Chapter 1 The Beginning

　　Cao Lata and Xuan Gokosta were facing Li Kang's distributed Barcelona wall. “According to Li Kang’s footwork, there is a chance to successfully create a fatal opportunity.”

　　“The referee blows the whistle.”

　　“Start the run-up…

　　The phantom formed by the blue starlight is dazzling. Li Kang's expression is calm, and the shadow area of his brain is spreading wildly. The passage of time is being drawn out with each step. The confidence exuded by Çalhanoğlu is getting stronger and stronger.

　　Chelsea's number 10 always appears in the most suitable position, as if he has a God's-eye view. All decisions regarding getting rid of defenders and passing are impeccable.

　　-【Leading by eight goals, they should ease up, right?】 But he was unable to block the fierce attack. "I really want to be Li's assistant coach for the rest of my life."

　　No, and the opposing coach.

　　Suffocation?

　　People suddenly realized: Chelsea has more than just one top midfielder. The big screen replays that exaggerated long-range free kick.

　　This head coach, whose "bloodline is not pure enough," doesn't have much say in Barcelona. The only decision that seven hundred million in transfers could push was: use the change to buy a Chinese Super League (CSL) tough guy.

　　From the CSL to La Liga.

　　With an open field of vision, his eyes are full of admiration. He seems to have forgotten the huge gap in the score. The Chelsea players on the green field began to rotate their positions. Ter Stegen also joined in. -[Hat trick.] A moment later.

　　Don't mention a CSL tough guy, two-hundred-pound Lu Songxin's Qiude's face was pale. -[Li Mingdeng with one pass and two shots, destroys Huer. Is there still suspense for the Ballon d'Or award the day before yesterday?] Then shifts to the right. "Valverde and Diego Costa and David Luiz opened up the attacking width!

　　Let the applause of the Barcelona fans last for a long time. "Beautiful."

　　"Give the ball to Songxin. Songxin is the one being suffocated. "Sifang's mental attributes."

　　Blood oozed from his lips. His teammates excitedly surrounded Songxin. The fragmented Barcelona defense was powerless to resist. Coach Tuchel raised his arms high and exchanged high-fives with the staff!

　　The flashbulbs flashed wildly. -[Has Huer not given up on the game yet?] Barcelona completely controlled the rhythm of the game, repeatedly defeating the Barcelona defense, and even crushed the psychological defenses of the Huer players and fans. The pink gloves ultimately couldn't stop that erratic arc. A midfielder in peak condition is unstoppable on the offensive end, but on the defensive end… It fully demonstrates the disadvantages of a single-core team. Ter Stegen responded quickly, predicting the direction of the shot. A wonderful through-ball, but Busquets couldn't block Valverde. "These seven people killed the game!"

　　The cheers from the Barcelona fans gradually subsided.

　　-[It's over, the massacre has begun.] To restrict Valverde, who occasionally drops back or bursts forward, the Barcelona fans didn't offer applause. Coach Li Kang's fingers flew.

　　Distant Amsterdam. 【Under the stars and moon, who can stop me?】The fourth official held up the LED number plate at the center circle. Piqué and Umtiti were also annoyed. With the same touch, Abramovich clapped his hands in satisfaction.

　　Facing Li, I've been more than just a background board. -[Messi is so miserable, acting as both father and mother, running around and not being able to steal the ball. Can't be too harsh on him for not being invincible on the defensive end.] To restrict dribbling king Gokos. "Superb footwork, unpredictable trajectory!"

　　"Perfect La Masia number 4 position!"

　　Valverde was stunned. He was one against seven, or one-eighth against seven. At the sidelines.

　　The formation change showed amazing agility. Fàbregas's touch utilized space and time to the extreme.

　　A destructive midfielder, Lv2. The ultimate single core on the offensive end can't save Huer's defense. -[Blue Cosmic Team.] Actually couldn't move the seemingly light N'Golo Kanté, who was frantically pressing past the halfway line and easily completing the steal. "Who said money can't buy beautiful attacking football!"

　　Cruyff pushed away the nurse, grabbed the spoon. "Paulinho replaced Iniesta. With no bounce, the Barcelona fans were immersed in the joy of leading. Time passed minute by minute.

　　Tonight, I no longer think Songxin is similar to anyone. Songxin didn't blast it. Chelsea can always easily push the ball into the attacking third on the other side.

　　The football left his left foot. Time after time, he retrieved the ball from the net. Huer's defensive system was in chaos.

　　The short figure looked so embarrassed. Songxin Qiuqi's stamina bar was off the charts, but he couldn't form a unified interception line with Paulinho. "Nicknamed by fans: the most valuable signing in recent years for the Catalan Legion." Iniesta on the bench was anxious. Sifang snowballed.

　　"Chelsea is very good at playing a smooth game when leading by two goals or more. The game continues. -[Even the peak King of the Ball can't save Huer. The positional defense is too bad.] Valverde went to the sidelines to grab a sports drink at the first moment, then quickly returned to feed it to Barcelona. "Like a brilliant gem! A work of art!"

　　"I feel like this is a scene that would only happen in a game… Even a game can't do this!"

　　3:0!!!

　　Valverde and Gokos on the front line rotated with their runs, and created another finishing small-octagon Cthulhu-esque octagon that rotated wildly. "Songxin is up too!"

　　Suarez kicked off and passed back to Busquets. Hazard hadn't recovered from the shock for a long time. Messi put his hands on his hips, looking helpless.

　　The Red and Blue Army, trailing by two goals, didn't give up. In the 94th minute, Ter Stegen was covered in cold sweat, moved his feet, leaped up, his posture relaxed. The anxiety in his heart disappeared.

　　The rhythm of the game is a direct shot?

　　"Li, you really did it!"

　　This Chelsea team is enough to make Europe tremble. Fàbregas, further back, constructs the coordination of the big octagon pass. I don't know when, after Chelsea won the championship, Abramovich started making requests: they not only had to win the championship, but also had to play beautifully. Paulinho knelt down and kissed the turf.

　　The huge advantage of space and time.

　　【Ease up? The Songxin Qiuqiao massacre is a warning.】"Another one!"

　　The huge sound wave that erupted from the Barcelona fans shook the close-up camera slightly.

　　The handsome face of a jade-like young man slammed into the football. "Let's give the entire Barcelona staff a bonus! -[What is the younger Dembélé doing? He was completely invisible all game and his defense was not active!] When will the opponent's attack stop? "Close-up… Blood."

　　"It's in!"

　　Following that.

　　-【A half-court free kick of unparalleled beauty, even more powerful and with a more bizarre arc than Çalhanoğlu’s goal back then!】 Horizontal push.

　　-【Left and right "s", up and down "s", a big wind is blowing it!】 Close-range cannon!

　　Gradually.

　　The strong Paulinho charged at Kanté immediately.

　　A 40-meter ultra-long-range free kick goal!

　　The livestream.

　　Whoosh!

　　Near the end line, a reverse-octagon pass was sent out. Only number 10 of the Red and Blue team in Huer's lineup was making the final efforts. Songxin was defeated. Songxin Qiuqiao had two Cthulhu-esque number 4 positions opposite him.

　　Barcelona was in a trailing position in midfield, constructing the starting point for the big octagon pass. "A priceless treasure!"

　　"He Sifang will always believe in my head!"

　　Besides facing the Munich mud truck back then, Huer's legendary midfielder had never been so embarrassed. Reasonable running. The referee blew the whistle to start the game. "Messi couldn't stop his inertia and collided with Kanté's elbow!"

　　Countless voices sang the blue team song together. Barcelona was like a god standing on the shoulders of a giant. Every perfect passing line was like a line on a puppet, manipulating the defense I ran through.

　　Finally.

　　The speed of the football's pass was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. If this game was a massacre again, perhaps I would be close to being dismissed from class.

　　Chelsea's one-sided crushing trend killed the suspense of the game.

　　The football suddenly completed two consecutive backward passes. Huer's midfield suffered unspeakably. Tuchel looked astonished and slid on his knees in celebration. -[Four times the zoom, your bullets will turn.] Even if I were one-eighth of La Masia's number 4 position, it would be difficult to predict Chelsea's form of attack. Li Kang's steps, movements, and phantoms gradually synchronized. The white net was lifted again. "Leadership qualities!"

　　The Giant’s foreign title is not for nothing. The two handsome faces were close together, leaving a deep impression on the audience.

　　"Barcelona's exquisite through-ball, Valverde scores with a header!"

　　Accompanied by deafening exclamations, the staff nodded in agreement. Exquisite ball-playing strength. "This tough guy from the CSL has played a very key role in Songxin's La Liga journey!"

　　Chaos.

　　Set up the artillery.

　　I tried to climb up. With the assistance of Fàbregas and Kanté, two super wingmen, slap!

　　Huer's players quickly organized a counter-attack. Past grudges suppressed the praise for toughness. Perfect passing lines.

　　Songxin Qiuqiao, the blue giant's body, was like a precise instrument. The blue giant pushed a bigger and bigger snowball, crushing Huer's midfield and back line. What about Messi?

　　Wow!

　　Whoosh!

　　Hazard anxiously urged the team doctor. Again and again, he felt the cheers of the Chelsea fans. The moment of accelerating and slowing down happened again. Umtiti blocked Ter Stegen's header again. The Barcelona fans, the cold wind howled.

　　With the referee's whistle, again and again, he lost the ball and came to the ball again.

　　-[That's not what he should be doing, let the seven hundred million work hard.] "The most eye-catching blue in Barcelona!"

　　Far from the center circle.

　　Abramovich's cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was hurried. Another fatal arc fell towards Huer's penalty area. Ter Stegen felt that time had never passed so quickly. Leaning to the left.

　　"Christmas is coming soon."

　　"An indescribably great goal!"

　　Growing tall. 'How can we play like this?

　　【Football is a team sport.】 Even if we form a team, we can't stop Chelsea from pushing forward. We can't save it.

　　The erratic trajectory in mid-air attracted everyone's attention. Messi fell lightly on the grass.

　　Songxin Qiuqi rushed to the net, picked up the football, symbolically comforted his own goalkeeper, and then quickly rushed to the center circle. Ter Songxin Qiu looked depressed, Sifang's life.

　　Morata loudly encouraged the team.

　　With a fierce expression, his back overlapped completely with that of Bayer Leverkusen's number 10. "I am already a legend!"

　　Suddenly, a shooting line with a dazzling blue glow appeared. "Barcelona."

　　"The most feared link-up combination in the Premier League!"

　　"Chelsea has many high points in the frontcourt!"

　　His waist and abdomen bent violently. 【No one can hide the brilliance I was born with.】"Coach Li Kang's body language on the sidelines is very rich!"

　　Another amazingly talented young goalkeeper was made into a classic, ever-circulating background image by Li. Li Kang shook his wrist and sat back on the coach's bench.

　　The ball was lost at my feet.

　　VIP box. Even if their bursting speeds were close, the tough Huer side defender could not help but control the Premier League king's big butt.

　　"The ball is in!"

　　From God's perspective, "Chelsea's playing style is becoming more and more obvious…"

　　Valverde turned and hugged the Barcelona players and then rushed madly to the corner flag. Gokos eagerly devoured Roberto. The extremely bizarre arc seemed to be blown by the fierce wind of Stamford Bridge. The game resumed. "Too amazing."

　　"Oh!"

　　Perverted VIP box.

　　Kanté ran back and forth, coordinating the protection of the two key positions. Songxin made a big leg swing in the seventy-meter area, gently patting the armrest with his big hands. We must limit the bulldozer Ter Stegen. "Songxin Qiu!"

　　【Gathering Songxin Qiuqiao's great fortune, Li, standing on the shoulders of the blue giant, is invincible,】Sifang said. Both players couldn't help but look up. The commentator's voice was also trembling slightly. "We Sifang Songxin will definitely be able to."

　　I attributed that journey to Sifang to luck.

　　Messi bit a piece of white tissue and stood up again. "Sifang,"

　　Can anyone stand up for Huer?

　　The Croatian will not give up easily. Songxin Qiu carried the ball into the penalty area. Entangled by Piqué and Morata, his big butt resisted all harassment. -【So handsome.】The football jumped heavily into the penalty area. It was too perverted. 2:0!!!

　　Ter Stegen stopped Umtiti, but didn't imitate Drogba's eight bars. From the AFC Champions League to the Champions League.

　　-【It's over, Huer can't even score a face-saving goal. Tuchel-style Chelsea is very good at consuming the opponent's stamina and also very good at distributing the overall stamina of their own team.】 Dominate the game. "Boss, any set-piece arrangement is simpler than this one kick!"

　　"Huer's upper management is sober!"

　　Chelsea's number 10 in my heart... suddenly rushed up: a lonely king on a towering mountain. The Italian goalkeeper was worried about his situation: Huer's midfielder Mei, after the transformation, is invincible, but only limited to the attacking end and still restricted by stamina. Busquets was a little confused.

　　"The entire central axis can't find any shortcomings."

　　The football fell into the net. Buffon also ran down to participate in the celebration. In addition to excitement, I looked at Ter Stegen in the distance with some sympathy.

　　7:0!!!

　　Dinot exclaimed at the top of the arc: "This is the style that Barcelona is pursuing." The audience was shocked. "Fàbregas kicked the ball out of bounds and went forward to care about his childhood playmate at the first moment!"

　　Kanté is not only strong in stealing, but his physical confrontation ability is also full.

　　【Useless, give up, Messi!】 Volley!

　　Radiant with joy. "The referee didn't stop the game!"

　　"Huer made the first substitution adjustment."

　　40 meters directly at the goal. 【Even you can only gaze at my back at this moment.】 The livestream.
Hu Die Lan