Li Kang pulled up his pants and patted Rüdiger's little head affectionately.

The system prompt sounded quietly.

[Ding, detected that this Chelsea teammate's friendliness towards you has increased, establishing a bond!]

[Blue Bond: Negotiation Expert Lv1!]

[Your basic speed and stamina are slightly improved.]

[Rüdiger seems to have become a little smarter and a little calmer.]

[The effect is only active when the two are on the field at the same time.]

[Establishing a bond for the first time will restore some of your abilities to their best state.]

The shadow energy in Li Kang's brain instantly surged.

All the power drained during the Champions League final was instantly replenished.

Rüdiger scratched his head and walked away silently.

While the Spanish players celebrated, they couldn't help but think of the Confederations Cup curse.

Especially a few players from La Masia youth training camp: Busquets, Fàbregas, and others were quite superstitious.

After all, the patriarch of the youth training camp, Cruyff himself, was also superstitious.

When Cruyff was young, he liked to spit his chewing gum into the opponent's half before the start of the game, believing that this would transfer bad luck to the opponent.

In the 1969 Champions League final, Ajax lost to AC Milan. Cruyff said that the reason for the loss was that he forgot to spit out his chewing gum.

Fàbregas's goal seemed to have caused a subtle change in the psychology of both players.

Kroos was not discouraged and encouraged the young players to cheer up.

Although he insisted on wearing "white shoes" in every game, he was not superstitious, just obsessive-compulsive.

Neuer was reflecting: if he hadn't been shadowed by Li's long shot, he should have resolved the danger outside the thirty-meter area.

On the sidelines.

Mijatović was excited for only a few seconds before calming down quickly.

Del Bosque patted his big belly and said with a smile, "Celebrate as much as you want. If we can win the game, Spain will lift the Confederations Cup for the first time."

It is worth mentioning that the previous meritorious coach of Spain, Aragonés, was also very superstitious.

He insisted that yellow would bring bad luck to the national team. When Raúl arrived at the national team training base wearing a yellow t-shirt, he was immediately asked to change to a different color.

On the other side.

Löw picked his nose, his expression calm.

He was also superstitious.

He once believed that wearing white, black, and blue clothes could bring good luck to the German team.

After eliminating England in the 2010 World Cup, he publicly stated that he would not wash or change his clothes before the semi-final.

The game restarted in the center circle.

The German team launched another fierce attack.

Still limited by the lack of explosive points on the right and the lack of a forward pivot, they didn't have a good way to deal with Spain's targeted defense.

Li Kang and Ramos, Saúl, Koke, and others repeatedly cooperated to successfully clear the danger.

It was a pity that there was no chance to launch a perfect counter-attack.

Diego Costa suddenly felt that Rüdiger, who was entangled with him, seemed to have become a little smarter, and even the trash talk he said gradually became logically clear.

Time passed by.

The referee finally blew the whistle to end the first half of the game.

"After 45 minutes of fierce battle, the current score is 1:0!"

"The Spanish team maintains the lead."

"Let us now go to a commercial break, the official sponsor of the Confederations Cup reminds you..."

The Russian organizers decorated the originally simple dressing room with an atmosphere like the Emirates Stadium.

Red cushions.

Cozy cabinet lights.

The Spanish coaching team actively reviewed the content of the first half.

"The characteristics of this German team are very obvious."

"Extremely strong strangulation ability, extremely weak positional attack ability, they were originally the team best at positional warfare!"

"Li made very correct decisions in the first half."

"We must continue to seize the opponent's weaknesses..."

Fàbregas enthusiastically handed Li Kang a banana.

Diego Costa gently patted the back of Li Kang's head.

No cold, mechanical electronic prompt sounded in Li Kang's mind.

Are these two guys more friendly than Rüdiger, but haven't triggered the bond yet?

German team dressing room.

The atmosphere was not heavy at all.

Löw did not criticize the players, but patiently explained the details of the game to several young players.

The 2010 World Cup journey seemed like it happened yesterday.

The German youth team set off a "white storm" in South Africa, stunning the world.

"Time flies so fast."

"We have many shortcomings, but there is still time."

Looking at the young players in front of him, Löw's eyes were full of longing: the German team can continue its strong performance in next year's World Cup.

The fifteen-minute break ended quickly.

The referee team led the players of both sides back to the green field.

St. Petersburg reignited its passion.

"Good evening, audience friends, welcome back!"

"The second half is about to begin!"

"Spain has made the first substitution."

"Isco replaced Fàbregas."

"On the German side, Goretzka replaced Havertz!"

Beep!

With the referee's whistle.

The second half of the game begins.

German team possession.

Werner kicked off and passed back to Kroos.

Without too much fancy stuff, the German chariot's advance became a lot simpler after Goretzka came on.

Li Kang suddenly heard a roar of young beasts in his ears.

In his vision, the phantom of a little pony condensed in the wind.

The German team isn't Bayern.

Why is Mönchengladbach's totem so motivated?

"The German team's forward passing is very simple."

"Different from Havertz's style of rhythm control, connecting back and forth, and shifting left and right, Goretzka basically won't have too many rotation shifts in the middle, so that the German team's frontal impact is stronger."

"It's a pity that Schalke's genius is still relatively weak..."

"Sure enough!"

"Li Kang directly steals from the front, taking the ball from under his feet."

"The explosiveness of this steal is too fierce!"

The audience was in an uproar.

The Spanish fans cheered.

Goretzka was dumbfounded: how could Li's explosiveness be so abnormal at that moment? In the past, he would definitely have enough time to pass the ball out.

Li Kang dribbled the ball forward, crossing the center circle.

The German team's midfield quickly surrounded him.

Rüdiger decisively abandoned Diego Costa and approached Isco, who had a better receiving environment.

Kimmich's cheeks flushed: it's time for my fateful showdown with Li again.

Calm down.

It's a little hard to calm down.

The Spanish number 6 attacking head-on is too terrifying!

"Li Kang's injury may not have fully recovered."

"He ran very little in the first half, but at the beginning of the second half, he showed his past dominance in the midfield!"

"He may not be able to get past!"

Facing the German team's frontal interception in midfield.

The shadow in Li Kang's brain spread wildly.

Energy surge.

Comprehensive improvement.

The Eye of Truth burst forth.

His body leaned to the left.

But his left foot pushed the ball to the right.

Perfectly avoiding Kimmich's outstretched foot!

In a flash.

His right foot pushed the ball forward!

"He's past."

"Perfect 'La Croqueta'."

"Golden move!"

After getting off work and returning home, I've been feeling dizzy and unable to concentrate. The next chapter may have to wait until dawn. The next chapter will end the game.

(End of this chapter)