What is a destructive midfielder?

Chapter 150 How is Spanish No. 6 so much better than Leverkusen No. 10?
"Good evening, audience friends, welcome back."

"Players from both sides are back on the field."

"At the end of the first half, the Spanish team took the lead."

"Neither manager made any changes at half-time."

"Let us wait and see what kind of tactical changes will happen in the second half!"

beep!
Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The second half of the game officially started.

Brazil team possession.

Hulk hit Jonas with a kick-off.

Jonas's life experience is very fantasy, which belongs to the plot of "I dare not make movies like that, and I dare not write novels".

He was originally a college student majoring in pharmacology.

At the age of 20, by chance, he participated in the trial training of a club in the Brazilian second division.

From then on to the pinnacle of life.

After landing in Europe, he also staged the second fastest goal in history in the Champions League!

The opponent is Leverkusen.

Hulk twisted his big butt and rushed towards the Spanish team's half.

Jonas passes the ball back to Casemiro.

Real Madrid's midfielder is very tired in the national team and has to undertake the task of organizing and connecting.

The midfielders of the Brazilian team sprinted wildly.

Bah!
Casemiro leans his body and sends a powerful long pass.

The football flew to the right of the Spanish half.

William, who was in position early, carried Alba on his back and stopped the ball on his chest.

Cork's defense was timely.

Seeing can steal the ball.

A stout and stocky figure emerged.

Alves!

He displays a dexterity and agility that are in stark contrast to his appearance.

The inside of the right foot was the first to flick the ball, allowing Cork to miss it.

Taking advantage of the trend with his left foot, he picked up and sprinted on the sidewalk.

"Pretty!"

"Some Spanish fans couldn't help cheering because Alves was once the hero of the city."

Dunga danced and directed the team members to attack aggressively.

The Brazilian team is advancing faster and faster on the left.

Neymar and Willian swap positions.

Hulk pulled Pique.

In an instant, they had entered the hinterland of the Spanish team.

Alves was quickly intercepted by Ramos.

Not much eye contact.

The Brazilian full-back decisively hit the middle.

Neymar stepped on the ball firmly.

Cork is back in place.

He used to be the most spiritual offensive player in Atletico Madrid's youth training. After being trained by Simeone, he raised the upper limit of defensive interception ability.

"Koke's prediction of the card position is very accurate, and he is not in a hurry to steal."

"He was waiting for Neymar to make a feint."

"The two sides have competed many times in La Liga and are very familiar with each other."

Neymar slows down a bit.

Hip swayed slightly.

Cork was unimpressed.

He's like a patient hunter, waiting for his opponent's weakest link.

Snapped!
Neymar makes a small jump with his left foot.

Cork leaned decisively to the left!

The moment of reaction.

Neymar actually completed an incredible action in the blink of an eye!
Push the ball diagonally to the right on the outside of the right foot.

The whole person rushed past!

Keke's center of gravity was unstable and he was shaken to the ground!
"Brilliant jump feint!"

"Terrifying rhythm, terrible combination of human and ball! Simple and efficient!"

"Neymar never plays tricks when the score is behind!"

During this period, Neymar's explosive speed was underestimated by the world.

He seemed to be the current breaking through the embankment.

Let Brazil's offense open up the situation!
William, Marcelo, and Coutinho quietly opened up the width while rushing forward.

Spain's defense line is like a big enemy.

No matter how the five-star samba falls, the impact of the attack group is not bad.

At the Juan Stadium, the boos from the stands all around grew louder and louder.

Fans in the city of Sevilla don't like Neymar very much.

side of the field.

Mignano was trembling nervously, holding the tactical board tightly.

Bosque sat on the coach's bench, calm and calm.

Dunga gestured wildly on the sidelines, signaling that David Luiz on the back line should also press up!

Peake is still competing with Hulk's big ass.

Busquets blocks Neymar's path.

The two Barcelona teammates understand each other's characteristics very well.

Neymar tries to pass the ball to Marcelo.

But he realized that Ramos had cut off the passing connection.

but it does not matter.

The Samba superstar has the ability to solve the Barcelona midfielder in front of him.

To beat Busquets, just slow down the tempo a bit.
Unless that kid Li Kang.
Busquets has a headache.

He can't just defend against Neymar who doesn't play tricks.

After the two went through a complicated psychological game.

He was shaken away by the opponent!
From the viewer's point of view.

The Spanish midfielder is like a fool standing still.

Samba genius completed a freehand practice around the pole.

"oops."

"Brazil's offensive space has come out!"

"Great opportunity!"

Bah!
The moment Neymar tore through the defense.

Haven't stopped the ball yet.

A black-haired figure rushed towards him as swiftly as a tiger.

The samba genius couldn't help shivering, and seemed to recall the good times at the Nou Camp.

The football rolling at high speed is cut off.

Li Kang and Neymar collided!
The latter fell heavily on the turf.

There was an uproar!

"The timing of the interception was perfect!"

"Li Kang stopped Neymar's ups and downs in the defense!"

"Oh! The reason why Busquets is motionless must be to interfere with Li Kang's defense!"

"The moment Neymar finishes getting rid of, the movement connection will enter a vacuum period."

"Li Kang is waiting for this opportunity!"

Neymar is writhing in pain on the turf.

The referee didn't say anything.

Dunga turned his head quickly, and protested angrily in front of the linesman.

The Brazilian team retreated quickly.

Can you make it?

Too late.

Nesta's red and black soul dissipated.

The phantom of Ronaldinho suddenly appeared.

The football left Li Kang's left foot.

Whirling violently in mid-air.

Draw a strange arc, bypassing the heads of Casemiro and David Luiz!

Fall straight to the 40 meter area.

David Silva was undisturbed and unloaded the ball calmly.

All members of the Brazilian team were dumbfounded.

What kind of pass is this?

"Demonic low and heavy long pass!"

"The placement is too precise!"

"The Spanish team's offensive is coming again!"

Brazil's formation is in disarray.

The consequence of the whole army's pressure is to leave their own half empty.

After David Silva received the ball, he turned around and started to explode!
"Single knife!"

"Oh, the speed is too slow!"

Is there a savior for Brazil?

Yes!

Thiago Silva!

Active "Shiyiwei"!
He calmly blocked the blue moon magician's forward line, maintained a subtle distance, and strangled the opponent's line of the ball.

perfect.

Textbook-style anti-single-handed.

'If I was there at the beginning, I would never have been defeated by Germany 7:1! '

After two seconds.

Shi Yiwei's expression froze!
David Silva actually stood in place.

Between a stop and a retreat.

Space for the pass, come out!
"Hey! Why did you stop? Wasted an excellent opportunity to attack!"

"This is a textbook negative teaching material!"

"Big taboo!"

"Pretty!"

"David Silva knows that he has no speed advantage, just waiting for his teammates to advance!"

The Brazilian team's return to defense is fast!

David Silva's pause attracted multiple players to double-team.

Seeing that the ball is about to be lost!

A crisp sound!
The football flew out of the crowd!

Accurately cross the middle!
Iniesta, who was unmarked, went forward.

One touch!
The trajectory of football is changed again!

Fly to the front left!

Cazorla is coming!

Balance your feet!

Lightning fast!

The Juan Stadium is full of voices!
Mignano excitedly shouted: "We don't run fast! But we pass fast!"

Bosque nodded with a smile: "Well, even the counterattack is so gorgeous."

No one can stop Cazorla!

Unless Brazil's little-known goalkeeper opens up.

Arsenal's midfield master, can't even remember Alisson's name.

"Single knife!"

"This is the real single sword!"

"Cazorla's short-distance explosive power is amazing!"

Long-distance explosive power is not enough.

Alisson thought so.

He did a lot of homework before the game, making up for the characteristics of every midfield player in the Spanish team.

In my mind, I roughly judged the opponent's speed and rhythm of touching the ball.

The Brazilian goalkeeper strikes decisively!

At the top of the arc in the restricted area.

It seems that the spotlight of the audience is only shining on Cazorla and Alisson.

One tall and one short.

One big and one small.

One advance and one retreat.

No one can guess what kind of psychological game the two experienced.

"Aren't you on your feet yet?"

"There is no shooting angle!"

"Hey? What's the matter with the return?"

"There has never been a striker!"

Alisson is about to resolve the single-handedly and save the ball.

The slender and beautiful leg in sight stepped in front of the football.

Snapped!
Cazorla's heel hit hard.

The football rolled lightly to the rear.

The Brazilian goalkeeper was stunned.

All viewers are scratching their heads.

Single pass back?

What are you doing?

Even if Morata was present, he wouldn't make such a showy operation, would he?

Dunga was overjoyed.

Mignano looked bewildered.

Bosque raises his fists!
The lens is slightly elongated.

Spain No. 6, coming in the wind.

The lamentation and joy of the Juan Stadium are reversed at this moment.

In Li Kang's vision, a phantom wearing a red No. 7 jersey appeared.

Raul.

A sword seals the throat.

In the eyes of everyone in the audience.

Li Kang tilted his body.

The right foot is slightly bent.

Rub your left foot lightly.

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

Soccer kicks off the ground.

Lightly hoisted towards Brazil's goal.

Alisson backed away sharply, trying to defuse the situation.

That's not the height he can jump to.

Chances of saving, at the goal line.

Only rushing there will have the last chance of life.

pity.

The arc of the football falling.

All hopes were dashed.

Brazil's net was set off again.

Alisson gets down on his knees facing the goal.

2:0! ! !

"Impeccable Parabola!"

"It's so imaginative!"

"Unspeakable tacit cooperation!"

"Flawless lob!"

"Extreme utilization of local space!"

"Gorgeous counterattack without front!"

"You can never imagine what kind of actions this group of magicians will make on the pitch!"

"This generation of Spanish No. 6 makes people feel so strange!"

"Cazorla assisted, Li Kang lobbed and scored, and the Spanish team expanded their lead!"

"The tacit understanding between them must have gone through thousands of difficult adjustments to create such a wonderful collaboration."

Studio.

The barrage is like a waterfall.
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【came back!I feel like everything is coming back! 】
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[Spain No. 6, is it T0?The fit with the core of Arsenal and Manchester City is amazing! 】
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[Busquets' stance defense creates opportunities for Li Kang to steal, and the tacit understanding is also very high. 】
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【exactly!After all, Xiao Lizi is a child of our La Masia. During the offensive process, Xiao Bai's transition pick pass is the best! 】
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[Spain No. 6 is better than Leverkusen No. 10, right? 】
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【Old man Top watch carefully, study hard, don't let Xiao Li play so hard when he returns to the club! 】
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[No way, where can Leverkusen find Cazorla and David Silva? 】
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[Playing like this, sooner or later, Li Mingdeng will be the first person of yellow race to win the World Cup! 】
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【The whole world still doesn't understand how to use Li Kang. 】
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[By the time the experts figured it out, Li Kang had already retired, it was so complicated, just release him! 】

Cazorla turned around and excitedly drew a "pistol" pose with Li Kangbi.

David Silva rushed forward and hugged him vigorously.

Iniesta put his hands on his hips and smiled while panting.

The teammates surrounded Li Kang and clapped hands in turn.

The home fans shouted wildly.

Everyone is intoxicated with joy.

They saw the hope of the revival of the Iberian Peninsula in Spain No. 6.

side of the field.

Mignano said excitedly: "Boss, we are two goals ahead, do you want to replace Li?"

Bosque looked up at the time on the LED screen, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, let them slow down the rhythm a little bit, let's treat it as a practice match."

The other side.

Dunga kicked the coach's bench angrily.

The Brazilian substitute players dared not make a sound.

"Idiots! What a bunch of idiots!"

The football is placed back on the center circle line.

The fourth official held up the LED number plate.

"The Brazilian team has to make two substitution adjustments!"

"Paulinho from the southern giants of the Chinese Super League replaced Casemiro."

"Augusto from the Northern Powerhouse of the Chinese Super League replaced Jonas."

"These two adjustments should be to strengthen the hardness of the midfield, right?"

Dunga directed at the second general of the Chinese Super League, babbled and gestured non-stop.

Paulinho and Augusto are the ideal configuration for his "civilian Brazil".

The game continues.

Hulk hit Neymar with a kick-off.

The latter touched the ball with one foot and passed it back to Augusto.

The midfielder obviously did not adapt to the local climate in Seville.

Facing the menacing Cazorla.

His speed of the ball was half a beat slower.

The Arsenal master steals the ball easily.

"Oh, this ball is thrown too casually!"

"Spain's gorgeous offensive is about to come again. Why did it slow down?"

Brazil's formation quickly retreated.

After Cazorla got rid of the opponent's counterattack, he passed the ball back to Li Kang.

The Spanish number 6 gestures.

The teammates understood.

The rhythm of the game is like the Chinese Super League.

Destroyed the enthusiasm of the fans in the stands.

Juan Stadium, with the slow passing of football, gradually became quiet.

"Why did you start walking?"

Augusto and Paulinho have good physical strength.

They called their teammates and launched a frantic press in the frontcourt.

But just can't grab the ball.

In this generation of Spanish midfielders, everyone's in-situ escape, vision, ball control, and passing have almost reached perfection.

Only Li Kang runs in a wide range on the field, no matter which area on the green field, he can always form a "triangular" passing space with two teammates.

The players of the Brazilian team, pressing to no avail, gradually despaired.

"Core kick!"

"After tactical adjustments, the 18-year-old Li Kang turned out to be the midfield leader of the Spanish team!"

"Broad vision, natural running position! The route of the ball has been calculated like AI!"

"He is a matador with a sword and a red cloth!"

"He is God's gift to the Iberian Peninsula!"

"Football is easy, but playing simple football is difficult."

side of the field.

Mignano looked at his backcourt and said: "Boss, should we replace De Gea?"

Bosque nodded: "Well, don't catch a cold."

(End of this chapter)