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

Chapter 84 Celebration, Transitional Chapter (Chinese National Football Team Storyline)

Melbourne.

Tens of thousands of Chinese fans turned their pent-up enthusiasm into thunderous applause and cheers, dedicating it all to the shining young Chinese players in the Asian Cup.

A beam of light in the darkness?

A blazing light pierces the long night!
Red flags fluttered like flames, and the sea of ​​red in the stands surged violently with the shouts.

"Li Luo!!!"

"Li Luo!!!"

"Li Luo!!!"

The desperate shouts pierced the field, all because of that red figure who dribbled past five players and put on a legendary performance comparable to that of a football king.

Is this the genius our Chinese team possesses?

Facing an opponent with greater overall strength, he showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he was filled with a do-or-die spirit, ready to take on the opponent one-on-one!
The proud and aloof golden phantom drifted away contentedly in the wind, transforming into specks of starlight that gradually merged into the body of the Chinese youth.

Li Luo jogged all the way to the corner flag area.

The wind blew up her clothes and her black hair.

My gaze swept across the stands.

There were no shouts, no flamboyant gestures.

Slowly lowering his head, he kissed the jersey.
The red ocean suddenly stopped churning and then erupted into even more enthusiastic cheers.

"This celebration signifies that Li Luo is dedicating this great goal to his motherland and to the people of his motherland!"

Click, click, click!

Flashbulbs go off!
Reporters snapped photos incessantly, at a loss for words to describe Li Luo's incredible feat of dribbling past five opponents: "An Epic Moment That Responds to All Expectations!"

The Chinese national team teammates were also deeply shocked.

What kind of people are they playing with?

Is this the Asian Cup?

The opponent has a defense comprised of players from the top five European leagues.

Gradually, they couldn't help but reflect on what they had just done and what they had contributed to the attack.

Li Luo's goal was awesome.

Gao Lin muttered, "Even if we're ten pigs, it won't stop Li Luo from scoring if one of us gets past a whole group of people on the other side."

Hao Junmin nodded blankly: "Yeah, that's really impressive."

Without hesitation, they rushed towards the Chinese teenagers to join in the celebration.

Li Luo high-fives and hugs his teammates.

One by one, I would like to offer some encouragement: your pressing was very aggressive, your awareness of counter-attacking and pulling was very good, and your awareness of protecting others was excellent.

He dispersed his thoughts.

Stay focused on the game.

Studio.

The entire goal was played in slow motion.

Every move of the Chinese teenager exuded undisguised arrogance.

Domineering and composed.

Absolute control over football.

One person broke through the Japanese team's powerful aura.
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【The Great Demon King!】
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[Wow, that's so cool! So awesome! Absolutely stunning! It's like a god descending to earth!]
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[Li Radona?]
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[A great goal! Epic! Legendary!]
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[The opponent was a full-strength Japanese team playing in Europe, far stronger than our national team! Li Luo still managed such a performance! So touching!]
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[Li Luo's goal probably secures that Pulisic award, right?]
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He Wei is right, Chinese football will never be bullied again!
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Haha, I must be dreaming again.
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[Li Luo's Asian Cup performances are so captivating, they'll make you wet your pants after just one game. The long night that Chinese football has endured has finally come to an end with Li Luo.]
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I've decided that my wife and I will have another child, named Chen Moben, in memory of Li Luo's divine intervention in Melbourne!
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[I have a question: Why don't superstars like Messi, Neymar, Hazard, Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, Baggio, and others just keep attacking for the entire 90 minutes of the game?]
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[This is because of the "spatial window of opportunity," and that's the most important point.]
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[A long-distance run, dribbling past five people in a row, is an extremely strenuous activity. It involves all sorts of bodily processes, from ABCD to anaerobic glycolysis, and goes beyond just pure energy expenditure. Like a cheetah, Maradona lacked self-discipline; he only seems to have dribbled past five people in a row three times in his entire career.]

The Japanese team's stands were now filled with suppressed wails.

The fans' eyes were red, their gazes fixed on the red figure on the field looking at Li Luo, filled with an overwhelming sense of terror.

That epic goal, where he dribbled past five players, is like the most terrifying nightmare, flashing and swirling repeatedly in everyone's mind, impossible to shake off.

The white flags scattered haphazardly on the aisle of the stands had fallen over at some unknown time.

Da Renbangmi stood frozen in place, leaning on his cane, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably. He slowly shook his head, his lips moving, his tone full of disbelief: "Didn't we already thoroughly study Li Luo? Why... why is his breakthrough method, his habits, even every feint still like this?"

"Damn it, even if Japan's strongest formation is used, it still can't stop him?"

The Japanese Football Association officials turned pale, and no one dared to speak. It was terrifying.

Li Sang of the Chinese team, the Great Demon King.

Courtside.

Perrin embraced his teaching assistants with a happy expression.

His voice trembled with excitement: "Great Li, hero! Li!"

The short, stocky translator, Zhao, stood at the edge of the crowd, his shoulders shrugged slightly, a few tissues crumpled into a ball in his palm, his eyes red-rimmed, his voice hoarse and trembling: "You foreigners don't understand. You only think that a goal has been scored and the Chinese team is in the lead. You don't understand the significance of Li Luo to Chinese football, how great Li Luo is to Chinese football, or how many years we have waited."

"He scored a great goal against Japan, you guys don't understand, Li Luo! Awesome!"

"I see!"

Teaching Assistant Li blew on his bangs: "Li Luo! Awesome!"

The other side.

Aguirre slumped onto the coach's bench.

Recalling Li Luo's goal, where he dribbled past five players and broke through the defense, I couldn't help but shudder.

The Japanese team's assistant coaches felt the same way.

"Have all our research findings on Li Luo, day and night, gone to waste?"

"It seems like the plan has failed."

Aguirre could no longer contain himself and stood up angrily, shouting, "Go and reflect on yourselves! Reflect on yourselves now! Study Li Luo again!"

He then yelled at his players on the field, "Forget all that nonsense, attack the Chinese team with all your might!"

Japan's defense was utterly frustrated.

He was almost traumatized by Li Luo.
It's so scary.

Even in the Bundesliga, there are few opportunities to face such terrifying moments directly.

Keisuke Honda tried to adjust his mindset, picked up the ball from the net, and shouted encouragingly, "Cheer up, the game isn't over yet! We're only down by one goal!"

"The Japanese team is far stronger than the Chinese team overall!"

"The stronger Li Luo is, the more accomplished we'll feel when we defeat him! Let's cherish this opportunity to compete against him!"

Say so.

The youthful, adolescent spirit of most everyday life was not awakened.

Especially Yoshida Maya.

The Premier League center-back shrugged and pointed at Li Luo's retreating figure.

"That kid can get past five people in a row!"

"His ball control."

"Shut up! Football is a team sport, how could we possibly lose to the Chinese team! We absolutely won't lose!"

Doha, Qatar.

Maradona has been invited to attend a business event.

"No need for introductions, why are there so many national team players here? Was Qatar eliminated from the Asian Cup?"

"I didn't watch it, I don't watch the Asian Cup."

The organizers continued with a grand introduction: "This is our West Asian Maradona, Halfan."

Old Ma's face hardened, and he said in a stiff tone, "In all of Asia, only your playing style is even slightly similar to mine!"

no way.

The turban guy gave out way too much money.

People always need to find a way to understand things; they can't always be at odds with money.

"No no no!"

Halfan slumped his head, waved his hand, and handed over the phone.

"It's an Asian Cup match that's currently underway. Could you take a look at the replay of the goal that just came out?"

(End of this chapter)