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

Chapter 141: I actually got this module. (Routine transition)
"competition is over."

"Li Luo scored three goals and provided one assist, conquering Camp Nou."

"Moreover, as the midfield core of Manchester United, he reinterpreted the meaning of passing and possession in an amazing way, more like a bullfighter wielding a red cloth and a sharp blade than Barcelona: he could use delicate passing and possession to control the rhythm of the game and organize Manchester United in an orderly manner; and he could also suddenly accelerate at crucial moments to launch a fierce attack and rewrite the score."

"The road to rejuvenation is fraught with difficulties and obstacles."

"After this battle, no team in the Champions League will dare to underestimate this team. From a fallen giant to conquering Camp Nou, Manchester United announced with a resounding victory: the Red Devils storm will sweep across Europe again."

Manchester United fans around the world cheered and jumped for joy in front of their televisions.

On the other hand, Barcelona fans are in a bad situation.

The camera slowly zooms out.

Camp Nou under the cover of night resembles a silent giant.

He lingered in the Barcelona night, the grass his back, the stands his armor, but there were no cheers from Catalan fans, no celebrations from Barcelona players.

The evening breeze swept across the main stadium stands with barely a sound, leaving only a deep, desolate silence for this "red and blue giant" that once carried countless glories.

The camera slowly zooms out, revealing the outline of the Sagrada Familia in the night.
The commentator took a closer look and was immediately inspired to write a poem: "The unfinished spire of the clock tower is like a stone sword carved from time. It doesn't care about the outcome of the game, nor about the cheers and sighs tonight. It just pierces the darkness with its unfinished form."

"Barcelona's former sharpness has not faded, Manchester United's edge tonight has just been drawn, and this stone sword is quietly watching all of this unfold in the night."

The conversation then turned to famous figures like Picasso and Gaudí.
Coach Zhang ignored all that nonsense and added, "The UEFA-mandated Man of the Match is Li Luo!"

Cruyff was half-helped, half-guided by Barcelona executives as he left the VIP box.

The 1-5 scoreline sent a chill through everyone.

In the corridor outside the VIP box, several reporters held recording pens, waiting in advance. Their cameras followed the old man's back, but they did not receive the expected commentary on Barcelona's crushing defeat.

Cruyff stopped in his tracks, his eyes glancing unconsciously at the Barcelona crest on the wall. He hesitated, then finally let out a sigh. Decades ago, he had regarded Barcelona as his own son.

Seeing it fall so badly now, I can't even bring myself to say a word of blame.

"I think I had a dream."

He suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but it instantly silenced the surroundings.

The reporters paused, waiting for the next installment.

Cruyff simply shook his head slightly, his tone wistful: "I dreamt of the ideal model that Professor Michels talked about his whole life."

After saying this, he didn't linger and continued walking forward.

The corridor lights stretched his shadow long, falling on the red and blue carpeted floor, like a crack in the old era of passing glory, detached from reality.

It seems that in every era, the La Masia youth academy, which Cruyff personally transformed, would give birth to a prodigy midfielder.

But even the most turbulent streams have their dry seasons, and there are always periods of stagnation. Barcelona couldn't even find a young player who could take over the "passing and control" torch.

The night at Camp Nou was now shrouded in the shadow of a crushing defeat.

On the green football field.

Li Luo never expected that Barcelona defender Mascherano, who had suffered a crushing defeat, would take the initiative to exchange jerseys with him.

"Li, you played really well, kid."

"You too."

It's not flattery.

Throughout the match, Li Luo intentionally avoided Mascherano, not wanting to waste time and energy on a head-on confrontation, since the opponent was a truly elite defensive player.

The two men, shirtless, exchanged jerseys.

Mascherano is passionate about Chinese culture and actively promotes it on social media platforms.

However, this guy also has a notorious history (threatening his previous club by boycotting matches, demanding a low-price transfer to Barcelona).

There was no further small talk.

Li Luo took a few steps when someone gently tugged at the hem of his clothes.

Look back.

De Gea, clutching his goalkeeper gloves, caught up, with Smalling and the others following behind, looking excited.

"Li! Did you see that? Against Barcelona's MSN trio, we only conceded one goal!" De Gea's voice was filled with unbelievable excitement as he patted the Chinese prodigy on the shoulder. "We wouldn't have dared to imagine this before; Barcelona didn't even have many chances to attack."

Li Luo smiled and said, "It is indeed a bit unbelievable. I didn't expect it either."

"It's all thanks to you."

Smalling finally spoke up, her voice filled with gratitude: "Thank you, Lee."

Several Manchester United players gathered around, but no one claimed to have blocked a few shots or intercepted the ball a few times. Not a single one did.

Everyone understands that Manchester United's victory at Camp Nou was ostensibly due to their strong defense, but in reality, it was Li Luo's strategic control of the game that prevented the MSN South American attacking trio from unleashing their full firepower.

Luke Shaw stood at the edge of the crowd, the arrogance in his eyes gone, replaced by pure admiration. He used to think that "Manchester United's crown prince is nothing special," but tonight he truly understood what "midfield soul" meant.

After this battle.

No one dared to question Li Luo's position in the Manchester United dressing room anymore.

Schneiderlin looked distressed, pulling Maranda along with a confused expression: "You said that after Neymar controls the ball with his weaker foot, his next step would be to break through, and if he controls the ball with his dominant foot, his next step would be to organize an attack or pass. Did you get it backwards?"

Little Black Egg shook his head, his tone serious: "It's not backwards, he used a fancy footwork to stop the ball and then got past you."

"."

De Bruyne was about to join the discussion when he overheard their conversation and realized he couldn't get a word in edgewise.

Advertising boards on the sidelines.

Morata fixed his hair, put his hands behind his back, and proudly puffed out his chest.

He remained unfazed in the face of cameras and microphones.
"Reviving Manchester United with Lee is my dream!"

"De Bruyne? He should have realized tonight that getting an assist at Manchester United is a very simple thing."

A middle-aged male reporter wearing glasses pressed on, "You led Juventus all the way to the final last season, so you should know the strength of the teams in the Champions League very well. How far do you think Manchester United can go this season?"

Without hesitation, Morata said, "Lee and I will join hands to defeat one powerful opponent after another and strive to realize our dream."

clap clap clap!
The reporters present erupted in thunderous applause.

This guy is good at talking and scored in a crucial match, so he's sure to win over a lot of Manchester United fans.

The joy of one side highlights the sorrow of the other.

As Iniesta watched the replay on the LED screen in mid-air, seeing Li Luo's dominant performance in midfield, a perfect copy of the La Masia number 4 position, a sense of loneliness welled up inside him.

Are we getting old?

Busquets nodded and then shook his head: "You're old. You're 32, and I'm only 27."

The most heartbroken person was German goalkeeper Ter Stegen, who was thrashed five times and his confidence was almost shattered. He had been hoping to perform well tonight, keep a clean sheet against Manchester United, and gradually earn a chance to be selected for Germany's squad for the 2016 European Championship.

Neymar looked dejected and decided to follow a few more girls on social media that night.

Suarez looked up at Li Luo's shoulder, revealing a set of white teeth: No rush, there will be another chance to face Li Luo at Old Trafford.

The Barcelona assistant coaches were filled with mixed emotions, exchanging thoughts as they left the field:
"If MSN had a Lee behind them, would Barcelona have continued their dominance?"

"Nonsense, if Li had an MSN attacking duo in front of him, Manchester United would also dominate European football."

Post-match press conference. Van Gaal, with his large belly, clenched his chubby hands, and arrogantly surveyed the entire auditorium.

Who else dares to question themselves?

Who else?
After a humiliating departure from Barcelona, ​​they have returned to their old stomping grounds and achieved a resounding victory.

This pleasure is so wonderful that it's hard to describe.

"Our defense was a pile of crap, but Li controlled the game, controlled the ball, and perfectly demonstrated the passing and possession defensive style, which greatly reduced the pressure on the defense."

"Barcelona's defense is also a pile of crap; they have lost the legacy they were once so proud of."

"During the match, I had moments of disorientation where I mistakenly thought that the true essence of La Masia was at Manchester United!"

The entire Manchester United team returned to their hotel.

Rooney grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling with a suggestive glint, hinting that he wanted to take Li Luo out to experience the local 'culture and customs' of Barcelona.

For talents produced by England's youth academy: indulging in food and drink is considered indulgence, while everything else is minor and not considered indulgence.

Li Luo waved his hand in refusal.

Nothing beats the thrill of opening a treasure chest.

Moreover, everyone has different aesthetic tastes.

"Li, did you take your multivitamin today?"

"No need, I know you're handing me sildenafil."

"Haha."

Rooney silently stuffed the things back into his pocket.

There is a story behind this:
In 2009, when Carlton Cole was preparing for a match against the Netherlands with the England team, he forgot to bring his vitamin pills. Wayne Rooney offered him a blue pill, pretending it was a multivitamin.

Cole swallowed it directly, and subsequently developed persistent "stonker" during training, causing him great embarrassment in front of everyone.

after many years.

"You know how embarrassing it was," Kerr said in an interview. "My teammates were a bunch of young guys, and I was watching them, making my practice pants bulge."

"They say I have a third leg."

Li Luo quickly returned to his room.

A cold, mechanical, synthesized voice quietly began to play.

Congratulations on obtaining: Barcelona Golden Chest.

A golden treasure chest floated in mid-air.

The surface is engraved with a pattern of laurel flowers and bats.

[The treasure chest is being opened]

[Congratulations on obtaining the Messi "Cadre Switching" module.]

[Additional attribute boost: Ball control +5!]

Possession: 91!

A series of incredibly exciting scenes flashed through Li Luo's mind.

gradually.

From a bird's-eye view, several red lines slowly extend, quickly demonstrating the practical application of "step frequency switching": 4.3 steps/second at the start to maximize explosive power; dropping to 3.7 steps/second when changing direction to maintain a stable center of gravity; and instantly rising to 4.1 steps/second when passing or shooting to enhance the speed of passing the ball.

What a good thing.

To some extent, it made up for the loss of his ability to handle the ball in confined spaces after he grew taller.

They did not become complacent in their joy.

Li Luo sat at his desk, calmed himself down, and began to write a summary seriously.

"This Barcelona team has weak midfield control. Rakitic is very hardworking and strong, but he is incompatible with Busquets and Iniesta. Tonight, against Manchester United, the three of them had problems such as overlapping roles, rhythm conflicts, and conflicting spatial needs."

"The system needs to be adapted, not just built up with powerful elements."

"Barcelona's defense is also strong on paper, but it is getting old. The two full-backs have to provide width for MSN and also immediately drop back to defend after losing possession. This is also a problem for the midfield."

"."

Writing and writing.

Li Luo discovered that what he wrote wasn't entirely correct either.

Finally, I'd like to add: "The above situation is what exposed Barcelona's problems when facing Manchester United."

This has no reference value for other clubs.

Post-match news reports shocked all of Europe.

Many people's first reaction was even: they suspected that the score was written backwards.

Li Luo's video compilation quickly went viral across the internet.

Barcelona is sick.

Li Luo scores a hat-trick in his Champions League debut! Manchester United's passing and possession overwhelm him, thrashing Barcelona and announcing the Red Devils' resurgence!

"Camp Nou Massacre! Li Luo transforms into a La Masia number 4, leading Manchester United to a 5-0 thrashing of the reigning Champions League champions."

A disgrace to Barcelona! Midfield out of control, defense collapsed.

Manchester United's aerial and possession-based attack completely overwhelmed Barcelona's defense, causing their backline to crumble.

The epic saga of Manchester United's resurgence has begun.

A lengthy analysis: Cruyff, Enrique, Lillard, and Van Garner at Camp Nou – differences in their understanding of passing and possession.

The Sun: Has Li Luo's taste changed? He once again rejected Southeast Asian girl Davika at a Barcelona hotel.

The number of comments, likes, and shares skyrocketed.
-
[Awesome! Li Luo thrashed Barcelona?]
-
[Just woke up, is this fake news?]
-
The feng shui at Camp Nou was bad; it ruined my four-fold parlay.
-
Li Luo is the first Chinese player to score a hat-trick in the Champions League.
-
[Having experienced the trials of different leagues, tactics, and opponents, I've absorbed the strengths of many and developed my own style, to the point that I can perfectly replicate that guy, Lassie, at the power forward position.]
-
Manchester United fans are celebrating.
-
[Handsome, intelligent, and incredibly talented – a super midfield prodigy! Even the formidable MSN Barcelona team couldn't defeat him!]
-
[A Champions League debut that made him an instant star.]
-
[Li Luo rejected another girl? No wonder he's my daughter's favorite high-caliber soccer player and idol!]
-
[Will Li Luo go bald after spending so much time in the Premier League?]

Cheshire.

A thin mist lingered.

Ferguson took a sip of his Scottish Highland tea and beamed with delight.

"A very respectable win."

"Faced with the formidable MSN Barcelona, ​​Li led Manchester United to play attacking football and showcase the Red Devils' spirit!"

"La Masia's power forward position? Was this something Black Gold taught us? We had no idea that Lee's understanding of tactics had reached this level."

Jack unfolded a professional newspaper and read out the entire match data: after all, it was difficult for the old man to read the small numbers on the newspaper.
After a while.

"Sir, the newspapers say Manchester United still have a lot of tough challenges ahead, haha!"

Ferguson nodded seriously.

Yes.

The top teams in the Premier League, and the established powerhouses with complete squads and well-developed systems in the Champions League.
(End of this chapter)