The Brazilian players spared no effort in pressing aggressively in the frontcourt.

Initially, they firmly believed that they could disrupt Spain's rhythm in this way.

Just like in the 2013 Confederations Cup final.

But as time passed.

That suffocating rhythm and passing space extinguished the fighting spirit of the Brazilian team.

"The Brazilian team really can't win the ball."

"Running around in vain, ineffective movement."

"Apart from fouling, there's no other way."

Augusto and Paulinho were very melancholic.

Although the two had left the mainstream leagues, the indicators of their various abilities had not declined significantly.

The Brazilian coach's intention in letting them play was obvious: to strangle the opponent's midfield and contain Spain's passing game.

But how to strangle it?

The other side isn't playing the same kind of ball as us!

Fortunately, Thiago Silva was relatively rational, and he calmly directed the positioning and spacing of the defensive teammates to avoid Lee Kang and others penetrating the backfield with a long pass.

If we can't win, then let's lose with dignity.

If I were on the field, we definitely wouldn't have lost to Germany 7:1.

....

85th minute of the match.

From a God's-eye view.

The Brazilian team's formation was torn apart.

Lee Kang cut the ball with the outside of his left foot and turned around.

Easily getting rid of the Chinese Super League foreign aid.

Started to accelerate!

Not just the speed of running.

But also the speed of passing.

Cazorla, David Silva, Iniesta, Koke, Alba, Carvajal moved forward frantically.

And Ramos...

The football was passed smoothly between the red jerseys.

Like playing a cheerful Villancico pastoral song.

...

Tens of thousands of fans at the scene shouted in unison.

This is the beautiful football they wanted to see.

Dunga's face was pale.

Thiago shouted loudly to his teammates, directing the defensive runs.

But his voice didn't seem to keep up with the speed of the passing.

"Beautiful diagonal pass! Found Alba!"

"No obstacles encountered at all!"

"Because Lee Kang attracted most of the Brazilian team's defensive forces!"

"The space on the left is open!"

"Oh! The ball is knocked back to the center, Koke's timing for the back insertion is perfect!"

"Is he going to shoot? Thiago's block is timely!"

"A dashing flick pass!"

"The ball is back at Lee Kang's feet!"

Duan Xuan gradually became incoherent.

....

The edge of the Brazilian team's penalty area.

Lee Kang jumped lightly, letting Koke's pass go.

The whole person smeared into the small penalty area.

The football slid along the turf to the right side of the penalty area.

David Silva, who frequently switched positions, appeared in time and gently lobbed the ball!

"Unexpected!"

"But reasonable!"

"Ramos!"

The Brazilian Serie A goalkeeper - Alisson was completely dumbfounded.

Who said the Spanish team lacked high points?

Isn't there a center hidden on the defensive line?

...

The Brazilian penalty area was in turmoil.

Ramos overpowered Paulinho and jumped high.

He was about to head the goal.

The Brazilian coach felt like he had fallen into an ice cave.

Dunga stared intently at the frizzy-haired man who jumped a step late.

David Luiz!

It was too late to compete for the header, so he could only pin his hopes on blocking!

Pa!

Not the violent header he expected!

Ramos gently flicked his head.

The football was ferried to the right side of the small penalty area!

Dunga was dumbfounded!

Who the hell would have thought that a Real Madrid center-back would also integrate into this group of shorties' passing and control attack?

Everyone's eyes moved with the trajectory of the football.

Until they saw that black-haired figure.

The third high point of the Spanish team besides Ramos and Pique.

Lee Kang!

When did he run to that position?

Alisson didn't have time to adjust the blocking angle.

He could only watch helplessly as the football fell in front of the Spanish No. 6.

Empty goal!

...

Lee Kang stood on the spot and nodded his forehead.

The football flew softly towards the Brazilian goal.

Brushing the post.

Falling into the net.

Alisson slumped on the ground, with complicated emotions: This kid's header is really bad, but his positioning and timing are terrifying.

3:0!!!

"Here it comes again!"

"It's Lee Kang again, he killed the game!"

"It's still this kind of unreasonable, smooth, tacit cooperation!"

"The Spanish team's attack is not limited to the ground!"

"Ramos and Lee Kang make the team's attack more three-dimensional! Dominating the airspace!"

"A stunning header, straight into the dead corner, leaving the Brazilian Serie A's popular goalkeeper helpless and sighing."

"The score of 3:0 allows the Spanish team to avenge their previous defeat!"

"The European Cup will be in a few months, and European countries should hurry up and study how to deal with this Matador army!"

....

Livestream room.

The screen was filled with comments.

-[Lee Kang is awesome, 666, he only played for less than 50 minutes, and he created three goals alone! Solid core status.]

-[The tacit understanding between Lee Mingdeng and Ramos, it wouldn't be bad to go to Real Madrid next season, right? Leaving aside the system compatibility, the appearance conditions are hard enough.]

-[Duan Xuan is really good at boasting, can this be called a stunning header? But with Little Lee, Spain's offense and defense are as beautiful as a painting.]

-[Lee Kang's header and Morata's double weak feet are apples bitten by God.]

-[Happiness is always short-lived. After the game, he will return to Leverkusen. The bloody storm at Stamford Bridge awaits the Prince of North Rhine.]

-[Will the value of Thiago Silva and David Luiz fall?]

-[Looking at the replay of the goal, Lee Mingdeng's move to let the ball in front of the penalty area was really amazing! The Brazilian defense didn't react at all. By the time David Silva lobbed the ball into the penalty area, he had already run to the small penalty area! In the true sense of "passing the ball into the goal"!]

-[There is one more favorite to win this year's European Cup]

-[A European Cup with a hundred flowers blooming! Belgium, England, Germany, France, Italy... and Iceland, Hungary, Northern Ireland, etc. that qualified after the expansion, it's so cool!]

....

Lee Kang subconsciously touched his forehead.

He couldn't help but sigh: Heading really depends on talent...

The Juan Stadium suddenly boiled!

Spanish fans were proud and proud of Lee Kang's celebration.

Did you see it?

Our Iberian Crown Prince is celebrating!

Ramos was also patting his forehead, and vigorously put his arm around Lee Kang's shoulders.

His teammates surrounded him.

"Lee, I have a younger sister..."

"Forget it, your sister's ass is bigger than Lee's head!"

"Lee is only 18 years old this year, women will only affect the power of his header!"

"Lee, I have a son... what I want to say is, can I have an autograph!"

The veterans seemed to have returned to their youthful years many years ago.

At that time, the Spanish national team, whether they were Castilians, Catalans, Galicians, Basques... could all be kneaded into a whole for the sake of victory.

Neymar was annoyed.

The current Brazilian team only has a group of superstars.

Dunga's tactical system is completely incompatible with the overall characteristics of the players.

Still thinking about winning the Centennial America's Cup?

It will be a problem to qualify from the group stage!

....

By the side of the court.

Miniano raised his arms and shouted.

Bosque sat on the coach's bench, rubbing his big belly comfortably.

"We couldn't find Lee's instruction manual, but other teams in Europe don't know how to limit him!"

"If Fabregas and Diego Costa were on the field, maybe they would have sparked new sparks with Lee, but those two stinky boys always don't want to play in friendlies..."

...

The game restarted in the center circle.

The last few minutes.

The Brazilian team had no script to turn the tide.

The Spanish team controlled the rhythm of the game.

Augusto, who was eager to win, couldn't hold back.

His sportsmanship is very good.

Perhaps because of the inherent impression brought by the Chinese Super League, he subconsciously couldn't accept that Eastern players possessed such perfect skills and awareness.

The situation of falling behind by three goals made him full of negative emotions.

Chinese Super League players are selected for the Brazilian national team? Only when Dunga is in office will this become a high-frequency phenomenon.

Forty-meter area.

Lee Kang had just distributed the ball to Carvajal, who had inserted on the wing.

Augusto slammed into him fiercely.

The result is self-evident.

Bang!

The Chinese Super League general fell to the ground in pain and received a yellow card.

....

Beep! Beep beep~

Finally, as the referee's whistle sounded.

The whole game is over.

The broadcast in the sky above the Juan Stadium did not play the Spanish national team's anthem.

Instead, it was calling the name of the midfield supernova!

"Lee!!!"

Bosque led the coaching staff and raised their fists high.

Where you fall.

You get up from there.

Three years ago, in the Confederations Cup, they were in a slump and fell from the altar.

Three years later, someone picked up the sharp blade again.

The meaning of this international A-level friendly match is not only to avenge the Confederations Cup, but also to give all fans a shot in the arm!

The 2016 European Cup.

Spain is about to return to the top of Europe.