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Chapter 344 Bayern's Counterattack (Daily Transition)

Boateng was a little frustrated.

He was a little confused: How had Li become so strong this season?

Every time he faced him, his value seemed to drop a little.

Benatia got up, painfully rubbing his shoulder. Seeing the referee pull out a yellow card, he immediately stepped forward to argue, looking aggrieved.

Neuer stood frozen, still savoring that bizarre S-curve.

He didn't quite understand.

Why did Li act like he'd taken Viagra every time he faced him?

Arsenal didn't celebrate for too long.

Li Kang still had to hurry back to the bench to change his jersey.

The referee team wouldn't let him celebrate like Forlán did back then, unable to put on his jersey and forced to continue playing shirtless.

Arsenal's coaching staff took turns hugging the goal-scoring hero.

Their hearts surged.

They were clearly being pressured by Bayern, but Li alone had reversed the situation!

A young Xhaka also crowded forward, curiously asking, "Li, how did you kick that S-curve? Are there any special techniques?"

Li Kang: “…”

He couldn't help but double-check the module's prefix: [Xhaka's "S-Curve Shot" Module.]

On the other side.

Ancelotti's expression was as calm as an ancient well.

He gestured, indicating that his players were doing fine and should pay attention to maintaining the layers of the high defensive line!

Adjustments?

The game had only been going for fifteen minutes.

Li couldn't maintain that kind of high-speed sprint for long!

In the eyes of the Bayern coach, Morata's imaginative assist and Li's S-curve long shot were largely due to luck!

VIP box.

Beckenbauer suppressed the strong urge to applaud in admiration.

He raised his gold-rimmed glasses and pretended to be troubled, "If Li joins Bayern, Bayern Munich will be able to dominate the football world again!"

The German football emperor could never be as unrestrained as Cruyff.

A group of German legendary middle-aged men nodded in agreement, "Although Li is not German, he is a genius who went from the Bundesliga to the world..."

Kahn's thoughts drifted away, muttering, "If Li joins Bayern, you could tie a dog to the coach's seat and still win the championship."

The game restarted at the center circle.

Lewandowski passed the ball back to Alonso.

He had been very confident, even betting with friends before the game that he could score several goals against Arsenal. But that English blockhead's defensive ability in positional warfare was too abnormal, as if he had specifically studied his movements.

The Arsenal players' confidence doubled with the goal. In their eyes, the overwhelming Bundesliga giant was no longer intimidating.

Morata, Sanchez, and others immediately became aggressive, rushing over the halfway line to start pressing.

The 36-year-old Alonso, although his physical condition had declined, still possessed top-notch escaping and pressure resistance abilities.

"A smooth flick! He gets past Morata!"

"His vision is very broad, this time he's still looking for the left!"

"Alaba!"

Alaba's life had been very comfortable this season.

With Guardiola gone, he had plenty of time to play games, sing, box, bake…

He liked Ancelotti very much, not only were there fewer team rules, but he also had a great deal of freedom in the attacking third.

Most importantly, he didn't have to switch to a defensive midfielder like before! And he didn't have to frequently fill in as a center back!

He even thought that if Ancelotti jumped ship, it would be best to bring him along.

"Alaba is in good form today."

"Two people can't stop him at all!"

"Two people can't stop him either."

"Coman is cutting inside!"

"Thiago is asking for the ball, but Alaba doesn't pass."

Alaba was speeding down the left wing.

Facing Walcott and Cazorla's interception.

He slowed down slightly.

Suddenly, with a small burst of speed, he easily broke through their encirclement!

Applause thundered.

Bayern fans were overjoyed: Star of hope! The young Alaba... is the future of the Allianz Arena!

"A simple escape!"

"Pure explosive speed!"

"The posture of running while leaning forward is so beautiful!"

"Bayern fans don't have to worry about the team's advancement at all."

In the blink of an eye.

The super genius - Alaba had dribbled the ball past the thirty-meter zone.

This was the area where Ancelotti gave him the most freedom.

Arsenal's defense quickly contracted.

Alaba ignored Coman, who was cutting to the side, he simply didn't want to reenact the "Ribery-style passing and cutting."

In his mind, the only person who could make him a supporting role on the left wing was Ribery.

Coman was not as good as him.

A sudden stop.

Adjustment.

A wide-range transfer!

"Beautiful!"

"Although Alaba is a full-back, his passing speed is faster than all of Bayern's midfielders at this time!"

"Youth is good!"

"His switch ball inexplicably makes people think of: explosive power, flat and fast!"

"The right!"

"Robben!"

Livestream room.

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[Liu Xing is awesome, it's too wasteful to play him as a full-back.]

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[Xia Donghai, aren't you going to do something about it?]

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[No wonder Robben usually treats his little brother Alaba so well!]

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[Here it comes, Robben time!]

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[The prelude to the Little Flying Dutchman tearing through Arsenal's entire defense!]

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[What Little Flying Dutchman, that's Old Man Robben!]

Robben easily brought the ball down.

The one-man show on the wing began!

As long as he had space to accelerate, the Little Flying Dutchman didn't need any support.

Monreal couldn't stop him.

The moment he stretched his foot to steal the ball... Robben ate him alive with a sudden stop and change of direction!

"Too easy!"

"The second fastest step frequency in the world!"

"Famous scene, he's going to cut inside!"

Bayern fans were excited.

Ancelotti's expression revealed a hint of joy.

The legendary German veterans also clenched their fists.

Wenger and the Arsenal coaching staff were helpless... or rather, the coaching staff of all of Europe were helpless!

Everyone in the world knew that Robben was going to cut inside, but they just couldn't defend against it.

Robben used a strange running posture to break through Arsenal's right wing!

Dribbling horizontally!

Starting to cut inside!

Koscielny tried to block him head-on!

Maguire and Xhaka quickly assisted.

The three gathered.

Useless.

Couldn't stop him.

Bayern's old Flying Dutchman, slowed down, left foot → left foot → still left foot, three consecutive touches! He opened up the shooting angle!

"Shot!"

"This one's in!"

*Bang!*

The football left Robben's left foot.

It drew a large arc in the Arsenal penalty area!

Spinning into the far corner!

Čech tried his best, leaping and diving, his platinum gloves brushed the football!

*Clang!*

The football bounced off the post!

Bellerín kicked it away with great force before Lewandowski could rush in for a follow-up shot!

"Oh no!"

"This ball didn't go in! What a pity!"

"Robben has already done very well!"

"After many years, the love-hate relationship between him and Čech is on display again on the Champions League stage!"

"Let's take another look at the replay! Oh! Čech's fingertips touched the football... Bellerín's speed is very fast!"

"A Bayern Munich throw-in in the attacking third!"

Livestream room.

The barrage of comments flew.

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[How could that not go in? Isn't it said that no one can defend against Robben's cut inside?]

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[Čech is different, his duels with Robben are very strange, either he crushes him, or he shuts him down.]

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[Alas, if Müller was on the field, he would have scored with a follow-up shot!]

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[Bayern's strength is very strong, I'm optimistic that they can equalize in the first half.]

Bellerín had a heart to launch a counterattack.

Even when clearing the ball, he had to pass it to Li Kang!

Unfortunately, the situation was too critical, the football was kicked high and far, its trajectory was erratic, and it barely flew out of bounds during the descent... Even if Li Kang had God's perspective, he would have almost knocked over the camera.

Robben dejectedly touched his "Mediterranean", then smiled and gave Čech a thumbs up.

Čech also smiled at his old buddy.

Li Kang got up, and a bald head phantom struggled into his vision.

Too sleepy, let's talk after waking up. I'll ask for leave tomorrow and try to write more.

For the final battle of the Bundesliga season, I went home and stood at the door, watching the last fifteen minutes before remembering to open the door.

(End of chapter)