Chapter 17 Out of Bounds?

Conte frowned, using exaggerated gestures to direct the team's high points to shrink towards the penalty area.

He had prepared well before the game, and had also arranged the defense against the "Arsenal grenade tactics."

A defense that can be smashed senseless is not a good defense.

Back then, "Popeye" Delap couldn't break through Scolari's Chelsea.

The Sky Blues were repeatedly crushed by the Blues.

High-altitude ball defense?

Terry and Cahill were the ceiling of this era.

Li Kang took the football thrown by the ball boy.

He wiped it with his jersey.

The serving position was about thirty meters from Chelsea's half.

A burly phantom appeared in his vision.

Stoke City No. 24.

Delap!

A feeling of unwillingness spread wildly.

He raised his hand and angrily pointed at Chelsea center-back - Terry.

Terry was calm, and shouted to Courtois behind him: "Pay attention to your positioning, don't get double-teamed."

Another core of the grenade tactic is the double-teaming of the goalkeeper by the attacking players.

Courtois nodded.

He didn't admire anyone, but he admired Terry.

The reason was definitely not because they both liked to cuckold their teammates.

Fabregas observed the positioning of the Arsenal players.

'Morata, Giroud, Mertesacker... are in a parallel position in the penalty area, forming three points of attack.'

'Cazorla and Sanchez can also easily complete a two-point attack on the periphery.'

'Li's best choice is...'

He stopped thinking.

Fabregas had Kante stand between Giroud and Walcott.

"Any advanced and complex defense system can't stop the domineering hand throw."

"Can Li Kang's golden arm rewrite the score?"

"The distance between the Stamford Bridge billboards and the sideline is not long, start the run-up..."

During the run-up.

Li Kang raised the ball high to the back of his head.

His body leaned back to an extremely exaggerated degree.

The whole person was like a giant siege trebuchet!

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

The football left his palm.

Whistling, it slammed towards Chelsea's penalty area!

"A grenade throw-in that stuns the audience!"

At Stamford Bridge, the audience couldn't help but exclaim.

Bould couldn't help but want to celebrate.

He looked confidently and proudly at the three high attacking points of Morata, Giroud, and Mertesacker, who were eager to move.

The score was about to be rewritten!

What he ignored was: Terry stuck to Giroud, Cahill closely followed Mertesacker, and Kante, Moses, Marcos and others blocked the connection for the second attack.

Chelsea's aerial defense was the ceiling in Europe.

Not just Terry and Cahill.

There was also a "complete" Courtois with long arms and legs.

The Blues' goalkeeper was no longer the young version who was easily nutmegged by Messi and Li Kang.

His feet stomped hard on the grass.

His slender arms covered the top of Morata's head.

Bang!

The football, running at high speed in mid-air, was knocked out by the green gloves.

"Wonderful save!"

"Oh no, this ball didn't get blocked far enough?"

"Arsenal's second point of attack!"

"Xhaka!"

The young Xhaka had a good long-range shooting skill.

He adjusted a few steps thirty-five meters from the goal, preparing to receive the football.

The pre-skill animation time was too long.

A dark figure rushed over.

Not Kante.

It was Moses.

The purpose was not to steal the ball, but to block the position.

The 27-year-old Nigerian winger lost both parents at an early age, but his tragic childhood did not allow him to get the protagonist's script. He debuted from Crystal Palace's youth training, and was not reused after entering Chelsea.

He occasionally had some highlight performances in European competitions.

Then he was constantly loaned to mid-to-lower-tier teams.

He was recalled again during the Mourinho II era. He originally thought he would become a core player, but he and the coach did not have a single face-to-face exchange in two years.

When he stepped on the Stamford Bridge turf for the third time, Conte discovered that this guy was the right wing-back he wanted most.

So.

The black striker, who could only score 8 goals on average in 100 games, was transformed into the Blues' right wing and became an important chess piece in the three-center-back system.

"Xhaka is blocked."

"Can't get past."

"Moses's lower body is too stable."

"Conte's Chelsea, their handling of the second ball is very detailed!"

"Fabregas stops the football."

"Chelsea's counterattack is coming again!"

Someone once said: Fabregas, the midfield core of the 2015 Premier League champion and the European assist king, is not as good as Fabregas in 2005.

This sentence is really hard to refute.

He debuted from the La Masia youth training camp.

He appeared in the Premier League at the age of 16, breaking a series of youngest player scoring records.

Benzema, Pique, Suarez, Cavani, and Pedro of the same age were still in the youth team... Vardy was still a child laborer, Nagelsmann was still playing in community matches, Khedira was still a ball boy, Ramirez was still building walls, and Mertens was still fantasizing about growing taller in the future when he was kicked out of the youth training camp...

At the age of 18, he became the core of Arsenal's midfield, descended to earth like a god in the Champions League semi-final, lost in the Champions League final with hatred, was selected into the UEFA Best Team, and won various honors and awards.

How strong was he? After the kick-off in the center circle, he dribbled past the entire central axis of the opponent to complete the goal.

In the early stages of his career, he killed gods when they blocked him, and killed Buddhas when they blocked him.

In the World Cup final, he assisted Iniesta and lifted the Hercules Cup.

In the European Cup final, he assisted David Silva and lifted the Delaunay Cup.

Assist king of the five major leagues.

19 goals and 19 assists in a single season.

Arsenal's core.

The young Fabregas contributed many classic moments during his time at Arsenal, satisfying all the fans' fantasies.

His starting point was too high. The male protagonist of a football cartoon was still competing for the national high school championship at this age.

It's a pity.

Later, Fabregas's event of returning to Barcelona at his own expense shocked the world.

The desire to pursue a championship is understandable.

But the behavior of paying money out of his own pocket has become a laughing stock for fans all over the world, and will be laughed at for many years.

Pa!

Fabregas didn't make too many adjustments.

He kicked the ball from the spot.

The Stamford Bridge library seemed to tremble.

The long pass, which combined arc and precision, made the Chelsea fans excited.

"A rainbow pierces the sun!"

"Thunder in silence!"

"About forty-five meters of guidance distance!"

"Batshuayi!"

Batshuayi was not Diego Costa, and could not replace the latter to complete the extremely domineering "Fabregas-Costa connection."

He rushed past the center circle.

But he couldn't stop his teammate's wonderful long pass.

His dominant foot was his right foot.

Koscielny approached aggressively from the right.

The aggressive interference prevented Batshuayi from controlling the ball.

Bellerin, who came to help defend, poked the ball away and then sent a diagonal long pass: looking for Li Kang.

In God's perspective.

Chelsea, in the stage of switching from defense to attack, revealed several flaws.

Kante, who was preparing to act as a second point of attack protection, rushed out.

Conte's "spring" could not be maintained.

An excellent opportunity to break the situation!

In Li Kang's vision, a golden red figure suddenly appeared.

Liverpool number nine.

Torres.

Chelsea Champions League meritorious player?

Car repair maniac!

"The football is about to be passed between three players from the La Masia youth training camp."

"Chelsea switched from defense to attack, Arsenal switched from attack to defense, and then switched from defense to attack. In just a few seconds, the two teams played..."

"Bellerin's pass is too early."

"Terry will be able to get the ball... Wow!"

"Nitrogen acceleration?"

Terry raised his hand to signal his teammates not to worry. He slowly ran towards the football that was slowing down after landing, preparing to pass it back to Courtois.

He raised his right foot, preparing to stop the ball that bounced up.

Pa.

His instep touched the inside of his thigh.

It was someone else's thigh!

The football was pushed forward by Li Kang's blue Puma sneakers.

Arsenal's No. 10 jersey then blocked the Blues defender's sight.

Terry, whose right foot had not yet fully landed, suddenly felt a domineering and unparalleled power!

At the moment of falling, he instinctively reached out to grab Li Kang's jersey.

He would rather get a card and foul than let him rush past.

He couldn't grab it!

Courtois, danger!

At Stamford Bridge, the Gunners and Blues fans couldn't help but exclaim.

Surprise and fear were fighting each other.

"The starting speed is too terrifying!"

"Terrifying burst of speed!"

"The unexpected forward run caught the Chelsea defense off guard."

"Domineering!"

"Unreasonable confrontation, Terry, who weighs 89 kilograms, was actually overturned by him!"

"One-on-one!"

The commentator shouted hoarsely.

In the lens, Arsenal's No. 10 jersey fluttered, making the audience mistakenly believe that Stamford Bridge was experiencing a gale.

Thirty meters.

Twenty-five meters.

Twenty meters.

Fifteen meters.

Courtois was not flustered at all.

Different from De Gea's K-shaped block.

The complete Chelsea goalkeeper likes to use a split-leg block to solve the opponent's one-on-one.

Now, his blocking posture was completed very quickly.

He no longer had to worry about being nutmegged by Messi because of the slow posture.

He didn't consider a second save.

Once a split-leg block is released, it is impossible to connect the save action after getting up in a short time.

This was the Chelsea goalkeeper's confidence.

The most important thing in blocking a one-on-one is confidence!

At this moment.

It seemed that the spotlights of the entire Stamford Bridge were on Li Kang and Courtois.

No one knew what kind of psychological game the two had experienced.

At the moment when the split-leg blocking action was completed.

Li Kang stopped suddenly in an unbelievable way!

No change of direction.

His left foot flicked it lightly!

The football lightly jumped over Courtois's head.

The green gloves struggled weakly in the air.

The arc of the fall made Terry regret it.

When Chelsea's net was lifted, the entire Stamford Bridge stadium trembled slightly.

0:1!!!

"Beautiful!"

"The ball went in!"

"A one-on-one chip shot!"

"Li Kang!"

"The Gunners commander who crushed Stamford Bridge!"

"He broke the deadlock on the field!"

"Unbelievable burst of speed."

"Chelsea's three-center-back system seems so fragile in the face of a domineering impact!"

"This goal fully reflects his explosiveness, physical confrontation, awareness, big heart, and finishing ability!"

"Bellerin assisted, Li Kang scored a one-on-one, they helped Arsenal take the lead!"

"Tonight, is Courtois going to say goodbye to this season's Premier League Golden Glove?"

Live broadcast room.

The big screen replayed the extremely barbaric one-on-one goal!

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[Li Mingdeng is awesome.]

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[Torres possessed? The start was too fierce!]

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[Let me explain, after Fabregas sent out a long counterattack pass, Chelsea entered the state of switching from defense to attack as a whole, including Kante also rushed forward, preparing to act as a second point of attack protection, but Batshuayi is not Diego Costa, and could not complete the stop and get rid of the interference from Koscielny. Bellerin's kick was a miskick, giving too much lead time. Terry felt that there was no problem, and stretched out his hand to signal his teammates not to come over... But he didn't expect Li Kang's starting speed to be so abnormal!]

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[Following Messi, Courtois has ushered in another nemesis: Li Mingdeng.]

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[His car repair skills are too good. Whether it's Hiddink's broken tricycle or Conte's double-decker bus, he can fix it.]

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[Brothers, don't panic, Li Mingdeng just seized the flaws in Chelsea's transition to attack. He can't defeat Conte's three-center-back system at the tactical level! It's just one goal behind, Chelsea will be able to equalize soon!]

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[That's right, Conte is not the kind of silly coach who only knows how to be petrified!]

On the sidelines.

Conte was petrified.

He rubbed his hair with both hands.

In his opinion, Chelsea players had not made a mistake.

Accident.

It must be an accident.

Bellerin's pass could not constitute an assist at all, and Terry's handling was also fine. It was just that Li's performance was too unexpected.

He didn't stay in a daze for too long.

Conte immediately turned around and roared at the coaching staff.

"No adjustments are needed now."

"Li can't repeat this kind of impact... Let Kante not插得too deep in the counterattack stage, and switch to the center-back position appropriately..."

The assistants were used to his "changeableness."

They didn't delve too deeply into Arsenal's goal, but quickly reviewed the attacking and defensive forms that Arsenal had shown so far in the first half.

On the other side.

Wenger lowered the zipper of his jacket, looking delighted.

Bould raised his arms and shouted.

"Boss, it's wonderful."

"This goal was scored so suddenly that I didn't even think about how to celebrate!"

"Li was able to seize the opportunity at this moment! Unbelievable!"

"I suggest withdrawing Sanchez and replacing him with Mustafi or Maguire, so that Chelsea can also feel the low-position intensive defense..."

On the bench.

Maguire crossed his arms in front of his chest, his tone serious, as if he was analyzing a complex math problem: "We may think Chelsea is difficult to deal with, but Conte is also racking his brains on how to equalize the score!"

Welbeck quickly echoed: "He is more troubled by Li. For us, assisting Li is a very simple thing."

Mustafi curled his lips: "What you two said is nonsense."

Torres's phantom had not dissipated.

Instead, it shone with a faint light.

Li Kang was a little puzzled: Did he not want to leave?

His teammates ran over excitedly.

"Li, that goal was so handsome!"

"When you don't know how to handle the ball, it's right to pass it to Li!"

"Didn't you want to pass the ball to Terry?"

Stamford Bridge was now drowned in the cheers of Arsenal fans.

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

"Come on you Gunners!!!"

Chelsea fans were a little frustrated, as if they were students reading quietly in the library.

Terry raised his hand and apologized to Courtois.

The latter easily forgave him.

The two had a good relationship.

Even when arranging the wall, Courtois liked to hand it over to Terry.

Fabregas bent down to adjust his shin guards, looking at Li Kang's back with a complicated expression.