Manchester United's heir apparent, but can't play football.

Chapter 133 Shining Dream Theater!
Bertrand gestured to his Southampton teammates, expressing his frustration, about Li Luo's jump height.

The two-meter-tall goalkeeper, Fraser Foster, still reeling from Li Luo's powerful header, exclaimed with lingering fear, "My God, that guy's heading ability in the game must be at least 98 points!"

Mane gazed at the celebrating crowd of Manchester United players and inexplicably fell into reminiscence: "If the captain of Nice's youth academy hadn't broken his leg during the National Games, Li would at least have had a midfield teammate playing in Ligue 1 on the national team. In that case, it would have been quite difficult for Senegal to face China in the World Cup group stage."

During his time at the Nice youth training camp, his Chinese roommates treated him very well and took good care of him.

Even after becoming famous, Mane would smile and recall that time during interviews, and would even speak a few words of Chinese.

The happiest person on Manchester United's side is probably De Gea.

He really liked Li Luo's playing style.

I haven't enjoyed this much in a long time.

The Spanish goalkeeper even suspected that he might catch a cold if he faced some weaker teams in the Champions League.

"The match has reached the 68th minute."

"Van Gaal made two substitutions in a row."

“Carrick is 35 years old, so we need to consider his physical condition.”

"The substitute is 24-year-old De Bruyne."

"I wonder if this was a substitution? What kind of tactical adjustment does Van Gaal imply?"

Carrick walked to the sidelines, gave De Bruyne a high-five and a hug, and exchanged a few words with him.

"22-year-old Lingard kept running back and forth on the wing today, actively participating in defense, but he gradually couldn't outrun the referee!"

"Both players have been substituted."

"Maranda, 20 years old!"

"Coming on as a substitute."

Van Gaal put his arm around Maranda's shoulder and kept explaining the next steps in German.

Maranda nodded blankly.

Van Bass has excellent language skills; he can speak Dutch, English, German, and Spanish. He can switch languages ​​continuously during a match to address different players. For example, he might speak English to Rooney one second, Spanish to Mata a few seconds later, and Dutch to Blind a few seconds after that.

At that moment, the Manchester United manager, seeing the bewildered look on the little black boy's face, couldn't help but yell, "What the hell? You've been in Germany for two seasons and you still can't fully understand German tactical terms? How did you win the treble?"

Oh! Your hometown is Brussels?

Brussels is a bilingual region.

Old Fan could tell at a glance that Maranda came from a poor family, so he explained the task again in French, in a gentle tone.

Finally, he added, "Don't be nervous. That idiot Valencia spent eight years in England, and his English is still terrible."

The theater erupted in enthusiastic applause.

Little Black Egg came on and, taking advantage of a dead ball situation, ran to Li Luo.

"What tactical adjustments did Mr. Van Gaal make?"

"What he said was so complicated, I can't remember it, what should I do, Li?"

"It's okay, pass the ball to me!"

"Okay, Li!"

The game resumes.

The scene became increasingly intense.

The commentator couldn't help but wonder: "Manchester United are leading by one goal, why aren't they parking the bus?"

Coach Zhang chuckled: "Hehehe! Van Gaal always insists on dominating the game through possession, and even when he's leading, he won't significantly tighten his defense. He's very stubborn. He believes that a top club must maintain the dignity of a top club."

"coming!"

"Li Luo broke free from the entanglement and delivered a long diagonal pass, finding De Bruyne on the right wing!"

Carrick was substituted off the field.

Besides Lillard, no one else at Manchester United can fill that position.

The formation has also changed to 4-2-3-1!

De Bruyne replaced Lingard.

Maranda and Li Luo formed a double defensive midfield pairing.

The applause at Dream Theater lasted for a long time.

It was as if the long pass from Manchester United's crown prince was a dazzling jewel.

"A breathtaking inward-spin arc!"

"A masterful pass!"

Li Luo's pass precisely pierced the right side of Southampton's defense, bouncing off the ground and then dipping laterally, catching Fonte and Bertrand off guard!
De Bruyne made a high-speed run forward and easily intercepted the ball.

No further adjustments were made.

Raise your arm to get away.

Snapped!
The Manchester night sky once again traced a beautiful arc.

"Rainbow pass!"

"Area 14!"

"Rooney!"

The commentator's tone was excited.

Rooney is the first player in Premier League history to score more than 10 goals in 11 consecutive seasons.

His fighting prowess in his youth was undeniable.

Nowadays, due to injuries, his speed and explosiveness have been greatly reduced.

Experts and media believe that his alcoholism, his addiction to certain foods since the age of 15, his unhealthy eating habits, and his body fat percentage rising to 20% all contributed to the fact that his peak career was shorter than that of other geniuses of the same era.
The Sun even created a special "Rooney Universe" series: it included pictures, videos, interviews with the person involved, and even unearthed the shocking news that Rooney's fighting ability only lasted for a few dozen seconds.

but.

Rooney's vision, football intelligence, and awareness are still there.

District 14 is filled with an atmosphere of fear and unease.

Although Van Dijk is still growing and developing, his predictions of the ball's trajectory are very accurate.

They were ready to disrupt Manchester United's attack immediately.

Unfortunately, Rooney easily blocked his position.

Snapped!
"Rooney sets up Morata."

"If he were younger, Rooney might have controlled the ball with his chest, used his explosive power to shake off the Southampton center-back, and then unleashed a powerful shot."

"Morata!!!"

Spanish prodigy - Morata.

He displayed terrifying talent the moment he received the ball!

Rotate the supporting right foot.

Turn around.

During the turn, he lightly flicked the ball with the outside of his left foot to change its direction, avoiding Wanyama's direct defense as he dropped into the Saints' defensive line.

Lean your right shoulder forward to expand the radius of your ball protection, and raise your left arm to maintain balance.

Like a firecracker that suddenly bursts out.

Accelerate accordingly.

huh~
Break through the defense! Face the goal!
Van Dijk and Wanyama looked on in astonishment: What kind of monsters are the players Manchester United have this season?

"Pretty!"

"Morata!"

"Break the door!"

At Old Trafford, fans were ecstatic.

A Spanish genius, drawing his bow and nocking his arrow.

An extremely elegant shooting posture: the hip joint drives the thigh forward, the knee joint brakes quickly, and then the ankle joint straightens instantly. The smooth movement exudes the most primal charm!
Bah!
The football shot out!

Triggering the Magnus effect, it traces an "S" trajectory in mid-air!
Saints goalkeeper Foster was dumbfounded.

A curved shot at approximately 110 km/h?
Is this still Manchester United?

How come all these young players are so incredibly talented!
The football flew over the crossbar.

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Old Trafford fell into a brief silence.

Morata spat and turned to give his teammates a thumbs up.

De Bruyne looked completely bewildered.

Rooney scratched his head blankly.

Li Luo clapped earnestly.

The commentator hesitated for a few seconds.

"What a pity! If that ball had gone in, the outcome of the game would have been very, very close."

"I think the problem is the turf."

"Hmm, there might also be wind interference; it's a bit windy tonight."

"And humidity."

Studio.

The barrage of comments flew by.
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[This guy is so handsome, why is he masturbating?]
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[Yeah, he has the face of a protagonist, but he hit the ball into the stands.]
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[What a waste of the attack orchestrated by Lopez! A long, powerful shot from deep position pierced through Southampton's defense, De Bruyne drew a rainbow, Rooney set it off.]
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[Actually, Morata played very well throughout the match; he would have been even better if he hadn't taken the shots himself.]
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What should I do? My two takeout orders are almost here. Can Southampton score two goals in the last twenty minutes to turn the tide? I've bet my entire month's salary on Southampton!

Courtside.

Van Gaal's legs went weak, and he slumped onto the coach's bench.

"That attacking chain was so beautiful! So concise! Lee seized the perfect opportunity in the backfield, using an inward-spinning shot to pierce Southampton's defense, and the result was..."

He immediately clutched his chest in anguish: "You...you were so eager to buy this guy back then? You even kept making offers for two or three years?"

Giggs sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Boss, look at everything he did before he shot. It was perfect."

Old Fan took a sip of mineral water to calm himself down: "That's right, his off-the-ball movement and playmaking awareness, defensive reading ability, speed, and explosiveness are all very well suited to Li's passing and control system."

The other side.

Koeman breathed a sigh of relief.

so close.

There's still a chance to tie the score!
The competition is getting more and more intense.

The crowd in the stands grew increasingly larger.

With the score separated by one goal, both sides were highly motivated.

The pace is getting faster and faster, and physical confrontations are becoming more and more frequent.

Sky Sports Studios.

The Premier League legends are starting to chatter again.

“Maranda is very athletic, and his physical attributes are perfectly suited for the Premier League.”

“De Bruyne. I think he should leave Manchester United next season and go to a club that is more suitable for him. He is very good, but Manchester United does not have the squad and tactical system to bring out his talent.”

“Van Gaal is not perfect. His ability to build a team is historic, but I don’t think he will use a midfield genius like De Bruyne.”

"If Van Gaal is sacked and a coach with higher demands on defense comes in, then De Bruyne should probably leave as soon as possible after this season!"

De Bruyne kept turning his head to observe the dynamic changes on the field.

Van Gaal's two-month intensive training enabled him to easily withstand the harassment and physical collisions from Bertrand and Clasie during passing and receiving.

As they kicked...

He suddenly realized that Li Luo was working very hard. The intensity and pace of the Bundesliga and the Premier League are different. Why did Li Luo have to do this kind of thing when he was in the Bundesliga?

During the dead ball phase, he tried to switch positions with the Chinese prodigy.

However, Li Luo's point was: "Having De Bruyne play deep and control the tempo is a waste." The core requirements of a deep-lying midfielder are "connecting the attack and defense, deciding the direction of the attack, anticipating the opponent's attack direction, and controlling the tempo," while De Bruyne's top talent is concentrated in "creating opportunities in the attacking third, using key passes to break down the defense, and directly creating threats."

Courtside.

Giggs said worriedly, "It's a bit dangerous. With Carrick off, Lee is playing deep and organizing, which means Southampton has lost a control point in the middle. They're getting more and more transition attacking opportunities!"

Van Gaal, however, had a different perspective: "He's fantastic, Lee. His talent isn't limited to attack. Even when he's in a deeper position and can't continue the possession-based system, he can still control everything, simplify things, and help Manchester United devise the most reasonable attacking path."

"The initiator of the offensive chain!"

"Pretty!"

"The match has reached the 78th minute."

"Southampton's counter-attack chain has been cut off by Maranda and Li Luo working together!"

"Their teamwork was excellent; one pressed forward, and the other perfectly anticipated the opponent's forward passing route!"

"Both of them are very fast, have great explosiveness, and have excellent defensive teamwork!"

The theater erupted in enthusiastic applause once again.

This is the big core.

A midfield maestro who can deliver outstanding performances regardless of the situation.

Jack looked surprised.

Tom looked completely unfazed.

Ferguson clenched his fist and once again praised Black Gold in his heart.

Manchester United's heir has honed his skills in the Bundesliga for a season, and Wolfsburg's manager has discovered his abilities in playmaking, heading, and interception!

From God's perspective.

Southampton's formation was in disarray as they transitioned into attack, but Wanyama and Fonte remained composed.

Li Luo dribbled the ball forward with the momentum!

The applause and cheers at Dream Theater rose again!

"Forward without hesitation!"

"It drew the attention of several opposing players!"

The Southampton players, who were preparing to take their positions and track back to defend, couldn't resist the temptation of the Manchester United heir and gathered around, ready to pounce.

"Wow!"

"The blade is drawn!"

Saints' half, 40-meter zone.

Snapped!
Li Luo seized the perfect opportunity.

Slight leg swings.

The football transformed into a sharp blade, piercing through Southampton's tight encirclement.

"Beautiful through ball!"

"Luke Shaw!"

"20 years old, from Britain, the most talented left-back!"

"He only has Van Dyke left in front of him!"

"oops!"

"Luke Shaw got taken down. Van Dijk was too reckless. He still needs a few more years of training."

"Manchester United were awarded a free kick in an excellent position."

Who will be in charge of the penalty?

Van Dijk rubbed his hair in self-reproach, then tried to pull Luke Shaw up.

Luke Shaw is no honest man.

With little time left in the game and Manchester United in the lead, why did we get up so quickly? Are we giving you more time to equalize?

He then rolled around a few times in apparent "pain".

Referee Michael Oliver, with a stern face, waved his hand at the Manchester United full-back.

CTV5 live broadcast room.

The barrage of comments flew by.
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[Get out of the way, Luo's about to show off!]
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[His first game back at Manchester United, a free kick? Humph!]
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[Manchester United fans at the stadium and watching on TV, what are you expecting?]
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[Outside of the foot curve, leaf-shaped free kick, curved free kick, or flying dagger—please choose your preferred free kick style!]
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[Foster let out a soft moan, her eyes languid and her breath sweet as orchids.]

On the green football field.

Saints goalkeeper Foster patiently directed the wall of players.

Free kicks in the Premier League are usually played in a lot of fancy ways, but Manchester United tonight were very "pragmatic." At this stage of the game, with a one-goal lead, they didn't dare to make any rash moves.

When Rooney shoved the ball into Li Luo's arms.

The sea of ​​red in the stands was churning violently.

Lu Xiaopang scratched the black hair of Manchester United's number 7 and said, "Li, you take the penalty. If you score another goal, you can complete a hat-trick at Old Trafford. This will have a different meaning for you."

Li Luo nodded seriously: "Yes."

Courtside.

Van Gaal nodded in satisfaction: "Hmph, Rooney's not bad. I was actually considering signing him this season."

Giggs's lips twitched involuntarily.

The other side.

Koeman was a little nervous.

He had studied Li Luo and knew that the Chinese prodigy's free-kick skills were no less than those of Çalhanoğlu and Pjanic.

Li Luo bent down and repeatedly adjusted the placement of the football.

"All right."

"Retreat sideways, back four or five steps."

"His gaze was fixed on the Southampton goal."

"His eyes were calm."

"At this moment, he stood alone in the fierce wind, standing alone near the football."

"What kind of confidence is this?"

Beep!
The referee blows the whistle.

Li Luo took a deep breath.

[Club Main Quest Completed: The Prince of Dream Theater!]

[Mission Summary: You return to Old Trafford, leading Manchester United on a thorny path to revival.]

[Quest Reward: Shadow of the Crimson Demon.]

A red phantom appeared in my line of sight.

Manchester United number 7.

The night wind swirled the grass clippings from the Dream Theater, ruffling the red hem of her dress and her sweat-soaked black hair.

With each step taken, the body and the afterimage gradually overlapped.

A diagonal approach run-up.

Windmill swing arm.

Manchester United fans around the world suddenly held their breath for a moment, a sense of loss that seemed all too familiar.

Just before touching the ball, Li Luo twisted his body, and reality and illusion completely merged into one. The shouts from the stands seemed to be cut off, and time suddenly froze in the Dream Theater.

Bah!
A precise shot with the inside of his right foot struck the ball, a signature curving strike.

The football seemed to come alive, suddenly lifting off the ground and soaring into the air with a violent spin, its arc like a cold glint, an elegant yet deadly trajectory in the night sky.

The towering Southampton wall attempted to jump and block, but was brutally torn apart by this spinning "blade," even causing the defenders' gaze to be diverted.

Above the penalty area, the arc suddenly dropped, like a meteor crashing into the corner.

Foster's diving save was only halfway done before he froze in mid-air, his fingertips unable to even touch the afterimage of the football, his eyes filled with utter despair.

The ball went in!
3: 1!

The deathly silence lasted only a second before Dream Theater erupted in a tsunami of cheers.

Countless red scarves waved in the air, and elderly fans, their eyes red, pounded on the stands.
They were waiting not just for a goal, but also for this highly anticipated Manchester United heir to announce his return in the most Manchester United way.

Jack and Tom embraced tightly.

Ferguson chewed his gum calmly, his eyes filled with complex emotions, his fists trembling slightly in his pocket.

"In!"

"The ball went in!!!"

"hat trick!"

"Crescent Moon Blade!"

"Prince of Dream Theater, Crescent Moon Blade!"

"Breathtakingly beautiful!"

"A diagonal run-up, a windmill-like arm swing, the silhouette of Red Devil No. 7!"

"A single, arcing shot that pierced the darkness illuminated Manchester United's path to revival!"

"The whole of Old Trafford is shaking!"

"Ignite the entire venue."

"He deserves the applause of the entire stadium and of Manchester United fans around the world."

"Li Luo!"

"A crescent moon blade strikes, illuminating the Dream Theater!"

The commentator's tone was excited.

I glanced down at the data and suddenly realized: it wasn't just Manchester United fans who were moved; Li Luo had become the first Chinese player in Chinese football history to score a hat-trick in the Premier League tonight! A source of pride for Chinese football! A milestone!
Coach Zhang wiped his eyes.

Li Luo stood still.

The red phantom in my field of vision, carrying a sense of reluctance, drifted away with the wind.

Manchester United teammates rushed over frantically.

De Gea instructed Luke Shaw to stand in Manchester United's half, while he himself ran towards the Chinese prodigy.

"hat trick!"

"Li, you're amazing!"

"We're leading by two goals!"

“Maranda is right, you will lead us all the way to winning bonuses.”

Studio.
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[I know many people will criticize me for saying this, but I feel that Li Luo's free kick was even more spectacular than Beckham's.]
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I hereby declare that Li Luo will set new historical records for Chinese players throughout this season's Premier League and Champions League!
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[Oh no, as soon as I, Luo, returned, I showed off like a pro at the Dream Theater!]
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Why are so many comments on the screen saying "tears welling up," "lost youth," and "crescent moon sword"?
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That arc drawn in the moonlight transcended time and space; my brother said it reminded him of his childhood in boarding school.
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[Based on this one goal alone, no matter what Li Luo does, Manchester United fans all over the world will defend him to the end, haha.]
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[Holy crap, even Beckham cried! The curved shot that sliced ​​through the wall, the stunned goalkeeper, the bewildered wall, the swaying net]

Courtside.

Van Gaal was bouncing around with the fourth official in his arms.

Giggs remained calm, a memory flashing through his mind: 'On March 15, 1997, Victoria came to Old Trafford to peek at me, only to find out she was on a date with another girl that day. Manchester United's head of security, Ned Kelly, impromptu introduced the young Beckham to Victoria, and the two developed feelings for each other after talking in the locker room.'

'I don't care about these things; I don't remember them anymore.'

'My estrangement from Beckham is absolutely not because of this, absolutely not.'

The other side.

Koman pounded the ground in frustration.

finally.

Beep! Beep beep~
The whole game is over.

Manchester United 3-1 Southampton.

(End of this chapter)