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

Chapter 142? Are we that bad?

Qatar.

Xavi, the former midfield maestro of Barcelona, ​​is currently at the Al Sadd training ground, intently watching the television screen.

His expression gradually revealed shock and confusion.

The screen was replaying footage of Barcelona's match. The team that had woven countless victories with its passing game was now like a puppet with its strings cut, torn apart.

"How could this happen?"

Harvey muttered to himself.

He recalled his time at Camp Nou, where even in the face of the toughest challenges, as long as he, Iniesta, and Busquets were in midfield, Barcelona could control the game; at worst, they could only lull the fans into a false sense of security.

"The midfielder who perfectly embodies the legacy of the Klopp system is actually Lee from Manchester United?"

"Incredible."

"Li's consciousness and thinking"

"Yes, his commercial value is immeasurable. He should be an ambassador for two World Cups, at least for the Qatar World Cup."

Xavi is no longer worried about Barcelona. Qatar has given him a lot of money and benefits, and now he needs to think about Qatar's future.

The next day.

The entire Manchester United team returned to Britain.

It was September, and the sheep looked like black and white cotton balls scattered on the green grass. The willows on the ridges of the fields drooped with pale yellow branches. Occasionally, you could see red telephone booths and dark-colored country cottages with thin white smoke rising from their chimneys, as if adding a few gentle lines to the scene.

"Li, what kind of sheep are those? They look like Shaun the Sheep from the cartoon."

Maranda asked curiously.

Li Luo glanced at it and said, "Scottish Blackface lamb, but Tom said Welsh goat is even tastier."

Little Black Egg picked up his pen and silently wrote in his notebook: "Clever Li, I need to remember this. Next time I talk about this with my friends from my hometown, they will definitely think I am very knowledgeable."

"No need to talk, just treat them to a meal, and they'll think you're very knowledgeable."

"Okay, Li."

De Bruyne listened to their conversation but couldn't get a word in edgewise: What were they talking about?
Back at Carrington training ground.

The group began low-intensity recovery training.

The afternoon sun shone on the field, and the atmosphere was slightly more relaxed than usual.

De Gea suddenly clutched his forehead, a slight dizziness washing over him. He quickly realized he might have caught a cold!

"Team doctor! Come quick!"

He called out to the medical team on the sidelines, his voice weak.

"Hey kid, stay away from Li, don't get too close!"

Van Gaal's voice suddenly broke in, tinged with a rare panic, and he even took a half-step forward, worried that De Gea might actually move closer to Li Luo.

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Of course, Van Bronckhorst meant no harm, but urged the team doctor in a more anxious tone, saying that De Gea was also very important.

Everyone was bewildered, but after thinking about it carefully: it makes sense, Li can't get sick, the midfield maestro can't get infected.

Giggs frowned; four days later, Manchester United would face West Ham United at home.

It's going to be tough. It might not be as easy as it was against Barcelona.

West Ham United, a renowned Premier League team, is an extremely tough opponent.

at dusk.

Li Luo finished his extra practice on free kicks.

Manchester United's first team support staff has been completely revamped, with many familiar faces to Li Luo: Wolfsburg had a clean squad last season, and considering Li Luo's development in the Bundesliga, Manchester United's management simply poached a lot of people from Wolfsburg.

As for Dutch veterinarian Jos, who made numerous mistakes last season, he was relegated to the Red Devils' reserve team.

Of course, Jos also made a contribution; he left Manchester United with a data-driven training model that inspired his successors.

Li Luo briefly communicated with the logistics team.

Tom came running over at just the right moment: "Li, it's time to go. We have to participate in a fire safety awareness public service activity. The club has already made the arrangements."

In late September, the Icher River is bathed in the golden-red glow of the setting sun, the leaves on the banks begin to turn yellow, and occasionally fallen leaves float on the water like little paper boats.

"plum!"

Manchester United CEO Ed Woodward strode over, followed by several staff members: "Your performance at Camp Nou was fantastic, the Red Devils' genius playmaker."

He then casually mentioned a few more points about the spirit of Manchester United.

After exchanging warm greetings, he pulled Tom aside and whispered about how charity events could enhance the image of players, especially young stars like Li Luo whose commercial value was immeasurable.

When it comes to commercial value, he talks at length.

Reporters had already set up their cameras when the bearded director squeezed through the crowd, holding a Manchester United number 7 jersey: "Li, I shouldn't have changed the script last time. I've always been a fan of yours, could you sign this for me?"

Li Luo ignored it.

Suddenly, he smelled a faint scent of perfume.

"Li, could you sign your name for me?"

A gentle voice sounded in his ear. Li Luo turned around and saw a blonde girl approaching. She was wearing a simple white knit sweater and light blue jeans that hugged her long, straight legs, making her curves eye-catching.

With delicate features, she looks like a fairy from a fairy tale.

"Of course, beautiful girl."

"You can call me Savannah."

Seventeen-year-old Savannah Brad smiled so hard her eyes curved into crescents, revealing two shallow dimples on her cheeks.

Li Luo took the notebook she handed him, opened the first page, and saw a hand-drawn Manchester United logo. The colors were applied irregularly, and the edges had rounded lines in a girlish style. It was clear that she had put a lot of effort into it. Judging from the color of the paper, it was definitely not drawn recently.

"Are you a Manchester United fan?"

Yes, when I was very young.

Listening to the beautiful girl's explanation.

As Li Luo signed his autograph, he couldn't help but think of Morata's lines.
The bearded director, observing the situation, seized the opportunity and said, "Handsome, respectable, and debonair Li, could you sign your name for me too?"

Savannah blushed and kept stealing glances at Li Luo.

His eyes were filled with admiration.

How could a young female Manchester United fan not like the Prince of Old Trafford?
Especially the Battle of Camp Nou.

Before the match, no one thought Manchester United could win, but Li Luo displayed the ultimate and most elegant control and command, defeating MSN Barcelona in one fell swoop and helping the Red Devils achieve a great victory.

Gradually.
My thoughts are in disarray.

Savannah almost lost her balance when she looked at her idol.

The fire safety awareness campaign was simple: paint the newly built fire equipment on the street and hang up signs that read "Beware of fire".

Li Luo and Savannah were paired up. It was their first time doing this kind of work, so their movements were a bit clumsy.

Savanna almost knocked over the paint bucket while painting. Li Luo reached out to steady the bucket, and his fingertips accidentally touched the back of her hand. They both froze for a moment before quickly looking away.

When handing over the brush, their hands accidentally touched;
When hanging up the banners, Li Luo's tiptoeing was too big, and he kept accidentally bumping into the girl's shoulder. After a while, Savannah's cheeks became redder and redder, and even her hands, which were painting, began to tremble slightly, and her whole body went limp.

Li Luo was also a little uncomfortable. He rarely had such close physical contact with women in broad daylight, especially with Manchester United staff watching from a distance.

It was vaguely clear that a sniper rifle was aimed at me.
After a long while, the event ended.

Savanna rubbed her aching wrist and said softly, "Li, I used to only see you play football on TV. I never imagined you were so gentle and kind in real life."

"is it?"

Li Luo smiled and took out his phone: "You're the first Canadian girl I've met since I returned to Manchester United. Let's exchange contact information. I'll invite you to the next home game."

Savannah's eyes lit up, and she quickly gave him her number: "I'll definitely go!"

A sweet feeling quietly welled up in her heart. She had read a report in a Canadian sports newspaper before, saying that Li Luo's private life was exceptionally clean. He never accepted invitations from women casually, rejected many beautiful women, was devoted to football, never forgot his mission to revive Manchester United, and had never been in a relationship.

Having spoken with him up close today, I felt that he didn't have a trace of the arrogance of a Manchester United star. He was very easy to talk to, like the gentle breeze on the banks of the Icher River, so mild and comfortable.

Such a talented star makes you want to get closer to him.

Tom, who was not far away, was originally looking down and organizing materials for a charity event. When he heard the two exchanging numbers, he quickly shifted his gaze to the big tree by the roadside, pretending to adjust his collar with his fingers, not daring to glance in that direction out of the corner of his eye.

Several Manchester United staff members nearby also acted in perfect unison: looking up at the sky and down at the grass, pretending they hadn't seen anything.

"What if the Duke finds out?"

"Li didn't do anything. He just participated in a charity event today. It's normal for him to be admired by female fans."

Night falls.

As the crowd gradually dispersed, the streets returned to their usual tranquility.

Not even two days passed.

Li Luo then forgot about Savannah.

With so many messages every day, how can I possibly remember a little girl?
As for whether we'll meet again in the future, we'll see what fate brings.

He trained diligently every day, and during his rest time he would watch game videos attentively in his dormitory. Occasionally he would go out for a stroll with Maranda, Morata, and others. His life was very peaceful.

gradually.

Another round of Premier League matchdays has begun.

Old Trafford stadium has been packed with spectators since Lillard's return.

now.

It stands silently in the Manchester night sky like a red giant.

"Zhuangdianertai! Zhuangdianertai! Good evening, viewers!"

"We are now broadcasting live the third round of the 2015/16 Premier League season."

"Manchester United host West Ham United."

"Red Devils vs. Hammers".

"As we all know, the West Ham United are a force to be reckoned with. They have a reputation for 'robbing the rich and giving to the poor' in the Premier League and are known as giant killers."

"Manchester United, be careful tonight."

"Hehehe, last season, Van Gaal swept the West Ham!"

"Manchester United was weak back then, and they were given a handout!"

The narrator explained the history of the Hammer Gang to the audience in a detailed and engaging manner.

Coach Zhang is full of expectations for the competition.

Studio.
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Is this match okay?
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It's hard to say. If Manchester United gets stronger, West Ham's fighting power will surge, triggering some kind of mystical effect.
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[No need for lengthy analysis, let me put it simply: The Hammers' tactics are concise. Against weaker teams, they press forward; against stronger teams, they play a defensive counter-attacking style, using long balls and crosses.]
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Why do West Ham United fans hate Manchester United so much?

Pre-match press conference.

Van Gaal got into another argument with the reporters.

"Who says Manchester United only has one tactic? With Lee's return, Manchester United's attack will become more layered and three-dimensional!"

“They slander and spread rumors every day.”

"You'll be fired from the newspaper tomorrow. What's your name? Think about your parents, wife, or nephews and other relatives. They'll be ashamed of your slanderous behavior."

As he spoke, he took out a tactical map and carefully explained the tactical deployment for tonight to the reporters!
The other side.

West Ham manager Slaven Bilic is also being criticized by the difficult Premier League journalists.

"Mr. Bilic, why do you still insist on Big Sam's defensive counter-attacking style and long balls and crosses?"

"If West Ham United continues to play like this, then what's the point of having you here?"

Bilic offered no explanation.

He made many detailed adjustments, and the team's performance improved, but some fans and reporters insisted on focusing on the tactics.

Fuck you, the lineup set up by former head coach Big Sam is only suited for counter-attacks and long balls. Does he expect to lead a bunch of rough guys to play possession-based football?
Player tunnel.

Payet warmly embraced his fellow Frenchman, Schneiderlin.

This Hammer winger was last season's Ligue 1 assist leader, creating 134 threatening passes in a single season, shocking Europe.

De Bruyne glanced at West Ham United's lineup and noticed that their starting eleven today was quite strong, featuring several impressive players.

Manchester United's first-choice goalkeeper David de Gea is still recovering from a cold and will miss this match.

Li Luo is having a brief conversation with substitute goalkeeper Valdes.

The latter was full of confidence, patting his chest and saying: Although I am old, there are not many goalkeepers in all of Europe who are more reliable than me.

The referee team led both teams' players out of the tunnel.

A deafening roar of cheers erupted at Old Trafford.

"Now we will introduce the starting lineups of both sides."

"Manchester United's formation is 4-2-3-1!"

Goalkeeper: Valdes

"Defenders: Darmian, Smalling, Blind, Luke Shaw."

"Double defensive midfielders: Herrera and Schneiderlin."

"Central midfielders: De Bruyne, Li Luo, Maranda."

Forward: Morata.

“Maranda can’t create any threat on the left wing, so I guess he will frequently switch positions with Li Luo and then switch to the box-to-box midfield role.”

West Ham United are fielding a 4-4-2 formation!

Goalkeeper: Randolph.

"Defenders: Antonio, Reid, Ogbonna, Cresswell."

Midfielders: Lanzini, Kouyate, Noble, Payet.

Forwards: Sakho, Carroll.

Studio.
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If West Ham's firepower were to employ a "Robin Hood" style of play, it seems like they could easily shatter Manchester United's defense.
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That guy named Payet is really good, especially when he has the ball. His style is completely different from his other Hammers teammates.
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[I remember Carroll, that big center forward. He transferred from Newcastle to Liverpool for a record fee.]
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He caused Liverpool to lose a staggering £2000 million, a record for the largest single transfer loss by a Premier League club at the time, and considering inflation, this record is unlikely to be surpassed in the future.

Beep!
Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The game officially begins.

Hammers get possession.

Carroll kicks off and passes the ball back to the backfield.

To everyone's surprise, Li Luo did not take on the task of holding back the team. Instead, he rushed across the center line and moved between the opponent's two lines.

"It was a very simple game."

"Ok?"

"Maranda steals the ball from Noble! Payet remains unmoved!"

Payet is very strong offensively.

However, having just joined the Premier League and only played three rounds, they currently have a serious flaw: they don't like to defend.

Many clubs appear to be very strong, so why do they suffer humiliating defeats? Because one or two players play like couch potatoes and are unwilling to defend. In the 2015/16 season, the top five leagues had already evolved to a grid-based dynamic defense, requiring everyone to participate in the defense.

Of course, some clubs have really bad defenses.

"Maranda carried the ball forward for a distance, but had no chance to find Li Luo, so he passed the ball to De Bruyne."

"De Bruyne crosses the ball."

"Li Luo and Morata take turns switching positions."

Morata made a feint run ahead of time, confusing the West Ham defense, and then suddenly dropped back, drawing out a West Ham center-back.

Li Luo stomped hard on the grass, forcefully pushing against "the space created by the entanglement of the two".

De Bruyne delivered a precise cross with the outside of his foot.

Courtside.

Hammers coach Slaven Bilic remained calm.

He is a guitarist and songwriter.

The theme song "Vatreno Ludilo," composed for the 2008 European Championship, was loved by many.

And he is a lawyer.

During his playing days, he had a fierce defensive style; as a coach, however, he instructed his players to be mindful of defensive boundaries, exploit blind spots in the referee's field of vision, and strive to play aesthetically pleasing football.

During this period of history, many fans had a misconception: the Hammers, just from the name, sounded like they played dirty football.

In fact, this team's number of fouls is very low in the Premier League, and most of them are tactical fouls.

They committed over a hundred fewer fouls than the "dirtiest" Crystal Palace.

The number of yellow cards is low, and the Premier League ranking is also low.

On the green football field.

Ogbonna's defensive cover was extremely swift. The moment Li Luo controlled the ball, he lightly lifted his ankle and flicked the ball over the opponent's head. Immediately afterward, he suddenly unleashed a terrifying pace, like a gust of wind, sweeping past Little Black Egg's side.

West Ham United's defense looked completely bewildered.

[Step frequency switching module: 4.3 steps/second at startup to maximize explosive power; drops to 3.7 steps/second when changing direction to maintain center of gravity stability; instantly rises to 4.1 steps/second when passing or shooting to enhance ball release speed.]

"what is this?"

"Light Steps!"

"Li Luo has gradually adapted to his current height, and his playing style is somewhat similar to Cruyff's."

“I even suspect that his stride frequency before he grew taller might have been comparable to Maradona’s.”

"Speaking of stride frequency, that Deulofeu..."

"Look at this ball."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the scene on camera took another turn. Hammers goalkeeper Randolph rushed out of his goal, his footsteps hurriedly blocking the path, but Li Luo simply flicked the ball gently, creating a shooting angle.

With a ball control attribute of 91 points, the ball moves with exceptional smoothness at this moment.

The cheers at Old Trafford erupted instantly. It's becoming increasingly rare to see someone calmly score after dribbling past the goalkeeper in the Premier League, and Li Luo's brilliant performance at this moment made the whole stadium boil over.

That's so cool.

A dreamlike dance.

An indomitable and powerful aura.

Snapped!
The football flew low to the ground, like a precise scalpel, easily skimming over the unguarded goal line!
The white net ripples.

1:0!!!

"Pretty!"

"The ball is in!"

"Li Luo took a dreamlike dance step, starting from the edge of the penalty area, and successively broke past the goalkeeper before pushing the ball into the empty net, giving the Red Devils the lead."

"Manchester United's lightning-fast attack at the start!"

"Van Gaal's ingenious move was to not let Li Luo take on the role of midfield organizer, but instead rotate him to be the finisher."

"This match should be very easy for Manchester United."

"It could be another resounding victory!"

Studio.
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[The Little Hammer Gang, take them on!]
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[His footwork has become so incredible again? If only Lopez hadn't grown taller, his explosive power in the attacking third would be even more terrifying.]
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[Li Luo's explosive performance isn't just about his foot speed. His increased height isn't a bad thing; it makes his fighting ability more comprehensive, his ball control radius longer, and makes him more suitable for teams without a central midfielder.]
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[Is this match all set? Van Gundy truly is a tactical kaleidoscope! I'm going to check out the new article in The Sun, "The Love Story of Li Luo and Savannah."]
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I told you, we shouldn't underestimate Van Gaal.
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I had a feeling it wasn't that simple; the Hammer Gang wasn't so easy to deal with.

Courtside.

Van Gaal's face screamed invincibility.

His tone was full of confidence:

“To deal with a team like the Iron Hammer Gang, Li doesn’t need to work so hard or take on so many tedious tasks.”

"Tonight, we will unleash Li's offensive firepower from all angles."

"Leave the organization and scheduling work to Blind. Center-backs controlling the field and organizing the game is the trend of football development!"

Giggs wanted to say something, but found he couldn't interrupt the Manchester United manager at all.

A few minutes later.

The Iron Hammer Gang's momentum was also on full display.

Lanzini made a high-speed run down the wing and crossed the ball from the byline.

Carroll displayed his striker prowess, leaping high with his imposing 193cm frame and easily piercing the goal guarded by Valdes with a powerful header.

1:1! ! !

The commotion at Old Trafford only paused briefly before returning to its previous deafening pace.

Manchester United fans are relaxed, believing it was just a mistake and that United will bounce back.

Van Gaal frowned.

Giggs handed the head coach a bottle of mineral water, allowing him to cover up his embarrassment.

Another few minutes passed.

"Li Luo has created an opening in his left rib area!!!"

"Hey you from Manchester United, pass the ball over there! Don't waste this great opportunity!"

"Oh dear, has Herrera's ankle and rib injuries not healed yet?"

"How did Payet knock you down so suddenly?"

"Payet, who just arrived in the Premier League, hasn't even developed his physical strength yet, and he can already eat you up?"

"Positioning changes!"

"The Hammer Gang's attack is on again."

"The fan-shaped surface opened up in an instant."

"The offensive width has also been expanded!"

Payet faces Manchester United's defense head-on.

After dribbling the ball at high speed to the top of the arc, he slowed down, using a "slow" stepover to confuse Blind, before suddenly accelerating and cutting inside.

By changing the rhythm, a shooting angle was obtained.

Bah!
His left foot curled out in an arc!
They broke through Manchester United's goal.

1:2! ! !

The French prodigy picked up the football, sprinted to the corner flag, and stuffed it into his stomach, signifying that the goal was dedicated to his unborn second son. The atmosphere at Old Trafford instantly cooled.

Manchester United fans' spirits plummeted instantly, feeling as if they had returned to the past.
Li Luo struggled back to defend, looking at his own backline with a bewildered expression. He then glanced at the "aging" Dream Team III's legendary goalkeeper, Valdes.

Then I glanced at Van Gaal, who was furiously raging on the sidelines.

Brinder looked guilty: "Li, let me explain."

"It's okay, there's still plenty of time in the game."

Li Luo loudly encouraged his teammates.

Old Van's plan tonight was theoretically perfect, but Manchester United's defense was completely breached by the opponent.

So vulnerable?
How come the defensive midfielders and defenders of top clubs are weaker than me in defense?

He already knew the answer, but he felt a bit helpless tonight playing at home.

Studio.

The barrage of comments flew by.
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What does this mean? It means Manchester United is now a truly strong team, triggering the West Ham's "Robin Hood" buff!
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[I knew it! Manchester United's resurgence was just an illusion, top-heavy and now they've been brought back to reality, haven't they? Haha! I'm betting big on West Ham United tonight!]
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[Tonight, Fan Hai wanted to change the formation from 4-2-3-1 to 4-4-2 to confuse the opponent, and believed that Li Luo didn't need to organize the offense against the Hammer Gang, so he switched Li Luo to the Shadow Striker position and let Blind organize and control the field.]
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I can't control myself!
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[Idiot Van Gaal.]
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[Is Herrera still injured? How come he can't beat Payet?]
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[When the close-up shot focused on Manchester United's defense, my brother smashed the screen with his slipper. Before the game, he confidently declared: "Van Neville's Manchester United defense is the best in the universe."]

Courtside.

West Ham manager Stan Bilic feels like happiness came too suddenly.

Manchester United's defense is indeed terrible: the whole team is full of talent in the midfield and forward positions, but without De Gea to clean up their mess, the defense is just a pile of mud.

The other side.

Enraged, Van Gaal frantically corrected the mistakes of several of his disciples.

Giggs quickly pulled him back: "Boss, let's not interrupt Lee's train of thought, he's communicating with his teammates!"

"Oh, right! We can't interrupt Li's train of thought!"

The game restarted in the middle circle.

Morata kicks off and passes the ball back to the backfield.

The football was passed quickly among the red jerseys and soon reached Li Luo's feet.

The Hammers did not press high up the pitch.

They took a one-goal lead, steadily retreated, and gradually built a low defensive line.

"Very pragmatic!"

"The team-building philosophy is different. The team-building philosophy left by the former West Ham United manager is suitable for a pragmatic style of play."

"It's clear that they've learned from the lessons of the teams that Manchester United previously defeated."

"No strangulation, no high pressure."

"Park the bus steadily and try to take the victory from Old Trafford!"

Li Luo and Herrera switched positions.

He then took over the organizational tasks from Blinder.

He switched from a shadow striker role to a midfield commander, leading Manchester United to advance steadily and suppress West Ham United.

Old Trafford stadium erupted in thunderous applause once again.

Time was ticking away.

Li Luo controlled the pace of the game.

positional warfare.

Long-distance transmission scheduling.

Positioned on the left and right flanks respectively with De Bruyne, they shifted their focus across a wide area, diverting the opponent's defensive center of gravity and drawing out the stronger and weaker sides more clearly.

The teammates dared not be careless and cooperated carefully.

Faced with the Hammers' tight low-post defense, the Chinese genius's ability to organize and execute positional offense was brought to its fullest potential.

Paye occasionally rushed out, attempting to cut down trees aggressively, but he rarely had the chance.

Maranda would occasionally seize the opportunity to cut down Paye.

The Hammer Gang's physical strength and patience were constantly being depleted.

The offensive rhythm in positional warfare cannot remain constant.

There needs to be change.

Ideally, it should be a dramatic change.

Li Luo decisively abandoned positional play and moved to the very front of Manchester United's formation in the most drastic way.

"Pretty!"

"The Hammer Gang held their ground in a low position and were not breached. This time, they chose to tighten their defense and deepen their defenses."

Manchester United press forward again

"Positional offensive. Speed ​​it up!"

"De Bruyne's wide-ranging dispatch."

The football arced through the air, flying from the left side of the West Ham's penalty area to the left.

Followed by.

Luke Shaw knocked him into District 14 again.

With his back turned, Li Luo was relentlessly pushed by Reed, the big man from the Hammer Gang.

Arching, arching.

He suddenly discovered a startling fact: during his time at Wolfsburg, he was short and the black and gold team deployed a strikerless formation, with himself in the forward position. Before receiving the ball, he had to position himself to the side and behind, blocking the vision of a tall center-back and exposing the other center-back's disadvantage in lateral movement. Then, upon receiving the ball, he would instantly pull back and turn, cleverly using the opponent's strength to break through the confrontation.

In the strikerless formation, the small arrowhead position used to be unable to act as a target man, and could only become a "magic potion" near the penalty area by attracting defenders, connecting passes, and utilizing space.

It’s different in the past.

I've grown taller, and my core strength has also improved!

snort!
The tough guys who used to bully me can no longer shake me when I'm facing away!

Li Luo leaned against the Hammers' defender with his back to them.

Receiving the ball.

He kicked it back.

The extremely simple approach delighted Manchester United fans at Old Trafford.

Snapped.

The football rolled into zone 14 and changed course.

A route of exquisite beauty.

"A beautiful return."

"It's a cannon!"

"Exquisite gun mounting!"

"The Schneiderlin is inserted, fire it now!!!"

There were no spectacular long-range shots.

Schneiderlin adjusted slightly and instinctively passed the ball to Li Luo again.

Li Luo happened to turn around and slip into the penalty area.

There was no shooting angle.

Continue with a one-touch pass.

Snapped.

This time, the ball was passed to Morata, who had cut in from the other side.

The Hammers' defense reacted quickly, with their forces rapidly converging on that side; goalkeeper Randolph, while directing his teammates, was also quickly adjusting his own defensive position.

Morata did not choose to shoot himself.

No adjustments are even needed.

The Spanish striker's "non-shooting" talent was on full display at this moment.

He flicked the outside of his foot.

The football bounced lightly towards Li Luo.

Continuous lateral passes within the penalty area.

"Pretty!"

"Incredibly seamless teamwork!"

"It's as if we're telepathically connected!"

Courtside.

Van Gaal looked agitated.

Bilic felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Chaos reigned in the Hammer Gang's restricted area.

packed with people.

"Li Luo."

"Facing an empty door."

Morata's passing was superb.

Li Luo's timing for his runs and cuts was excellent.

At this moment, even with Ogbonna grabbing his arm and Cresswell pressing his chest, they couldn't stop the Chinese genius's fatal blow.

Lift your feet.

While losing balance, kick in an acrobatic manner!
"Exquisite archery skills."

"Wow!"

The football was hoisted high above the white net.

2:2! ! !

Old Trafford Stadium, after a brief silence, instantly erupted in cheers.

The Red Devils fans in the home stands erupted in a thunderous cheer.

The West Ham fans in the away stands hung their heads in frustration.

"Li Luo!"

"Goal!"

"A beautiful goal!"

"Faced with West Ham's tight defense, he increased the pace and changed his tactics, penetrating the opponent's defense in an unreasonable way, setting up, linking up, and finishing! Helping Manchester United equalize!"

"An assist from Morata."

Will the Hammer Gang's Robin Hood-like curse be broken?

"The camera focused on a Manchester United fan. That's exciting! His emotions tonight must be like a rollercoaster ride!"

Li Luo got up from the two Hammers defenders.

He picked up the soccer ball from the net and ran towards the center circle with all his might.

Dream Theater.

Red Devils' territory.

How can we be satisfied with a draw?
The Manchester United teammates, who originally wanted to celebrate, quickly realized what was happening and ran after Li Luo.

Studio.
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[Thanks, Li Luo! I almost panicked after betting heavily on the Hammers. This goal was the end for me. I'm quitting! I'm broke now and I'm never touching them again. The Hammers have lost their offensive drive; they're completely finished.]
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Damn it, even my little 4.5 is trembling with fear.
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["Brother Luo Helps You Quit Gambling"]
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Manchester United's positional attack is incredibly smooth. Li Luo's coordination with his teammates is simply amazing. If I were to join them, I might even score a goal.
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How many Premier League goals has Lopez scored this season? Does he have a shot at the Golden Boot? His stats should be even more terrifying than those of midfielders like Yaya Toure and Lampard who scored goals at breakneck pace!
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[Best Support - Morata, a center forward with such amazing footwork! He can also instantly read Li Luo's offensive strategy.]

Courtside.

Van Gaal's tense face finally relaxed, and he slapped the small tactics board hard.

Giggs and his assistants rushed to the sidelines, raising their fists and roaring.

"It's tied!"

"After Li made adjustments, the score was tied."

"Having a midfield maestro makes all the difference."

From trailing 1-2 to drawing 2-2, Manchester United's momentum has completely returned!

The other side.

Bilic looked dejected and muttered, "We don't have any chance to counterattack at all; we can't even touch the ball."

Only by personally participating in the match can one truly appreciate how terrifying this genius midfielder, who connects the entire team and strategizes with such skill, is.

None of the teams that were defeated by Manchester United have shown the correctness of parking the bus.

All right.

West Ham United provided another cautionary tale for the Premier League teams tonight.

Iron Hammer Coach sighed and said calmly, "There's still time. We can adjust our defensive positioning and have a chance to counterattack."

Sky Sports live stream.

Gary Neville, his tone excited.

"How can anyone compare Payet to Lee?"

"They're not even in the same league, okay?"

"Their temperaments are completely different,"

"Paye is too lazy on defense and always messes up in crucial moments. Lee can not only attack but also organize the offense, and his playing style is so elegant. They are from completely different worlds!"

The game restarted in the middle circle.

The players from both sides took their positions.

Will there be any more goals? Can Manchester United take the lead?

The commentator's tone was full of anticipation, and Coach Zhang added: "Manchester United is in high spirits right now. Li Luo has seen through everything and is creating too much of a threat. West Ham's low-block defense probably won't be able to hold on."

"Especially physical fitness."

"In positional warfare, De Bruyne and Li Luo shifted the defensive focus back and forth, causing the West Ham to drop even faster."

in the following time.

The Hammer Gang is very determined.

Their goals are also very pragmatic.

If you can win, then fight.

If you can't beat them, hold onto the draw until the end and leave Old Trafford unscathed.

The football moved quickly across the green field.

Amidst a deafening roar of cheers.

It was as if a huge red demon was brutally crushing a small iron hammer.

Manchester United fans felt time was flying by and wished their team could score another goal; West Ham fans, on the other hand, felt time was dragging on and hoped the referee would blow the whistle soon.

The 91th minute of the game.

When some players' physical condition drops to a certain level, the game becomes very simple.

Manchester United have another good chance.

Maranda intercepted Noble's pass to Payet in midfield and immediately laid it off to Li Luo.

Li Luo dribbled forward, facing Ogbonna's defense, he suddenly changed direction, his pace shifting in the blink of an eye, and swept past his opponent like a gust of wind!
"L-shaped dribble?"

"Simple and practical!"

They charged to the top of the penalty area.

Faced with the Hammer Gang's rebuilt defenses, he did not continue to break through, taking a god-like perspective and controlling everything.

Gently flick the ball.

A light, curved surface.

De Bruyne made a timely run into the penalty area, controlled the ball with his chest, and then unleashed a shot!

3:2! ! !

Old Trafford went completely wild, with fans standing up, waving scarves, and chanting the Manchester United anthem throughout the stadium!
De Bruyne rushed to Li Luo, picked him up in a hug, and shouted excitedly, "This goal was all thanks to you! It was beautiful!"

Manchester United teammates rushed forward one after another.

Morata cried anxiously, "Let me hug you! Let me hug you!"

Maranda said matter-of-factly, "With Lee around, I know we're bound to win."

Schneiderlin suddenly warned, "Don't let your guard down in the last few minutes. The Hammers will definitely retaliate, especially the guys with cards on their hands. Don't make any big moves."

"That's right, hold onto your advantage and then look for opportunities!"

Then, De Bruyne led the way in celebrating. His Manchester United teammates raised their fists and jumped around.

"A comeback!"

"It's not easy!"

"A tough battle! We won it!"

"Li Luo's status at Manchester United is proven by his ability. If he plays for a few more years, he will definitely have a statue erected at Old Trafford!"

Studio.
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【handsome! 】
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[They've overtaken them! Has the Hammer Gang's Robin Hood buff stopped working?]
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[It didn't fail; it was broken by Li Luo.]
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Look at the fervent expressions of the Manchester United fans here; I wonder what they think of Li Luo.
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[There's only a little time left, Manchester United's defense needs to stay solid! Don't make any mistakes!]

There was very little time left in stoppage time.

Payet was brought down by Smalling, and West Ham United have a fantastic free-kick opportunity in Manchester United's half!
Li Luo was completely bewildered.

Van Gaal angrily grabbed his hair.

No way?
With just a tiny bit of time left, the defense faltered again?

The referee took out foam spray and drew a "U" at the location of the foul.

"There's nothing we can do. Smalling's stamina has probably dropped, and his defensive moves are no longer as effective."

"The Hammer Gang's last chance."

"Payet took the free kick, and his free kicks are excellent; he's the kind of player who could carry the team back in France!"

Giggs was tense and anxious, his face tense.

Bilic stood on the sidelines, leaning forward like a gambler about to have his cards dealt, staring intently at the penalty area.

Iron Hammer even covered his eyes, unable to bear watching what was about to happen.

The chants of Manchester United fans echoed through Old Trafford: "Manchester United! Manchester United!"

The shouts drowned out the cheers from the Hammers fans.

The West Ham United anthem has completely disappeared, replaced by the Red Devils' melody.

Both sides are on high alert.

Manchester United goalkeeper Valdes carefully directed the wall, repeatedly confirming their positions: "A little more to the left! Block the near post!"

At this moment.

Tens of thousands of people at the scene held their breath.

"It was their last chance, and the Hammers' goalkeeper rushed up."

“Paye”.

"Will he be the savior of the Hammers? Will he be able to get the team out of Old Trafford unscathed?"

"approach!"

"Raise your foot!"

Snapped!
The rising ball hit the Manchester United wall.

A series of sighs rose and fell from the stands. Those were the sighs of the Hammers fans.

There was also cheering from Manchester United fans.

"Didn't make it in!"

"Why is the referee awarding extra time?"

"Li Luo controlled the ball in the 30-meter zone, dodging and weaving. In the blink of an eye, he cleared the ball. No! He passed it to De Bruyne!"

"Morata is charging!"

The football flew towards the empty West Ham United half.

The Belgian midfielder was filled with anticipation: that was none other than Morata, the legendary striker who had once breached Barcelona's defense!

The Spanish striker skillfully controls the ball.

An elegant journey.

Facing an empty door.

A low shot.

The kick went wide.
The entire audience was stunned.

The commentator was momentarily speechless.

"what?"

"That's strategic thinking. There's no time left. Kick the ball out of bounds... uh... Morata, that was a very reasonable move!"

Morata remained unfazed, turned around, gave his teammates a thumbs-up, and then made a celebratory gesture towards the stands.

De Bruyne was stunned for a moment, then clutched his chest in pain: How could they miss that? Manchester United's attacking and defensive lines are both a bit unreliable.
Van Gaal and Giggs collapsed on the coaching bench.

Beep! Beep beep~

The referee blew the final whistle.

Manchester United 3-2 West Ham United!

(End of this chapter)