Madrid.

The national team staff gathered in front of the television, anxiously.

"The Confederations Cup is in fourteen days!"

"Quick, look at the slow-motion replay. Li's arm is twisted like a noodle dangling in the wind."

"What noodle? Don't panic, I hope it's just a common dislocation!"

"Arm injuries will affect balance, speed, and confrontation..."

"Forget the Confederations Cup, maybe even the World Cup a year from now..."

"Contact the best hospital immediately, communicate with Arsenal, and let Li return to Madrid for treatment!"

Everyone was flustered and incoherent.

Miniano slammed the table hard. "Pepe, that son of a bitch, he ruined our national treasure! He is our eternal enemy!"

VIP box.

Beckenbauer trembled with rage, unable to contain his anger.

"Quick, contact Wohlfahrt!"

Dr. Wohlfahrt, known as the number one miracle doctor in the sports world, Bayern Munich's sacred beast, and a famous sports medicine expert.

Athletic superstars like Bolt, Kobe, Gay, Maradona, Graf, Becker, Ronaldo, Almsick, and others had made special trips to Munich for medical treatment.

Kahn's eyes darted around, finding it difficult to say, "The doctor was driven away by Guardiola two years ago… he's in America now."

Millennium Stadium.

Hisses, curses, and exclamations rang out incessantly.

A young fan's eyes were covered by his parents.

Blood stained the turf red.

"Pepe is spitting blood."

"It is very likely that his ribs punctured his lungs or bronchus!"

"Everything is self-inflicted!"

"The pressure on the Real Madrid team doctor is immense."

"Red card!"

"The referee showed a red card to the Real Madrid center-back being carried off on a stretcher!"

"Two goals behind! One player sent off! Is the Galácticos' title defense plan going to fail at the Millennium Stadium?"

"Li Kang was the one fouled. We don't know the extent of his injury yet. From the slow-motion replay, his right arm..."

The Millennium Stadium was shrouded in cold.

The entire Arsenal team surrounded the stretcher as it left the field.

Morata held Li Kang's left hand all the way, constantly comforting him that everything would be alright.

Welbeck ran out of the bench and stood on the sidelines, his eyes red.

Cazorla's expression was dazed: having suffered greatly in the past, he knew the impact of injuries on young players.

All the teammates and staff were silent.

Wenger at this moment was far from being the refined gentleman he usually was, constantly urging the team doctor and UEFA's medical team.

Serious injuries seemed to be an unavoidable fate for Arsenal.

The tragedies that Diaby, Eduardo, Ramsey, and others had experienced were now happening to Li Kang.

Livestream.

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[Pepe was taken to the emergency room, probably a rib fracture that punctured his lung or trachea, retribution.]

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[Li Ming Deng must be okay! I still want to see you lift the Big Ears Cup.]

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[It's over. Forget a broken arm, even a common cold can significantly reduce a professional player's competitive state.]

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[He won't be able to play in the Confederations Cup. If he recovers slowly and has any sequelae, forget about the World Cup next year.]

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[He kicks with his feet, not his hands! What impact could it have?]

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[It has a huge impact on overall function. Do you think this is Return of the Condor Heroes?]

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[Real Madrid got a Ruby War God card, with hope of reversing the situation! Li Ming Deng can't play either!]

Pepe was very unwilling.

Didn't everything he did defend Real Madrid's defense?

Why didn't anyone come up to care about him?

Zidane even went to Arsenal's coaching area to care about Li?

Is he out of his mind!

His anger reached his heart.

The blood he coughed up stained his purple jersey again.

In the end, Pepe was carried onto a small ambulance and left the stage of the Champions League final.

According to the rules of football: in addition to standard shin guards, players may not wear any objects that may injure themselves or others.

Li Kang used his left hand to remove the team doctor's splint.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

Bould was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed, "Boss, Li means he still wants to continue the game!"

"No, it's too risky!"

"Wait a minute, don't substitute him yet, let's hear the team doctor's opinion first!"

On the green field.

The referee resumed the game.

According to the rules: if an injured player leaves the field for treatment and it is not a severe brain injury or fatal injury, the game time cannot be interrupted for a long time.

So the situation on the field at this moment is: ten-man Real Madrid against ten-man Arsenal.

"Arsenal has a free kick opportunity!"

"Not many people are participating in the attack. With a two-goal lead, the priority is still stability!"

"Oh no!"

"Sanchez didn't pull out the arc! Navas confiscated it!"

"Real Madrid's counterattack!"

"Bale!"

Navas threw the ball hard towards the right half!

Bale stopped the ball in front of him.

The football happened to pass by Xhaka's side.

Immediately after.

The spotlights of the entire stadium seemed to only shine on Real Madrid's number 11!

"Out of nowhere, a thunderclap!"

"Gareth Bale!"

"Perfect nutmeg!"

Xhaka only felt a gust of wind passing by.

Looking back, he could only see the back of the Real Madrid superstar.

The audience forgot about the tragedy just now.

Their eyes were attracted by the lightning-fast purple figure.

In the camera.

The billboards on both sides became increasingly blurred.

Bale's speed was getting faster and faster.

Like a thunderbolt, he bombarded Arsenal's half!

Forty meters.

Thirty-five meters.

Thirty meters.

Cazorla and Monreal, who tried to intercept him, were directly eaten alive!

The football passed through the gap between the two.

Bale accelerated again.

"The shortest distance between two points."

"Bale is the shortest!"

"He's past them!"

If Bale was on the left, he could unleash nuclear-level independent attacking ability.

Tottenham had already provided the best instructions back then.

But in Real Madrid's system, he wouldn't be allowed to play on the left.

Why?

Too fragile.

There was no way to build a system around him.

Real Madrid, a giant that has to go through multiple competitions every season, needs a stable tactical framework.

At this moment, Bale on the right has limited attacking means, but once he has space in the transition attack... no one can stop him.

"No support from teammates!"

"Is Bale going to shoot himself?"

Rushing to the edge of the penalty area.

Bale dribbled the ball horizontally, without too many complicated rhythm changes, purely using speed to seize space, leaving Koscielny and Maguire with no time to block.

A hard shot with his left foot!

The football, like a cannonball, bombarded the upper right corner of Arsenal's goal!

Čech tried his best, but his platinum gloves could not change the trajectory of the ball.

Arsenal's net was lifted.

2:1!!!

Real Madrid fans instantly erupted in a wave of cheers!

"Key man!"

"Bale staged a stunning long-distance raid!"

"Too unreasonable!"

"He dragged Real Madrid back from the brink of collapse!"

"The Galácticos never give up!"

"This is the foundation of a giant! This is the foundation of the eleven-time Champions League champion!"

"The amazing combat power in adversity, the spirit of tenacious struggle stands immortal!"

"Arsenal won't win the championship that easily!"

"Zidane's life is about breaking curses and creating miracles!"

"The suspense of the championship is back, eh? Is Li Kang still insisting on playing?"

There was no goal replay.

The camera moved.

Arsenal's number 10 stood on the sidelines again!

The night wind blew through his black hair.

The white bandage revealed an unspeakable tenacity.

The entire Millennium Stadium was gradually submerged in thunderous applause.

Beckenbauer was stunned, seemingly unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.

Livestream.

Barrage flying.

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[Without Li Ming Deng, Arsenal wouldn't lose to Real Madrid, right?]

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[Refer to the Spanish national derby in April, ten-man Real Madrid reversed Barcelona!]

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[Real Madrid is stronger when the wind is against them, especially in the second half. The stamina bar of Real Madrid players is longer than the opponent's!]

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[I know the script: Arsenal is physically exhausted, Real Madrid equalizes at the last moment, the Champions League final is dragged into overtime, and Real Madrid wins in the end!]

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[Politely: Are you Atletico Madrid?]

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[It's meaningless for Li Ming Deng to play with an injury. The opponent is the Galácticos at the peak of the Champions League!]

Real Madrid players did not celebrate.

Bale had a bad feeling. He picked up the football and ran back to the center circle quickly.

Li Kang stepped onto the green field, stopped his teammates' concerned greetings, and quickly gestured with his left hand.

The game restarted from the center circle.

Morata kicked the ball back to Cazorla.

"Wenger's decision is too risky."

"Li Kang is affected by his arm injury and cannot guarantee his balance!"

"Marseille turn!"

Beckenbauer's phantom did not bring any special skills.

The powerful all-attribute bonus, however, allowed Li Kang to become more and more free on the green field.

On the center circle line.

He received a pass from Xhaka.

Facing the front and rear double-teaming of Kroos and Benzema.

The Eye of Truth burst out.

While dribbling forward, he gently flicked the ball with his right foot, and the football slid to the right!

The red and white jersey fluttered in the wind.

Turn around.

Kroos looked shocked.

The Arsenal number ten in front of him had already completed an extremely elegant left-footed ball pull.

Elegant!

No chance to counter-snatch.

The explosive speed of Li Kang after connecting the ball pull and turn seemed even more terrifying than usual!

Sideline.

Wenger's mood was like a roller coaster, full of ups and downs.

In the end, he still did not refuse Li Kang's request.

Bould and the substitute players were extremely excited.

On the other side.

Zidane touched his bald head blankly: he could still maintain this terrifying balance with a broken arm... he couldn't do it when he was young!

"Monster!"

"How can his speed be getting faster and faster!"

"Still not passing the ball?"

"Wonderful one-two!"

"The pace of advancement is perfect!"

Facing Modrić's interception.

Li Kang did not confront him head-on.

Cazorla supported forward, and the distance between the two shortened.

Continuous one-touch passing.

The football seemed to draw a "∠" trajectory on the green field!

"Super wingman!"

"Can Li Kang still accelerate?"

"Too domineering!"

"All of Arsenal's attacking players are cooperating with him alone!"

"Unbelievable!"

At the moment when Li Kang was about to single-handedly challenge the defense.

Bale chased after him.

The audience's ears seemed to explode with two thunderclaps.

Ramos became the background for the two's speed competition.

There was not even a chance to foul and stop him.

The football passed by his side and was eaten alive without any suspense!

The spotlights of the Millennium Stadium seemed to only shine on Li Kang and Bale.

In the camera, two figures, one red and one purple, set off a whirlwind on the final night.

"They're too fast!"

"Two lightning bolts!"

"Two tall figures showing the beauty of strength and speed."

"Their legs are too long."

"Their stride is too big."

"I can't even see the shadows of their feet anymore..."

"Who touched the ball first!"

"Wow!"

"Antelope hanging its horns!"

Pa.

Inside the Real Madrid penalty area.

Li Kang made an emergency stop and buckled the ball with his right foot.

Bale could not stop his body's inertia.

The two opened up a distance of several positions in an instant!

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

How could the two-hundred-million-dollar man with the bandage be so fierce?

Without giving the audience time to savor it.

A thunderous roar resounded through the sky, making Navas the background again.

The Galácticos were collapsed!

3:1!!!

Li Kang turned to face the Arsenal fans in the stands and opened his left hand.

The night wind of the Millennium Stadium blew through his bandages and black hair.

"Incredible!"

"Li Kang, who was injured, used a terrifying heavy artillery to stifle Real Madrid's hope of equalizing!"

"Hat trick!"

"Champions League final hat trick!"

"A legendary moment enough to be recorded in football history!"

"He continued to fight with bandages, and the whole world witnessed his tenacity and iron blood!"

"Tenacious and unyielding!"

"He made Arsenal worthy of this score!"

Duan Xuan and He Wei were a little incoherent.

Too shocking.

King.

Arsenal's number 10 on the green field is the king who dominates the game tonight!

Livestream.

Barrage flying.

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[This scene reminds me of Beckenbauer, two long-distance raids of 40 meters... fighting until his shoulder was dislocated and continuing to fight!]

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[This goal is too shocking.]

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[Marseille turn with a broken arm, nutmeg with a broken arm, racing with Bale with a broken arm, heavy artillery with a broken arm!]

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[The assist is credited to Cazorla, a century assist!]

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[Fighting the Galaxy stars alone...]

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[It's over. How can ten-man Real Madrid play against eleven-man Arsenal led by Super Li Ming Deng?]

The Millennium Stadium under the night sky had long become the territory of the Gunners fans.

Applause like a tide.

Shouting the name of the hero to the fullest.

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

Arsenal teammates carefully surrounded Li Kang to celebrate.

Afraid of touching his injured arm.

Navas's face was ashen... helplessly looking at Bale.

Bale pressed his hands down, his expression complicated: "Yes, yes, yes, Li and I are very similar..."

Modrić lifted his jersey and wiped the sweat from his face, his understanding of the tactics in his heart was a little collapsed...

C Ronaldo did not give up, picked up the football from the net, and loudly encouraged his teammates.

VIP box.

Beckenbauer applauded excitedly, admiration that could not be concealed in his eyes.

"Did you guys pay attention to Arsenal's attack just now?"

"Li did not deviate to his left half during the advancement process."

"His freedom is too high."

"If there were no rules for offside and goalkeepers not being allowed to handle backpasses... Li would be my generational heir!"

"Is Cruyff in front of the TV?"

"There is no La Masia number 4 position! Li's tactical skills and fighting will are tempered in the soil of German football."

A group of legendary superstars held back for a long time and could not refute... they could only nod in agreement.

In the following time.

The Galácticos, with one less player, were unable to recover.

Li Kang, with bandages, ran all over the field.

All Arsenal members did not relax, fighting will is contagious.

They did not adopt a low defensive posture.

They still used their numerical advantage to win one midfield battle after another, and then launched an extremely aggressive passing storm!

Real Madrid also did not give up.

C Ronaldo and Ramos encouraged morale with their actions.

Even if they die, they must die standing!

"The Champions League final is not a league, there is no goal difference to speak of."

"Either lose, or equalize."

"Real Madrid is not defending, they are going to fight with their backs to the water, they are going to fight to the death!"

In the 69th minute of the match.

C Ronaldo received a pass from Kroos in the thirty-five-meter area of Arsenal's half.

The half is the range!

Bang!

The football shot out and flew to the stands.

He is no longer the omnipotent golden-edged Ronaldo.

The injury made him lose his proud explosive power.

In the 76th minute of the match.

Welbeck, who came on as a substitute, was eagerly waiting.

Li Kang sent a through pass on the right side of the penalty area.

Welbeck deliberately missed it!

Morata seized the position and scored in one go!

Stronger when encountering the strong!

4:1!!!

In the 84th minute of the match.

Real Madrid's defense line was "flattened" and crumbling.

The distance between Arsenal's attacking players suddenly shrank.

Sharp passing and cutting in the thirty-meter area.

Instantly tore apart the defense of the ten-man Galácticos.

Giroud completed a scorpion tail swing in the twelve-yard area.

Navas could not judge the angle of the shot for a while and watched the net being lifted helplessly.

5:1!!!

The attack did not stop.

The Gunners seemed to want Pepe to pay the price for his evil deeds!

Xhaka drilled into the net, picked up the football and ran back.

A chill swept over the hearts of all Real Madrid fans.

In the end.

Beep! Beep beep~

The referee blew the whistle to end the game.

Arsenal 6:1 Real Madrid.

The team topped the European summit for the first time in history.

(End of this chapter)