Back on the field, Li Kang gestured a few times to Lahm, conveying Van Gaal's tactical adjustments, which the latter understood perfectly.

Lahm had a good relationship with Van Gaal; a simple adjustment of his crotch was enough for him to fully grasp the manager’s intentions.

His gaze swept over the European team's bench, landing on Ballack sitting alone in the corner.

He quickly looked away.

Lahm was currently writing his autobiography, covering the period leading up to the 2010 World Cup, and he was hesitating about how to address Ballack's relationship with the national team...

The light in Germany's darkest footballing hour?

The soul of the Panzer?

A tragic hero?

Lahm, Podolski, and the other young players weren't about to indulge an unruly older brother who would "overstep his bounds by rushing out of the dugout to snatch command from the coach" and "openly argue with the coaching staff during matches."

Looking at the world as a whole...

Which national team's youngsters would dare to publicly slap their older brother's face in a competitive match... under the eyes of the whole world?

The German team dared.

Podolski dared.

...

The referee was still urging the South American team to end their celebrations quickly.

Cristiano Ronaldo gestured at Van Gaal: two fingers pointing downwards, indicating he wanted more possession of the ball.

Van Gaal looked up at the sky, pretending not to see.

Although the two had never worked together, they had a good relationship.

Over the years, they often praised each other in media interviews.

But when it came to voting for the Ballon d'Or, old Van Gaal would always quietly cast his vote for Messi, "whom he constantly criticized"...

Zidane patted Cristiano Ronaldo on the back of the head and said with a smile, "Don't overthink it, I'll pass the ball to you."

Cristiano Ronaldo nodded seriously.

...

The game restarted from the center circle.

Cristiano Ronaldo passed the ball back to Li Kang and immediately sprinted towards the South American team's half.

He quickly adjusted to the best observation posture.

His determined eyes constantly scanned the movements of the players in the nearby area.

Evaluating positions.

Planning running routes.

The moment Li Kang passed the ball horizontally to Xavi.

Cristiano Ronaldo made a forward leaning feint, trying to trick Cafu into retreating and creating depth, so he could have the most perfect and safest receiving environment.

A very perfect special ability.

Unfortunately.

It didn't fool Cafu, who had maintained his peak for fifteen years.

Pirlo didn't send a long pass either.

Cristiano Ronaldo, on the edge of the camera, just swayed and swung around like a madman...

"Cristiano Ronaldo has put on a beautiful off-the-ball move for us."

"It's a pity Inzaghi isn't Benzema."

"Xavi is more concerned about the team's overall rhythm."

"The European team's defense is in hot water now."

"Seven South American legends are attacking past the halfway line!"

...

Xavi didn't make any more mistakes.

He hadn't fully retired yet, and was dominating the Middle East.

Even if the pressure from the opposition was high, they couldn't easily steal the ball from his feet.

It was just that he couldn't spin around as much.

"Facing the pressing of three players! Xavi still found a safe route to advance forward!"

"Zidane!"

"Beautiful!"

"Nutmeg!"

Zidane certainly didn't use his crotch to perform the nutmeg.

Facing the falling football with his back to the goal, he flicked his ankle inwards.

Carlos, who was rushing forward, suddenly stopped.

The bald head in front of him seemed to cast a spell, letting the football pass gracefully by his side.

Positioning!

The Brazilian full-back timely blocked Zidane from turning and starting.

"A contest between two Real Madrid legends!"

"Ah!"

"Zidane is past him."

"The physical confrontation between two legendary uncles is a battle of who's better maintained."

Carlos staggered, maintaining his balance.

Watching the distance between himself and Zidane grow further and further.

...

People would argue for hundreds of pages in forums about "whether Riquelme's physical confrontation is good or not."

But no one denies Zidane's physical attributes.

Why is he called "half a step away from being a King of Football"?

Because in addition to his superb technique, vision, and overall awareness, he also possesses a freakish body.

The same goes for Ronaldinho.

These two people just had their beast-like bodies hidden by their outstanding techniques.

...

Zidane's ability to drive forward is also terrifying.

Not referring to the individual.

But that he can keep the entire team maintaining a fast pace of advancement.

Glue.

Leisurely steps between receptions and passes.

The football bounced cheerfully in the South American team's half.

Li Kang, Lahm, and Xavi widened the advancing width, and Maldini also cut in from the wing, maintaining depth protection during the advancement process.

"Different from Xavi's control of the overall rhythm."

"Zidane's attitude towards forward attacks is more direct."

"The South American team is retreating very quickly!"

Li Kang was enjoying the game.

Although the intensity of the match wasn't high, the stylistic traces displayed by the midfield legends were too deep.

The feeling of passing and cooperating with them far exceeded the experience of watching recordings.

God's perspective silently recorded everything.

...

Who was Zidane's most annoying opponent during his playing career?

Redondo.

1998 Champions League final, Juventus vs. Real Madrid.

Zidane repeatedly defeated Redondo in head-on confrontations, but lost the championship.

After that game, he gradually began to shift his skill points towards "team-oriented."

Pa!

Thirty-five meter area.

Zidane passed the ball to Li Kang, who was in an excellent position.

At the same time.

Cristiano Ronaldo started to move.

This time, he didn't use the fake-out receiving tendency to deceive Cafu.

Instead, after assessing his position and Thiago Silva's blind spot, he began to cut diagonally.

That's right.

Another of Cristiano Ronaldo's special skills: blind-side runs!

Unfortunately.

He didn't have Benzema by his side.

Inzaghi couldn't do the work of a green-leaf center forward.

...

The moment Li Kang sent out the through ball.

Thiago Silva moved forward, just in time to meet Cristiano Ronaldo's early acceleration.

"Beautiful!"

"An incredibly skillful through ball!"

"Perfect timing."

"It instantly broke through the South American team's defense."

"Cristiano!"

"Cristiano Ronaldo!"

"One-on-one!"

"Eh? The referee blows his whistle! Offside!"

"No problem, Thiago Silva and Lucio's offside trap was very successful!"

"The offside is too obvious, no need to look at the replay."

"But it has to be said that Cristiano Ronaldo's diagonal cut timing was good, but the South American team's final line of defense moved forward very timely!"

Bang!

Cristiano Ronaldo didn't mean to stop, a powerful shot!

The football whistled and hit the side netting.

He angrily turned his head and raised his hand towards Li Kang: indicating that the pass wasn't good!

...

The referee - Collina, smiled and showed Cristiano Ronaldo a yellow card.

And explained the reason: it was because Cristiano Ronaldo continued to shoot after the whistle had blown.

"Please keep calm, Cristiano."

The offside position was too obvious, even without the intervention of the vAr video assistant referee.

Cristiano Ronaldo was still muttering words, venting his dissatisfaction.

This scene, which often appeared in Real Madrid matches, now seemed out of place with his legendary teammates.

...

Cafu took a free kick in the backfield.

The South American legends launched a fierce attack.

Dazzling cooperation.

Water has no fixed form.

Making it difficult for Xavi to judge the overall direction of the attack.

Too difficult.

Ronaldinho, Kaka, Messi, Rivaldo, Carlos, and others all possessed terrifying explosive abilities.

Even if you brought Cruyff onto the field, it would be difficult to predict the best defensive positioning in a short period of time.

Fortunately, Nesta, Maldini, and Cannavaro gradually regained their former understanding.

The Italian steel defense repeatedly withstood the South American magical refrains.

And a German: Lahm.

As long as there weren't strikers with the abnormal impact force of Balotelli and Torres, Lahm was difficult to beat one-on-one.

Ronaldo?

Ronaldo, who weighed two hundred pounds, had difficulty recovering to his historical level of impact.

What about Li Kang?

Under Van Gaal's resentful gaze, he completed the interference with Messi time and time again with Nesta...

...

Time passed by minute by minute.

Possession changed hands back and forth.

The European team's counter-attack focus shifted to Pirlo.

Exquisite and elegant long passes with large arcs dotted the night sky of Wembley Stadium.

vAr video assistant referees repeatedly stopped Cristiano Ronaldo and Inzaghi's one-on-one attempts.

The complaints from the four stands grew louder and louder.

The audience was very dissatisfied with the high-tech products introduced into this game.

Believing that it made the game lose its entertainment value!

...

The 45th minute of the match.

Beep! Beep beep~

The referee - Collina blew the whistle to end the first half.

"A passionate clash between the European team and the South American team!"

"The two sides exchanged blows and tied at one to one!"

"The ups and downs of the plot make the audience eager to enter the second half immediately."

...

European team locker room.

Van Gaal sprayed saliva, and his big hands occasionally tapped the tactical board.

He really wanted to substitute Cristiano Ronaldo off.

Every time they attacked to the thirty-five meter area... this guy was... too damn ball-hogging and demanding of shooting rights.

It would be fine if he had the invincible posture from before 2014.

Now the European team's bench doesn't have Benzema, Modrić, or Kroos either.

Where could they create a galaxy battleship in a short time that could work hard and willingly serve the "off-the-ball concept"?

After taking over the Dutch team, the Ballon d'Or vote must still be cast for Messi... no, it should be for Li!

...

Xavi and Pirlo took the initiative to express their views.

Zidane, like an old father, comforted the sullen Cristiano Ronaldo.

In the corner.

Cruyff called Li Kang to the side.

The two were speechless to each other.

Until the break time was about to end.

The old man patted him on the shoulder and said gently, "Enjoy the game."

...

The fifteen-minute break ended.

The players from both sides stepped onto the green field again.

Wembley Stadium returned to its clamor.

Li Kang glanced at the system panel, the light emitted by each module was extremely brilliant, as if it had reached its limit.

When water is full, it overflows...

"Good evening, viewers."

"Welcome back, now broadcasting live is the European Legends vs. South American Legends."

"Neither side has made any substitutions for the time being."

...

Beep! Beep beep~

With Collina's whistle.

The game officially started.

South American team possession.

Ronaldo passed the ball horizontally to Messi.

The latter passed it back to Rivaldo.

The South American legends once again launched an offensive frenzy.

Cafu and Carlos also quickly cut in.

Under Bielsa's roar, the crazy magical refrains swept through the European team's half.

"Too gorgeous!"

"The ultimate in offensive football!"

"It's hard to imagine how wonderful it would be if Ronaldo and Ronaldinho could meet the peak Messi in their prime!"

"Messi's pass!"

"Eh?"

"The ball has been intercepted!"

Messi, who had just attacked past the forty-meter area, had disbelief written all over his face.

Where's the ball?

How could anyone intercept a diagonal pass with such ball speed and power.

...

The ball was already stuck to Li Kang's feet.

In his vision, the Nesta shadow with the AC Milan soul ran out again.

Accompanied by Bobby Moore's "Emperor Star" afterimage.

The two historical legendary center-backs stood side by side at this moment.

"Too exaggerated!"

"Li Kang can actually predict the passing route of the magical refrains!"

"Unbelievable!"

"The South American team's attack was cut off by him alone!"

"The art of defense!"

"European team counterattack!"

"Will it still be handed over to Pirlo?"

The teammates quickly reacted.

The overall formation quickly moved forward.

Nesta secretly praised in his heart: Even when he was young, it was difficult for him to make such a perfect interception...

...

Van Gaal jumped up happily.

Bielsa's face was livid.

Applause thundered through Wembley Stadium.

In God's perspective.

The South American team's backfield was empty.

Without passing the ball back to Pirlo.

Pa!

Li Kang carried the ball forward, stomped hard on the grass, and started to accelerate!

In his vision, the golden shadow of the number 11 in white was extremely dazzling.

The Great Sage descends.

Riding the clouds.

...

The billboards on both sides of the camera gradually blurred.

Facing the wind.

Li Kang's pace got faster and faster.

In a few breaths.

The football passed through the center circle line, passed through the forty-meter area...

It was an incredible speed.

Like a lightning bolt, splitting open the South American team's half.

The audience was mesmerized.

Bale in front of the TV opened his mouth in surprise.

...

Thiago Silva and Lucio quickly retreated, shrinking the defensive space.

Redondo went up to meet him!

"If Li Kang chooses to force a breakthrough and beat Redondo one-on-one at this time, it would be bullying the 47-year-old Real Madrid legend too much!"

"Eh?"

"He's slowing down!"

It wasn't that Li Kang wanted to slow down.

In God's perspective.

The South American team's final line of defense wanted to deliberately create depth, and their retreat speed wasn't slow at all. If he directly forced a breakthrough against Redondo, it was very likely that he would become a one-on-three situation in front of the penalty area, losing the shooting angle.

He had to wait for Inzaghi.

Wait for the attacking group to form.

Three seconds was enough.

...

The small shadow wearing the number 6 red and blue jersey emerged.

Xavi.

Redondo stepped forward, preparing to stretch out his foot to steal the ball.

Li Kang cut the ball with the outside of his left foot and turned around!

Like a compass, he turned in a circle on the spot.

His feet seemed to be magnets, firmly controlling the football.

The Real Madrid legendary defensive midfielder stepped on air.

His whole body instantly lost its balance!

The audience was in an uproar.

"The magic of love spinning around!" (referencing a popular song)

"Too dashing!"

Xavi, who was running, was dumbfounded.

...

This dribbling move, which was criticized for delaying the offensive rhythm.

Perfectly matched the advancement timing of the team's overall formation.

Thiago Silva and Lucio looked bewildered: the meaning of their retreat instantly changed from advantage to disadvantage.

Cristiano Ronaldo and Inzaghi had already started.

Attacking from both sides of the ribs.

Normal defenders simply didn't have time to create an offside trap in a short period of time!

What to do?

They still had to defend!

Thoughts flew far away.

Reality only lasted three seconds.

Thiago Silva and Lucio widened the gap, marking Cristiano Ronaldo and Inzaghi respectively.

...

Li Kang's speed soared again.

The Bale shadow hadn't dissipated yet.

Ignoring his teammates' calls for the ball.

In God's perspective.

The gap in the center of the South American team's defense had already appeared.

Charge!

...

Bravo really wanted to scold his teammates.

But he couldn't find any reason.

Attack!

Only attacking could stop Li's offensive!

...

Li Kang's figure was rushing across the South American team's half.

Thirty meters.

Twenty-five meters.

Twenty meters.

He met the menacing Chilean goalkeeper.

Cristiano Ronaldo and Inzaghi raised their hands to ask for the ball, but neither of them shook off the entanglement of the South American defenders.

In his vision.

An Afro hairstyle shadow suddenly appeared.

Ronaldo.

Pendulum.

...

Li Kang's speed didn't slow down at all.

His right foot took a step forward to the right.

His center of gravity shifted to the right.

Immediately afterwards.

His left foot took a step forward to the left.

His center of gravity shifted to the left.

The exaggerated swaying range made the hundred thousand or so spectators at Wembley Stadium forget to breathe.

Pendulum!

Overpowering to the extreme, an unreasonable pendulum dribble!

Bravo had a look of utter despair... The moment he lost his balance, he knew he was going to become the background for a dazzling highlight reel again... the kind of classic highlight reel that would be passed down for many years.

How could there be a second person in the world who could make such a calm adjustment of the center of gravity, alternating between left and right at such high speed.

Ronaldo was stunned.

Ronaldinho, who was returning to defense, was also stunned.

He saw Li Kang suddenly stop after completing the dribble and make an exaggerated action of swinging his leg in place...

How could he be as confident as himself?

Giving Bravo a chance to chase back, giving Lucio a chance to block and seal off?

Pa!

The football kicked up bits of grass.

Outlining an extremely strange arc in the air.

Fluttering and spinning into the South American team's goal.

2:1!

!

The whole place was silent.