Chapter 348 Lee is Arsenal's Hero

Many coaches, jokingly referred to by fans as "dog-leash champions," have a deep understanding of set-piece tactics.

For example, Enrique, who allowed Barcelona's set pieces to no longer be limited to ground coordination.

For example, Zidane, who took Real Madrid's set-piece tactics to the extreme.

However, Conte, a famous coach who leads the tactical craze, is not strong in set-piece tactics.

When he coached the Italian national team, he had a good assistant - Gianni Pio, that guy was a set-piece master, but unfortunately he was unwilling to follow Conte to Chelsea, and instead returned to being a bank teller.

"Conte, who was crazy for ninety minutes, now seems very calm."

"There is only one and a half minutes left in injury time."

"Can Chelsea seize the last chance to kill the game?"

The atmosphere at Stamford Bridge reached its climax.

Young fans sang the team anthem.

Older fans held their breath.

Čech calmly directed his teammates' positioning.

Arsenal only left Welbeck in the frontcourt, and even Morata and Giroud, two high points, retreated to the edge of the penalty area.

Koscielny and Diego Costa were "secretly competing."

At the free-kick spot, Willian raised his right hand high and began his run-up.

This Samba winger continued his terrifying free-kick threat from last season and was once called the "Willian Zone" by fans, but since his mother passed away last October, it has been difficult for viewers to see a smile on his face.

Beep!

The referee blew his whistle.

Willian began his run-up.

Thwack!

His right foot heavily struck the bottom of the soccer ball.

The game had only one minute left.

Willian's idol is Ronaldinho, and he not only imitates the elastico dribble, but also imitates the weird and erratic devilish curve!

Above Stamford Bridge, the trajectory of the soccer ball was fluttering, but it did not lose its speed.

All of Chelsea's attacking forces rushed madly towards their opponent's penalty area.

Arsenal players found it difficult to figure out which point the soccer ball was going to be passed to.

Ignoring Nesta's phantom's frantic roar, the shadows in Li Kang's brain spread wildly, and time seemed to be slowed down countless times.

Bullet time.

The Gunner Legend module was finally triggered at this moment.

All dynamic information in the God's perspective suddenly stopped.

All the noise in his ears instantly dissipated.

Immediately afterwards.

What he saw was a white, misty dotted line.

The area where it was falling.

It was the far post!

The river of time flowed again.

Diego Costa squeezed past Koscielny, preparing to jump.

An evenly matched terrifying force forced him to slow down.

Immediately afterwards.

In everyone's eyes.

The soccer ball was headed out by Arsenal's number 10.

Chelsea's extremely threatening attack came to an abrupt end.

At Stamford Bridge, the Chelsea fans' singing suddenly turned into exclamations.

"Unbelievable."

"Li Kang's defensive positioning is just like Müller's attacking runs! Always so unexpected!"

"His judgment of the landing point is too accurate."

Willian looked dumbfounded.

Conte, who had calmed down, slammed the mineral water bottle on the ground and went crazy again.

The soccer ball happened to land at Cazorla's feet.

The 33-year-old balance master used his last bit of strength and sent a ground pass under Mikel's interference!

The Gunners sounded the horn for a counterattack.

Chelsea players quickly retreated, but they couldn't catch up with the extremely penetrating ground pass.

Near the center circle.

Welbeck retreated slightly, with an eager expression.

When the soccer ball was about to roll to his feet, it slowed down.

His dark, long legs heavily nudged it.

And he started accelerating!

His posture was strong.

His strides were large.

Arsenal fans went into a frenzy!

There were only forty seconds left in injury time!

"Terry can't get back!"

"It doesn't matter, Chelsea still have Marcos and Cahill in the back!"

Welbeck didn't think.

His sprinting path was more inclined towards Marcos' side.

Pick the soft persimmon! (idiom for picking on the weak)

For a breakthrough path, target the worst player!

Chelsea's defense is the weakest at the moment, how can they stop me!

Let me be the finisher who seals the victory!

At the same time.

The Liverpool number 9 phantom in Li Kang's vision emitted a strong emotion.

The moment his feet landed, he seemed to possess endless power.

Torres.

Peak start.

Chelsea's half, forty meters from the goal.

Welbeck regretted it.

He found that Marcos was really not a soft persimmon.

The wing-back produced by Real Madrid's youth training had a terrifying turning speed.

Gradually.

Arsenal's little black egg forward was pushed to the wing by his opponent!

Marcos had a smug look on his face: Black people's brains are really like Kiko said...

Welbeck used all his strength, but still couldn't shake off his opponent, and Chelsea's retreating players were about to close in.

He slowed down.

A glance in his peripheral vision.

'Lee! Help me!'

Thwack!

The little black egg heavily chipped the ball diagonally behind him.

As if they were telepathic.

Arsenal's number 10 rushed over and took the ball in stride!

Unlike in the past.

The Torres module was very persistent this time!

"Beautiful pass!"

"Welbeck attracted the defense, and he created the offensive width when his teammates came up to support him, the passing timing was just right!"

"Li Kang!"

The commentator's tone was very excited.

But the Gunners' hearts were in their throats.

Willian and a large group of defensive players were chasing closely, they were only two or three body lengths away from Li Kang!

Cahill was intercepting head-on.

Marcos also quickly retreated to form the second barrier.

Conte roared frantically!

They couldn't let Lee get past!

On the sidelines.

Wenger prayed that his disciple would not be injured in the double-team.

Bould felt hopeless: How the hell can he get past? The opponent is Cahill!

The Torres phantom drifted away with the wind.

The AC Milan number 22 phantom frantically condensed.

In Li Kang's vision, the optimal breakthrough path naturally emerged.

The moment his left foot touched the ball again.

His stride increased.

Cahill's brain was in a mess: He hasn't faced a tall dribbling master for a long time... No, only one tall dribbling king has been born in soccer history!

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

The distance between Arsenal's number 10 and Chelsea's number 24 was getting closer and closer.

Cahill was lost in Li Kang's explosive speed and large strides.

Pause?

Change direction?

Secondary acceleration?

Pass?

He hesitated.

Hesitation leads to defeat.

He knew that no matter what defensive posture he made, the other party would always be able to take the initiative!

In a sense, that tall dribbling master in soccer history... deviated from the scope of the center of gravity contest of the dribbling essence.

Amidst exclamations.

Li Kang flicked the ball and changed direction to get rid of Cahill.

His speed didn't slow down at all.

Large strides.

Dribbling speed that made people's blood boil!

Sharp sprint!

The nightmare of defenders.

The nightmare of Marcos, the second barrier.

The excellent graduate of Real Madrid's youth training couldn't predict Li Kang's breakthrough route at all, he tried his best to adjust his position, but he could only watch Arsenal's number 10 rush past.

'When did he predict this raid route?'

Thirty meters.

Twenty-five meters.

Twenty meters.

Unstoppable!

There were only twenty-four seconds left in injury time!

Courtois looked serious.

Conte's eyes were dull.

The commentator was stunned, and a sentence naturally appeared in his mind: There is a white horse traveling alone in the mountains, its mournful cry will cause rivers to burst, its galloping will cause mountains to collapse.

At the top of Chelsea's penalty area arc.

Everyone's eyes focused on Li Kang and Courtois again.

The breathtaking large strides vanished in an instant.

Li Kang looked at the Chelsea goalkeeper who switched to a K-shaped blocking posture and swung his leg slightly!

Chelsea's retreating players followed closely!

Thwack!

It wasn't a shot.

Instead, it was a pass to Welbeck, who came up from behind!

"Fake shot and real pass!"

"Welbeck!"

The Arsenal little black egg had too good of a shooting environment.

No one was interfering.

Even Courtois was deceived by Lee and pounced towards the near corner!

An empty net!

Clang!

The soccer ball rippled Chelsea's net.

1:2!!!

Only twelve seconds left in injury time!

In an instant, all the cameras were shaking gently amidst the landslide and tsunami-like cheers of Arsenal fans!

"A last-minute goal!"

"A last-minute goal at the last moment!"

"Arsenal killed the game!"

"Incredible!"

"Unbelievable!"

"Li Kang strode forward, broke into the dragon's pool alone, and broke through the Blues' defense with a crushing force!"

"There is a white horse traveling alone in the mountains, its mournful cry will cause rivers to burst, its galloping will cause mountains to collapse!"

"A great long-distance run!"

"A shocking visual impact!"

"Clear recognition!"

"Legendary moment!"

"Time and space seemed to intersect at that moment!"

"Li Kang assists, Welbeck scores with a powerful shot, the two help Arsenal take the lead again!"

"This game has lost its final suspense!"

"The Premier League title has also almost lost its suspense!"

Livestream.

Barrages of comments were flying.

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[Milan fans, tears in my eyes! Why didn't Little Lee's career start at the San Siro?]

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[Damn, Li Mingdeng is awesome!]

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[The arsenal is too rich!]

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[How should I put it? Has soccer history given birth to a second handsome and unparalleled man who is 1.86 meters tall?]

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[Pay attention to the slow-motion replay, this kind of touching frequency, stride, sprinting path, dribbling speed, rhythm change... Amazing!]

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[I thought Chelsea was going to score the winning goal at the end!]

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[The director pulled the camera back to the starting point of the counterattack again, it was Li Mingdeng who destroyed Willian's set piece! Arsenal only got the chance to counterattack!]

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[Alas, Conte's three-center-back system is awesome, but it was still defeated at the last moment!]

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[The simpleton still wanted to win too much, if he hadn't pressed forward with a large army at the last moment, how would Li Mingdeng have had the chance to seize the flaw?]

Welbeck didn't bother celebrating himself.

Instead, he excitedly picked up Li Kang.

"Lee, you are Arsenal's hero!"

"It is the greatest honor of my career to be your golden partner!"

Golden partner?

The frustrated Courtois couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, then got up and angrily kicked the goal post, he couldn't tolerate being scored by this not-so-smart forward.

The Kaka phantom in Li Kang's vision showed a smiling face.

The wind blew through the grass.

The Red and Black soul disappeared without a trace.

Perhaps.

The person who knows the Italian coach best is still an Serie A legend.

Back then, Kaka, who came out of nowhere in the Serie A league, which advocated awareness and positioning to defend, was simply the nightmare of all the defenses in the Apennines.

It was a dimensionality reduction strike.

Marcos slumped on the grass.

Cahill put his hands on his hips, his expression confused.

Conte became quiet again, his whole body trembling slightly.

He once said: "An unexpected goal is an insult to my tactics..."

But at this moment, the Chelsea coach's mind kept replaying Li Kang's raid... he felt deeply powerless.

On the other side.

Bould murmured, "Boss, I feel like I'm dreaming..."

Wenger restrained his smile and sighed, "Conte's tactical system is enough for the entire Premier League coaching team to study for a season and a half... Before the winter transfer window next season, Guardiola may find the answer to defeat Chelsea."

Behind him, the Arsenal bench.

The players had already fallen into the frenzy of the last-minute goal.

Maguire put down his notebook and pen, turned around and waved excitedly at the away stands, signaling the Gunners fans to cheer and applaud more enthusiastically!

He had also been carefully studying Conte's variant three-center-back system on the bench throughout the game.

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

Above Stamford Bridge, the name of the Gunners hero was floating!

On the Chelsea bench.

Fàbregas covered his face with a towel.

No one knew what the former Gunners core was thinking at this time.

In the VIP box.

Abramovich had a complex expression, a mixture of sadness and joy.

He didn't know whether he was happier or sadder at this moment.

Sad that his beloved Chelsea lost?

Happy that Li Kang had created a legendary moment at Stamford Bridge again, but he wasn't wearing a blue jersey.

"Will I be able to see Lee wear a Chelsea jersey in this lifetime?"

"We have Champions League qualification next season..."

"No matter how much money, no matter what conditions, I will bring him back to Stamford Bridge!"

"Chelsea also conquered Lee in this game!"

Ms. Skaia next to him had a forced smile.

Her current mood was like when Ranieri got the list of signings that Abramovich had drawn up back then... Zidane, Carlos, Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, Nesta, Cannavaro...

How could Arsenal, who are breaking even, let go of their two hundred million man?

Impossible.

The Gunners don't have to sell their captains anymore.

Ms. Skaia had to change the subject, "The Spanish national team, which is undergoing a changing of the guard, may still be competitive in the World Cup."

Abramovich was stunned.

He couldn't help but hold out his five fingers, counting how many Spanish players were on the field.

"Lee, Morata, Cazorla, Diego Costa, Fàbregas, Bellerín, Azpilicueta, Marcos, Monreal..."

"When did Arsenal and Chelsea become the reserve base for the Spanish national team?"

The game restarted in the center circle.

Diego Costa kicked off and passed the ball back to Matić.

Beep! Beep beep~

The referee immediately blew the whistle to end the game.

Chelsea 1:2 Arsenal!

Like dominoes: the veterans were the first to fall, followed by the young players.

The second half was intense.

The Gunners and the Blues had tried their best.

The referee couldn't help but bend over, holding his knees with both hands.

Welbeck, who had only been on the field for less than ten minutes, hurriedly ran to the sidelines to pick up a box of sports drinks and bananas, ran back to the field, and rushed towards Li Kang excitedly.

Diego Costa patted the grass clippings off his butt, took off his jersey, and covered Li Kang with it.

Seeing this, Xhaka lost his impulse to reason with the Chelsea dirty forward.

The night wind blew through the blue and red and white flags.

The center of Stamford Bridge returned to that quiet library.

(End of this chapter)