one-on-one.

'If I had been on the field back then, I definitely wouldn't have been 7:1 by Germany!'

Two seconds later.

The expression of the World's Best Defender freezes!

David Silva is actually standing still.

Between one stop and one retreat.

The passing space is out!

"Hey! Why did he stop? He wasted an excellent attacking opportunity!"

"This is a textbook-style negative example!"

"A big taboo!"

"Beautiful!"

"David Silva knows that he doesn't have a speed advantage, so he is waiting for his teammates to move forward!"

...

Brazil's retreat speed is very fast!

David Silva's pause attracts multiple players to double-team.

It looks like the ball is going to be lost!

With a crisp snap!

The ball flies out of the crowd!

Accurately crosses to the center!

An unmarked Iniesta moves into position.

One touch!

The trajectory of the ball is changed again!

Flying to the front left!

Cazorla arrives on horseback!

Balanced on both feet!

Lightning speed!

....

Juan Stadium, a cacophony of voices!

Miniano shouts excitedly, "We don't run fast! But we pass fast!"

Bosque nods with a smile: "Yes, even the counterattack is so gorgeous."

....

No one can stop Cazorla!

Unless Brazil's unknown little goalkeeper performs a miracle.

The Arsenal midfield maestro can't even remember Alisson's name.

"One-on-one!"

"This is the real one-on-one!"

"Cazorla's short-distance burst is unparalleled!"

The long-distance burst is not good.

That's what Alisson thinks.

He did a lot of homework before the game, cramming on the characteristics of every midfielder and forward in the Spanish team.

He roughly judged the opponent's speed and touching rhythm in his mind.

The Brazilian goalkeeper decisively attacks!

....

At the top of the penalty area arc.

It seems that the spotlight of the entire venue only shines on Cazorla and Alisson.

One tall and one short.

One big and one small.

One advancing and one retreating.

No one can guess what kind of tormenting psychological game the two have experienced.

"Aren't you going to shoot?"

"There's no shooting angle!"

"Hey? What's going on with the back pass?"

"There's no striker after all!"

Alisson is about to resolve the one-on-one and save the ball.

In his sight, that slender and delicate leg stepped on the front of the ball.

Snap!

Cazorla's heel bumps heavily.

The ball rolls lightly backwards.

The Brazilian goalkeeper is dumbfounded.

All the audience are confused.

One-on-one back pass?

What's going on?

Even if Morata were on the field, he wouldn't do this kind of fancy operation, right?

Dunga is overjoyed.

Miniano looks bewildered.

Bosque raises both fists!

....

The camera zooms out slightly.

Spanish No. 6, arrives against the wind.

The lament and joy of Juan Stadium are reversed at this moment.

In Li Kang's vision, the phantom wearing the red No. 7 jersey emerges.

Raul.

A fatal blow.

...

In the eyes of everyone in the audience.

Li Kang leans his body.

His right foot is slightly bent.

His left foot gently rubs.

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

The ball leaves the ground.

Lightly hoisting towards the Brazilian goal.

Alisson retreats sharply, trying to resolve the danger.

That's not the height he can reach by jumping.

The chance to save is on the goal line.

Only by rushing there can there be a last chance.

Unfortunately.

The arc of the ball falling.

Extinguishes all hope.

The Brazilian net is lifted again.

Alisson faces the goal, kneeling on both knees.

2:0!!!

...

"Impeccable parabola!"

"Too imaginative!"

"Unspeakable tacit understanding!"

"Flawless lob shot!"

"The ultimate use of local space!"

"The gorgeous counterattack of the strikerless formation!"

"You can never imagine what kind of unusual actions these magicians will make on the green field!"

"This generation of Spanish No. 6 makes people feel so strange!"

"Cazorla assists, Li Kang lobs and scores, Spain extends its lead!"

"The tacit understanding between them must have gone through thousands of difficult runs to create such a wonderful collaboration."

....

Live broadcast room.

Barrages like waterfalls.

-[It's back! I feel like everything is back!]

-[Is Spanish No. 6 considered a T0 player? The compatibility with Arsenal and Manchester City's core is amazing!]

-[Busquets's post defense creates a chance for Li Kang to steal, the tacit understanding is also very high.]

-[Yes, yes, yes! Little Li is our La Masia kid after all. During the attack, Xiaobai's transition pass is wonderful!]

-[Is Spanish No. 6 one level stronger than Leverkusen No. 10?]

-[Top old man, watch carefully and learn well, don't let Little Li work so hard when he returns to the club!]

-[There's no way, where can Leverkusen find Cazorla and David Silva?]

-[If they keep playing like this, Li Mingdeng will be the first yellow-skinned person to lift the World Cup sooner or later!]

-[The whole world still doesn't understand how to use Li Kang.]

-[By the time the experts understand, Li Kang will have retired. It's not that complicated, just release him!]

....

Cazorla turns around and excitedly gestures "gun" at Li Kang.

David Silva rushes forward and hugs him tightly.

Iniesta puts his hands on his hips, panting heavily while smiling.

Teammates surround Li Kang, taking turns high-fiving.

The home fans shout wildly.

Everyone is immersed in joy.

They see the hope of the Iberian Peninsula's revival in Spanish No. 6.

....

On the sidelines.

Miniano says excitedly: "Boss, we're leading by two goals, should we replace Li?"

Bosque looks up at the time on the LED screen and smiles: "No need to rush, let them slow down the pace a bit, just treat it as a practice match."

On the other side.

Dunga angrily kicks the coach's seat.

The Brazilian substitutes dare not speak.

"Good-for-nothings! A bunch of good-for-nothings!"

...

The ball is placed back on the center circle.

The fourth official raises the LED number plate.

"Brazil is going to make two substitutions!"

"Paulinho from the Southern powerhouse of the Chinese Super League replaces Casemiro."

"Augusto from the Northern powerhouse of the Chinese Super League replaces Jonas."

"These two adjustments should be to strengthen the midfield hardness... right?"

Dunga shouts at the two Chinese Super League players, bombarding them with words and constantly gesturing.

Paulinho and Augusto are his most ideal configuration for "Civilian Brazil."

....

The game continues.

Hulk kicks off, passing horizontally to Neymar.

The latter touches the ball once and passes it back to Augusto.

This midfielder obviously hasn't adapted to the local climate of Seville.

Facing the aggressive Cazorla.

His passing speed is half a beat slower.

The Arsenal master easily steals the ball.

"Oh dear, this ball was lost too casually!"

"Spain's gorgeous offensive is about to... why is it slowing down?"

...

The Brazilian formation retreats quickly.

After getting rid of the opponent's counter-attack, Cazorla passes the ball back to Li Kang.

Spanish No. 6 makes a gesture.

The teammates understand.

The rhythm of the game is like the Chinese Super League.

Extinguishing the enthusiasm of the fans in the stands.

Juan Stadium gradually quiets down as the ball slowly passes.

"Why are they starting to stroll?"

...

Augusto and Paulinho have good stamina.

They call out to their teammates and launch a frantic press in the frontcourt.

But they just can't steal the ball.

This generation of Spanish midfielders, each person's original breakout, vision, ball control, and passing are almost perfect.

Only Li Kang runs a wide range on the field. No matter which area of the green field he is in, he can always form a "triangular" passing space with two teammates.

Brazilian players, after fruitless pressing, gradually despair.

"Core play!"

"After tactical adjustments, 18-year-old Li Kang is actually the midfield leader of this Spanish team!"

"Open vision, natural positioning! The passing route is calculated like AI!"

"He is a bullfighter wielding a sharp blade and a red cloth!"

"He is a gift from God to the Iberian Peninsula!"

"Football is simple, but it is difficult to play simple football."

...

On the sidelines.

Miniano looks towards his own backcourt and says, "Boss, should we replace De Gea?"

Bosque nods: "Yes, don't catch a cold."