After the South American team kicked off, they didn't delay and continued their large-scale attack.

Let them hold the South American trident.

The attack starts with the goalkeeper, and the defense starts with the striker.

Neuer is a "very special" goalkeeper.

He has a very strong ability to read the game, with top-notch awareness and football IQ.

He's not purely a defensive unit.

But an attack initiator.

Before stopping the football, he had already observed Li Kang's run and the distance between Mina and Carlos.

No need for eye contact.

The two atypical players from Bayern and Chelsea developed a wonderful understanding.

"Casually kicks a long ball..."

"Bad habit, using the outside of his foot to kick a long ball."

"Wow, Neuer is looking for Li Kang, a cruise missile-like accurate long pass!"

"No offside!"

"No offside!"

The trajectory of the football was fast and flat, passing through the midfield and falling towards the South American team's forty-meter zone.

Li Kang stomped hard on the grass.

The South American team's defense line was facing a formidable enemy.

Too late.

Tears welled up, but none fell.

Waves of admiration erupted from the four stands!

In the empty South American team's backfield, only Li Kang, dribbling the ball, and Alisson remained.

The media reporters finally understood why Li Kang's favorite goalkeeper was Neuer.

Alisson at this time didn't have too many weaknesses.

Especially when facing a one-on-one situation.

His judgment of the timing of his attack, his own steps, the opponent's speed, and the calculation of the distance... he grasped all the elements very well.

Not a large-scale departure from the penalty area.

But adjusting his defensive positioning with the tendency of Li Kang's body, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, pursuing the largest save area.

"Here it comes!"

"Spreading his arms, leaning out half a body!"

"Seal off Li Kang's shooting angle!"

"Can't seal it!"

"Can't seal it off!"

Li Kang slowed down.

He gently flicked the ball with his left foot.

The football slid to the left.

The hem of his shirt fluttered.

Pulling the ball with his right foot, he turned around.

Alisson lost his balance, sat on the grass, and could no longer see Li Kang's figure, only tens of thousands of standing fans in Wembley Stadium!

Zidane was stunned in place; this scene was a regret in his career.

The football once again rippled the South American team's net.

2:3!!!

The whole place was in an uproar.

The cheers were like thunder, shaking the entire city of London.

"Another one in!"

"A wonderful goal!"

"A one-on-one Marseille turn push into an empty net!"

"He made up for Zidane's moment of regret!"

"Neuer's long-pass guidance!"

"Li Kang goes to the appointment alone!"

"One pass and one shot!"

"He pulled the European team back from the edge of the cliff!"

"He made the goddess of victory smile!"

"Legend!"

"A 19-year-old living legend!"

Li Kang walked into the net and picked up the football.

Turning around, he gave his teammates behind him a thumbs up.

Neuer waved his fist hard.

In addition to the joy in his heart, there was also a little regret.

Clearly, I am the most suitable goalkeeper for Li.

Compatibility is perfect, but we can't fight side by side.

Fate is a book, you may miss it if you read it roughly, but you will shed tears if you read it too carefully.

Live broadcast room.

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[Handsome, handsome, handsome!]

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[God of adversity! Invincible Li!]

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[I really want to marry him.]

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[No male wives!]

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[There's not much time left for the South American team, Li Mingdeng is about to tie the score! Then reverse and kill!]

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[Don't speak too early, the European team is still a goal behind, the South American trident still has a chance to score!]

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[Thiago Silva + Mina + Alisson... this defense line is Champions League level.]

Sideline.

Van Gaal and C Ronaldo high-fived, hugged, and jumped up and down.

The relationship between the two is very, very good, and they often talk across the air, praising each other.

However.

Old Van secretly voted for Messi every time he voted for the Golden Ball.

Beckenbauer took off his gold-rimmed glasses and gently wiped them with a gray cloth.

His tone couldn't hide his regret: "Li's most suitable club is Bayern Munich, and the most suitable national team is Germany..."

On the other side.

Maradona had a straight face and stomped his feet angrily.

Can't be cowardly!

Can't be tied!

He ran to the bench, grabbed the short and stocky Tevez.

"Don't be stunned like an idiot!"

"We need you now!"

"People's player!"