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

Chapter 90 Spatial Rehearsal!!! (Chinese National Football Team Plot)

Australia's restricted area.

The two pushed each other, grabbed each other's arms, bumped each other's chests, and hugged each other.

Li Luo kept going in and out.

Referee Kim Jong-hyuk blew a short whistle to remind everyone to be mindful of the rules.

He's Korean and can be a bit of a whistle-blower at times, but tonight he won't favor either side: China goes without saying, and Australia really beat the Korean players to a pulp in the group stage.

Hao Junmin stood in the corner flag area and raised his hand.

approach.

Swing your leg.

The football spun violently and crashed into the Australian penalty area.

Everyone couldn't help but get excited.

In terms of aerial combat alone, the Chinese players selected by Perrin are no less capable of going head-to-head with Australia.

"coming!"

"Gao Lin!"

"Head!"

"Matthew pounced!"

"It's a chaotic battle."

a mess.

I don't know who kicked the ball out of the penalty area.

The short Luongo received the ball, turned, and sounded the horn for the Socceroos' counterattack!

One after another, yellow figures sprinted towards the Chinese team's half of the field.

Don't panic.

Perrin is Wenger's "protégé".

This issue was considered during the pre-match strategy: it was clearly stipulated that after a set-piece attack fails, all midfielders and forwards must quickly retreat to their own half to avoid being exploited by Australia due to a disjointed formation.

The full-backs need to quickly return to defend the flanks, the defensive midfielders need to drop back to intercept, and the center-backs need to cover the penalty area. The goal is to cut off the opponent's rhythm of transitioning from defense to attack.

If an attack fails, the player usually doesn't immediately counter-press like other schools of thought, but instead quickly establishes a position.

Li Luo chased back with all his might; if he could teleport, he would want to block out each and every one of the opponents.

Luongo started his career at Tottenham Hotspur's youth academy.

The statistics for this Asian Cup up to tonight are quite good: an average of 3.1 steals per game, an average pass completion rate of 89%, and an average distance covered of 12.1 kilometers per game.

He has a clear understanding of his absolute speed.

Without holding onto the ball, pass it out decisively.

"Pass it to Leckie, who's diagonally in front of him."

"Leckie has good footwork; he passed the ball with one touch to Davidson, who had made a run into the middle!"

"This Australian group is mostly East Asian in appearance."

Davidson currently plays for West Bromwich Albion in the English Premier League.

He only started playing football at the age of 14.

"Two-footed passing dismantles the Chinese national football team's defense!"

"Watch out, watch out for Australia's third pass."

"Li Luo is back on defense! He's riding on his Wind and Fire Wheels!"

"The Chinese Matthäus, the Chinese Beckenbauer, the Chinese Makelele—the power and aesthetics of chasing speed!"

"No matter how fast a person is, they can't outrun a ball!"

"Cahill!"

The commentator's tone was excited.

The red ocean resembled the calm before a storm.

The yellow city wall trembled violently.

Courtside.

Perrin frowned.

The opposing team wasn't stupid either. Instead of simply launching long balls, they capitalized on the Chinese team's weaknesses and maintained a stable counter-attacking chain through three diagonal passes.

The other side.

Postcooglou was excitedly waving his fists, fully committing himself to Australia's counterattack.

Everything is under control.

The Chinese team's health bar will be continuously depleted!
Tim Cahill, positioned as the spearhead of the Socceroos formation, received a pass from Davidson near the edge of the Chinese team's penalty area.

Wang Dalei saw Li Luo chasing after him.

Attack decisively!

One after the other.

Catch Cahill in two!
Under the spotlight, the three formed a classic triangle battle at the edge of the Chinese team's penalty area.

Cahill slowed down.

He is very old.

His former nicknames were "Ghost of the Forbidden Zone", "Little Sky King", and "Mr. Clutch".

Rich experience.

They did not continue to accelerate their escape.

old.

Instead, slow down and adjust your body orientation.

Li Luo was only one meter away from Cahill at that moment.

He was fully prepared: In the last two seasons, when faced with a tracking defense, the Australian veteran chose to "protect the ball before shooting" 80% of the time, rather than forcing a breakthrough.

The Controller module shone brightly!
Li Luo clearly sensed Cahill's posture: his left shoulder slightly lowered, his right hand hanging naturally, his breathing rhythm adjusted, and his supporting foot poised to move.

Ok?
He immediately realized that the opponent was trying to lure goalkeeper Wang Dalei into making the first move.

Everything happened very quickly.

Wang Dalei made a move.

Cahill hooked the ball back with his right heel while simultaneously turning his body to the left, shaking off Wang Dalei and creating a shooting angle!
Li Luo anticipated the move from the angle of the opponent's supporting foot's rotation. Almost simultaneously, he threw himself over, stretched his left foot in front of the ball, and gently blocked it with the instep, disrupting the Kangaroo Legend's shooting rhythm.

Defense: 68! Steals: 68!

The ball didn't bounce far after being blocked, but landed on the outside of Cahill's right foot.

There wasn't enough time to adjust.

This kangaroo legend has the blood of a marksman boiling inside him.

In the game, the elderly Cahill has a ball control attribute of 69 and a shooting attribute of 65!

Attribute decline.

Experience makes up for it.

Even if you turn around and are discovered, even if you lose control of the ball.

He can still manage to take a shot!
Toe poke.

Bah!
The football shot out! It grazed the goalpost and went out of bounds.

There was an uproar.

Cahill had no choice but to kneel down.

Li Luo rolled on the ground in frustration, then lay on his back on the grass, panting heavily.

His breathing sounded like a leaky bellows, his chest trembled violently, and his calf muscles twitched.

[Shock level +1!]

[Shock level +1!]

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Even with 95 points of stamina, running from the opponent's penalty area back to my own, this kind of desperate sprint and chase in a short period of time, my body couldn't quite recover.

A sudden outburst... that was deadly.

The feeling of being slowly depleted is different from being drained all at once.

A one-on-one run with possession of the ball is different from a thrilling chase back without possession, and the rhythm adjustment is also different depending on whether you have the initiative or not.

I'm starting to miss Bundesliga matches.

Wolfsburg's two defensive midfield teammates, Gustavo and Maranda, mostly made their game very easy.

"thrilling."

"Li Luo!"

"great!"

"He has once again become a hero of the Chinese team."

"To defuse a fatal blow to Australia."

"That's too extreme."

A burst of enthusiastic applause gradually rose from the stands.

The LED screen in mid-air played slow-motion replays of Li Luo's pursuit from various angles, including his final block with the instep of his foot.

The more than 80,000 fans at the scene were greatly impressed.

The applause grew even louder.

Studio.
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[Australia is really something, pushing Li Luo to this level. When has he ever played this hard in the Bundesliga?]
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[Physical abilities! No wonder he's a prince from a wealthy family, his physical abilities are phenomenal, his physical attributes are off the charts!]
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[Among the top youth academy prodigies of Li Luo's age group, very few have poor physiques, right? Their growth period coincided with the golden age of sports science development.]
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[Awesome! Absolutely brilliant timing for the blockade.]
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[That was incredible! They risked their lives to chase after him!]
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[Li Luo's pursuit route was also brilliantly planned. It seems he anticipated how the kangaroo would dismantle our defenses, and he's going straight for Cahill, the finish line!]
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He threw himself out to block Cahill's left foot as he was about to shoot.
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[China's Lothar Matthäus!]
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Wang Dalei slapped himself, seemingly talking to Li Luo about something.
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[This is what I'm saying: if the national team had a peak Sun Jihai or a peak assistant coach Li tonight to share the pressure with Li Luo, the game would be much easier.]

With 95 points of physical fitness, Li Luo was still incredibly strong. After a short rest, he was able to get up and easily return to the game.

The Chinese defenders came up to give each other high-fives and hugs.

Everyone's heart is still frightened.

They strictly followed the coaching staff's instructions, and their defense, which they quickly rebuilt after failing to block set-piece attacks, appeared to be in good condition.

However, Australia's offensive chain was so well coordinated that it threw the Chinese team's defensive focus into disarray.

Ultimately, it comes down to overall strength; there is a significant gap between them.

That was close, we almost conceded a goal.

Courtside.

Perrin breathed a sigh of relief, his tone filled with surprise: "Lee's defense was crucial."

For a moment, I really thought he was Matthäus.

Assistant Coach Li blew on his bangs and agreed: "In the last round of the competition, we mistook him for Maradona again."

Everyone felt a sense of relief, as they gazed at Li Luo's retreating figure with eyes full of admiration.

The savior of Chinese football.

Everyone firmly believes that without Li Luo, the Chinese team would not have made it to the semi-finals of this Asian Cup, and there is even hope of winning tonight.

The other side.

Postcoglu frowned, suppressing his surprise, and carefully reviewed Li Luo's pursuit in his mind.

He pulled himself together, tried to regain his composure, and continued clapping to encourage the kangaroo disciples on the field.

They didn't rush to take the lead like the Japanese coaches.

He is very patient.

When the Chinese team runs out of energy, Australia will easily win the game.

A war of attrition.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Next game.

The Chinese teammates gradually understood Li Luo's initial intention to "break the mid-position and choke out" the opponent.

but
Understanding doesn't necessarily mean you can do it.

It's fine when you're not in the ball; once you start running, give Li Luo a good foot wash.

When they get the ball, some teammates tend to make mistakes under pressure from Australia's technically skilled and powerful players.

Li Luo's solution to break the deadlock was the best possible one, but his teammates found it difficult to execute and failed to achieve the desired effect.

then.

The competition gradually became more and more intense.
The 48th minute of the game.

Australia is awarded a corner kick.

"Don't panic."

"China's aerial combat skills are on par with Australia's!"

"Pretty!"

"We've broken through!"

"There are people injured?"

"Australia's second attack!"

"Cahill!"

The football bounces against the white net.

The referee stopped the game early! He pulled out a yellow card for Cahill!
Tens of thousands of Socceroos fans in the stands booed in dissatisfaction.

The LED screen in mid-air was replaying the moment of the battle for the top.

"During the aerial challenge, the Australian player made an unintentional elbowing motion, and oh dear, his elbow hit our player in the head!"

"The ruling was correct!"

"Australia's goal is disallowed; the whistle was blown before the goal was scored!"

"The referee is highly skilled and very fair!"

South Korean referee Kim Jong-hyuk is very ambitious. He has been refereeing since the second division of Korea, for more than ten years, and now he is refereeing in the Asian Cup.

He even wants to promote the World Cup in the future.

With such a high level of attention on tonight's match, we cannot favor either side; we must be fair.

If it's unfair, they'll never have the chance to officiate at the World Cup again and will be sidelined by FIFA.

I've heard that FIFA is now dreaming of Li Luo making it to the 2018 World Cup.
Li Luo reviewed various details of the Asian Cup and discovered that his teammates had a serious problem: waiting for the whistle.

Whenever someone falls to the ground, these teammates stop the ball, stare blankly at the referee, and lose focus on continuing the defense.

"Specialty of the Chinese Super League".

The bizarre phenomena spawned by the strict standards of the Chinese Super League have led players to develop the psychological expectation that "falling to the ground is equivalent to the whistle being blown!"

A very serious bad habit.

Why didn't Perrin learn targeted training from Mr. Blacking on "other players covering for the injured player in defense"?

Losing is understandable if you're not as skilled as your opponent.

But if we concede a goal because of such a basic mistake as "waiting for the whistle," will fans across the country forgive us? Can we forgive ourselves?
Take advantage of the dead ball phase.

Li Luo refused his teammate's high-five, waved his hands, and shouted, "Don't wait for the whistle! Don't wait for the whistle! Continue playing seriously until the referee blows the whistle!"

The tone was very strong.

His expression was extremely serious.

The teammates realized the problem and nodded obediently, their attitude sincere.

After several matches, everyone can see the situation clearly.

They know exactly who the big shots are.

A few minutes later.

Australia has been awarded another corner kick.

Li Luo kept repeating, "Don't wait for the whistle! Don't wait for the whistle! Even if someone falls to the ground! We must continue defending until the referee blows the whistle!"

really.

The corner kick was taken, and in this aerial contest, someone went down again.

The referee, Kim Jong-hyuk, observed the situation carefully and determined it to be a legitimate physical confrontation, so he did not blow the whistle.

fortunately.

This time, the Chinese players didn't stand there in a daze, nor did they stop to look at the referee.

It felt like a whip was whipping his brain, and Li Luo's reminders kept echoing in his ears, urging him to concentrate on defense.

"Cahill!"

"Hook hook!"

"Bounce."

"It was blocked by someone's crotch!"

"Pretty!"

The football was cleared by a long kick, and it flew out of bounds.

Li Luo breathed a sigh of relief and gave the defense a thumbs up: "Excellent, you've corrected a fatal flaw!"

The teammates had no wild ideas and sincerely thanked the Chinese genius for the reminder.

Having come this far, we absolutely cannot act like fools and lose because of basic mistakes.

Studio.
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Are there any guys who can read lips?
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[They've held on until the second half without conceding a goal? That's amazing! I thought Australia wouldn't be able to get past us, considering their technical skills and physical strength are superior.]
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[Luo was quietly shining; he found a way to break the kangaroo's tactics from the start, but the Chinese team struggled to execute it effectively. However, he continued to organize and orchestrate the game in the middle, absorbing the greatest amount of strangulation firepower and forcing the opponent's strangulation net to shift left and right, exposing "no-strangulation zones," preventing the Chinese team from collapsing too quickly and allowing them to keep pace with Australia on the field.]
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There's no such thing as good luck; Li Luo is simply carrying a heavy burden.
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[The ultimate showdown between Li Luo and Postcogru.]
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Two people are playing chess.

Time was ticking away during the match.

"62nd minute of the second half."

"Australia has made a substitution."

"Luongo is off the field."

"Breciano on."

"Why might it change from 4141 to 4231?"

Socceroos manager Postecoglou remains patient.

He appeared calm and composed.

He felt it was time to make some adjustments to counter the Chinese team's counterattack against Australia.

The opponent's physical strength has declined significantly.

'Everything is under my control.'

The outcome is about to be decided.

The other side.

Perrin and the Chinese coaching staff were completely baffled.

"Wise Mr. Pochettino, what is the purpose of his adjustments? To strengthen the defense?"

"No, it's impossible."

"What on earth is he going to do?"

4231?

How can we counter our countermeasures against the central defensive line?

The games won't resume anytime soon.

Should the Chinese team make any substitutions?
A gentle breeze along the Parramatta River lifted the red hem of her dress and her black hair.

The noise around me receded like the tide, and the world suddenly fell into silence.

Li Luo had never thought of this.

The tactical maneuvering of the national team has forced them to use the spatial rehearsal power of the controller.

From God's perspective, the red threads symbolizing the direction of the situation trembled violently, constantly tightening under invisible tension, until they snapped with a loud crack, unable to bear the burden any longer.

next second.

Countless possibilities unfolded in his mind, and he began to analyze them in all aspects: the overall tactical changes of the Australian team after Bresciano came on.

The opponent's formation was not the 4-2-3-1 expected.

Instead, it's a highly aggressive 433.

The two flank support points of the Chinese team, which were supposed to "break the central strangulation", were instantly choked and their effectiveness was greatly reduced; one of the full-backs of the Socceroos quietly switched to a "semi-inward" fighting form, and the distance between him and the center-back was drastically shortened, like a lock.

The Chinese team's deep-lying midfielders cannot "hide" in front of the defensive line near the flanks, and cannot escape the strangulation; because the Socceroos forwards and a central midfielder are no longer restricted by the central defensive line, their range of movement suddenly expands, and in the off-the-ball phase, they will engage in mismatched pressing like two Collie sheepdogs that have followed them from Manchester to Lower Saxony.

Not only that.

There are also the interconnected changes between different positions.

Postcooglou's tactical adjustments precisely exploited the fatal flaw exposed by the Chinese team's declining physical condition: their weak ability to deal with second-chance attacks. Instead of focusing on three-pass attacks to directly assault the Chinese penalty area, Australia opted for a "fierce and fast-paced" approach, deliberately creating second-chance opportunities.

Ultimately, China's defense was completely engulfed in a relentless, high-pressure attack, with no chance to catch its breath, let alone organize an effective counterattack.

So what are Australia's weaknesses after the adjustment?
Open your eyes again.

Everything is under control.

The clamor around me surged back like a tide: the heat of the stadium, the shouts of the audience, and the referee's whistle signaling the resumption of the game.

Li Luo thought for a moment and said to his teammate, "Pass the ball to me."

The game resumes.

As Mei Fang prepared to throw the ball out of bounds, she caught a glimpse of Li Luo's raised finger out of the corner of her eye.

The Socceroos have quickly called up two players who, like mad Collies, pounced on the Chinese national team's defensive midfield.

The football landed back on the green field, but did not fly towards Zheng Zhi in the back.

Instead, he threw it directly to Hao Junmin, who had come forward.

With ample space around him, Hao Junmin needed almost no adjustment and instantly increased his passing speed to the maximum, delivering a quick pass to Li Luo on the center circle line.

"Li Luo's position is really pushed forward."

"Almost right behind Gao Lin, in the area with the densest Australian defenses!"

"Huh? What's going on? Why is Australia so empty?"

Courtside.

Postcoglou's expression changed from "everything is under control" to "question mark question mark question mark".

what happened?

How come Li Luo is so active in the 'vacuum zone' between 2 and 1 in Australia's 4213 formation?
How did this kid know what he was going to do?
The mineral water bottle was crushed.

The core idea behind Australia's change to a double defensive midfielder formation is "Jedinak, drop back to defend against through balls; Bresciano, stick close to intercept and hold possession of the ball."

Li Luo controlled this information.

The opponent changed their formation, so I no longer need to support the Chinese team's midfield and forward positions, nor do I need to help my teammates resist the pressure.

We can start the demolition!

Stop the ball.

To advance.

He executed a Marseille turn, easily shaking off the onrushing Australian midfielder, Bresciano. Then...

Start with a preliminary step.

Rush forward.

Jedinak quickly moved sideways to block the shot.

Unfortunately, Li Luo made use of the space he created after his sideways movement.

Snapped!
Second acceleration!
Eat it raw, diagonally!

The ball rolled along a perfect trajectory, and before the Australian wing-back could cover, Li Luo touched the ball again.

Combined with a perfect feel for the ball and a short burst of speed.

"Pretty!"

"Gao Lin, quickly go and hold off the two opposing center-backs!"

"Hey! Let's not move!"

"Correct!"

"Turn around and support Li Luo, become a wall!"

Courtside.

Perrin suddenly realized, his expression anxious, his mind a complete mess: 'Yes, like this, then like that.'

The Chinese teaching assistants were busy again.

Translator Zhao was so excited that he raised his fist.

The other side.

Postcoglu's expression changed from a "question mark of confusion" to "panic." His water bottle had already fallen onto the grass, and his hands, hidden in his pockets, were trembling uncontrollably.

'I see?'

'Does Li intend to leverage his individual abilities to disrupt the key aspects of Australia's roster change?'

'This kid is even more Cruyff than Beckenbauer!'

What are the qualities of a legendary superstar?
He displayed talent that was a level above most top players of his time!

The Chinese fans in the stands erupted in a thunderous cheer, their fervent shouts filled with ecstasy.

Meanwhile, the Socceroos fans on the other side sighed in disappointment, their voices tinged with an unshakeable sense of fear.

The Chinese prodigies on the football field seem to be shining!
Dribble through the middle and explode!

It ripped open the central barrier of the Kangaroo Army like a sharp blade piercing through a damp sheet of paper.

Every movement during the run carries an overwhelming force, making it impossible to look away.

"Can this teamwork work?"

"Li Luo has been completely rotated to the forward position."

"Pretty!"

"He received a pass from Gao Lin."

Gao Lin's foot-washing skills have been honed by foreign players in the Chinese Super League with different styles. During the Asian Cup, he has already learned how to assist Li Luo!
After setting up the ball, don't just stand there; keep pushing into the opponent's penalty area!

The right flank of Australia is fraught with tension.

Full-back Davidson was about 5 meters away from the half-space and decisively chose to cut inside laterally to block Li Luo's cutting inside route.

Center-back Spiranovic glanced at Gao Lin, who was making a quick forward run after setting up the ball, and immediately moved laterally from the center of the penalty area to the flanks to block Li Luo's through ball behind Gao Lin.

The other center-back, Sainsbury, quickly moved towards the center of the defense to prevent Li Luo from taking long-range shots and to deal with Li Luo's second-chance attacks by passing the ball wide and then crossing it in.

When Coach Zhang saw this, he was dumbfounded: Is this the level of defensive coordination in the Asian Cup?
From God's perspective.

Li Luo easily found the optimal solution in the traditional sense.

The moment the defense contracted from Sainsbury toward the center of the line, the gaps on both sides of the Australian defense widened further.

The Chinese national football team's attack can be very simple: 'Just pass the ball directly to your Chinese teammate making a run down that side.'

but.

Nobody's going to cut in at that point right now.

Opportunities are fleeting.

The so-called ghostly runs in the penalty area are not the same as increasing the number of finishing points in the overall offensive chain.

Don't blame your teammates for being bad.

It's ok.

Continue on your own!

at the same time.

Jedinak turned and sprinted off to continue his defensive duties.

He had already foreseen what was about to happen.

Australia's defenses have been established, and only three possibilities remain:

First, Li Luo "passes back, then coordinates with his Chinese teammates for a one-two pass," exploiting the time difference created by Australia's defensive support;
Second, Li Luo's "distributing the ball to his national team teammates on the flanks, overlapping and crossing" is a common tactic in Manchester United's youth training system: distributing the ball to the flanks and having the team make runs at the far post.
Third, Li Luo dribbled past five people in a row? Impossible! There's simply no window of opportunity when facing a dense crowd!

"Li Luo is dribbling the ball towards the sideline; his stride is incredibly fast."

"To widen the gap between Davidson and something else."

"They took it back again?"

"Turn!"

"Wow! Marseille turn! He's broken into the penalty area!"

"Pretty!"

Davidson looked terrified, and his inner thoughts were extremely complex.

The Australian defense tensed up instantly, with every player on high alert.

Without warning, the defensive focus of the entire defensive line shifted to Li Luo's side, and the defenders were drawn to him like magnets.

Blasted!

The Socceroos' penalty area is about to explode!

The fans in the stands, the coaching staff on the sidelines, and even the players on the bench all subconsciously held their breath, as if all the lights in the stadium had suddenly dimmed, and thousands of spotlights were fixed on Li Luo alone.

Is it the terrifying pace that makes it difficult for defenders to predict? Is it the calm and graceful demeanor while dribbling? Or is it the unstoppable momentum when breaking through?

He dribbled the ball and forcefully tore open a gap in the defense.

Followed by.

He was covered in burly men.

"He's fallen to the ground!"

The commentator's voice was filled with surprise.

Crash.

The shouts from the stands were mixed with confusion, and the next moment, even louder cheers swept across the entire stadium.

Beep!
The referee stood at the edge of the penalty area, his gaze unwavering and without the slightest hesitation, immediately blowing a crisp whistle. Then, he raised his arm high and firmly lowered it slightly.

It pointed steadily to the 12th mark!

"Penalty! It's a penalty!"

An LED screen in mid-air replayed the fouls committed by the Australian defense.

Li Luo flicked the ball towards the baseline, and in an instant, he was tripped hard by two burly men.
"no problem!"

"The ruling is beyond dispute!"

"China has been awarded a penalty kick!"

"An opportunity created by Li Luo!"

"A hard-won opportunity!"

Courtside.

Perrin's first reaction wasn't joy, but concern for whether Li Luo was injured.

Translator Zhao and Teaching Assistant Li shared the same idea.

When everyone saw Li Luo get up, they breathed a sigh of relief, hugged each other tightly, and waited for the result of the penalty kick.

The other side.

Postcoglu was still wondering: why was Li Luo able to easily see through the key points of his tactical adjustments?

Seizing the shifts in intensity between the forwards and central midfielders, Li Luo immediately occupied the vacuum in the middle.
By exploiting the positioning of the two defensive midfielders, Li Luo single-handedly broke through the midfield barrier.

Disrupts the connection between full-backs and wingers, and disrupts the spacing between full-backs and center-backs.

It seems their own tactics were completely dismantled by the Chinese midfield!
"Something still doesn't feel right!"

How did he figure that out?

"Even with the best vision, the best game reading ability, and the smartest mind, it's impossible for anyone to easily guess my intentions; it requires a long period of probing."

"Could it be just good luck, a coincidence? That's impossible!"

Old Bo's thoughts became increasingly chaotic.

He Wei's voice trembled slightly: "It takes a lot of courage for anyone to take this penalty kick!"

Coach Zhang hesitated, then said gravely, "The pressure will be immense; this is the Asian Cup semi-final! What if we miss the penalty?"

"It's different from the group stage."

"He must be a player with a big heart."

"When the camera panned to the stands, some fans from both sides covered their eyes, unable to watch."

Li Luo bent down and arranged the soccer ball.

My mind is empty.

[Spatial Preview: Allows for real-time adjustments and simulations of tactics for the current match, demonstrating offensive and defensive strategies under different decisions, enabling you to more clearly identify the optimal tactical path (Mental strain threshold warning!)]

It was only used once.

Is it almost beyond my mental capacity?
I didn't think too much about it.

He started to back away.

It's a bit difficult to continue concentrating and thinking.

He hadn't even figured out how he would take the penalty kick.

Australian goalkeeper Matthew Ryan.

He has won the title of "Belgian First Division A Best Goalkeeper" for two consecutive seasons.

He rubbed his gloves on his trouser leg, deliberately slowing down the process of adjusting his shin guards.

He would casually raise his eyes and lock his gaze directly onto Li Luo; this was one of his habits in psychological warfare.

'Cunning Li.'

'His penalty kick in the group stage was a direct shot down the middle.'

'This time, he'll definitely shoot at the angle I fear most, right? My height of 183cm always makes me a bit rushed when covering the far corner; even if I land quickly, I still need time to complete the lateral movement.'

Almost at the same time.

Li Luo and Matthew took a deep breath.

Perrin looked tense.

Old Bo remained calm.

"coming!"

"approach."

"There's no rhythmic variation in the steps?"

"Break on the door!!!"

Matthew was thrown to the right as if he had been sprung out by a spring.

The football soared lightly, drawing a slight, spoon-like arc before falling into the center of the goal.

1:0! ! !

The whole crowd cheered.

The sound waves surged down from the stands like a breached dam: cheers, shouts, and the rustling of waving national flags mingled together. The camera lens shook slightly, and golden confetti was blown by the wind, landing on Li Luo's shoulder as he ran.

Those Chinese spectators in the stands who dared not watch the penalty kick immediately opened their eyes upon hearing the cheers and joined in the jubilation.

Some people stared blankly for a few seconds before reacting: "They made it? They really made it?" Their eyes reddened the moment they confirmed it.

Li Luo's mind was still blank; he didn't know what celebratory gesture to make.

He inadvertently recalled the cover of a football weekly.

He leaned against the corner flagpole with his right hand and casually struck a pose.

His body naturally tilted to one side, his left leg touching the grass with the toes, his right leg slightly bent backward, his left hand on his hip, and he revealed a bright smile.

Crash.

The cheers and applause that erupted from the stands became even more enthusiastic.

Click, click, click!

The spotlights kept flashing.

Media reporters from various countries captured this moment: "A Clutch Hand, the Key Player for the Chinese Team!"

"The ball is in!"

"We have one foot in the final battleground at the top of Asia."

"Li Luo, with an unstoppable momentum, turned the opponent's defense upside down!"

"A penalty kick he earned himself."

"Punish yourself."

"I can't imagine how much pressure he was under at that moment!"

"Spoon penalty!"

"exciting!"

"The Chinese team has taken the lead against the formidable host nation, Australia!"

He Wei's voice trembled, his heart pounding with excitement.

Coach Zhang didn't say anything, but couldn't help slapping his thigh with excitement, overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

Studio.

The barrage of comments flew by.
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[The Goddess of the Luo River!!! She's too powerful!!!]
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[Li Qiuwang, the People's Ball King.]
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[Peerless Divine Weapon.]
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[A domineering, explosive attack and an elegant Panenka penalty kick—these two qualities combined in one person, bringing tears to my eyes.]
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Thank you, Li Luo, for weaving this dream for me. What a beautiful dream.
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[It's not a dream! We really scored! We're in the lead! If we can hold on, we'll advance to the final!]
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My brother didn't smash the TV this time, but he got so excited he smashed the computer. We Chinese football fans are so lucky! I wonder if Li Luo will have time to come to North Korea after the Asian Cup?
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[So handsome! I wish Li Luo were my husband.]
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[I'll be a fan for life. Even if Li Luo gets exposed for sleeping with girls from different countries, I'll still support him!]
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[Touching, heroes!]
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[Is the Australian coach an idiot? What kind of random adjustments are these? Hahaha, let me, Luo, easily relieve myself of the burden of tough battles and playmaking, and leave everyone else in the dust!]

Courtside.

Perrin and translator Zhao embraced tightly.

"I understand, of course I understand."

"Li's status in the hearts of Chinese football fans is like my childhood idolization of Platini. He is a hero of Chinese football! He represents hope, unity, and pride!"

Teaching assistant Li kept giggling, so much so that his bangs wouldn't budge.

The other side.

Postcoglu, feigning nonchalance, calmly encouraged his disciples.

My heart was already overflowing with sorrow.

Am I an idiot?

"If I hadn't made the changes, the outcome wouldn't have been like this!"

"It still needs adjustments!"

"Time is running out for Australia."

In the remaining time of the match.

Australia did not make any fancy tactical adjustments.

A simple and straightforward offensive.

The Chinese team parked the bus, and Perrin substituted Cai Huikang for Gao Lin to strengthen the defense!

Where is the counterattack point?

After communicating with Perrin through hand gestures, Li Luo stood alone at the very front of the Chinese team!

There are no more tactical dilemmas to resolve.

As they enter the final life-or-death stage, all the elaborate and flamboyant tactical maneuvers will turn into simple and naive young men and women.

In the 84th minute of the match, a sudden change occurred.

"Danger!"

"Krus and Franjic put together a beautiful combination on the wing."

"Down to the bottom line!"

"Cross!"

"That pass wasn't good! Wang Dalei! Go long!"

The football floated aimlessly towards the center circle.

Li Luo moved ahead of time.

It felt like most of his mental energy had been drained away, and even his God's-eye view seemed to have become blurred.

but.

He wasn't stupid; he had done his research beforehand: the parallel positioning of Australia's high defensive line.

Predict the landing direction.

He quickened his pace and created half a body length gap between himself and the kangaroo center-back beside him.

The soccer ball is falling.

98. Header.

The Bergkamp and Maradona modules provide passive ball control enhancement to every part of the body.

Gently nudge the ball forward.

"The force was as light as touching a feather, yet the ball was precisely placed in front of me."

"Li Luo ferries Li Luo across, and Li Luo precisely ferries Li Luo who is rushing forward."

"Single sword!"

"Single sword!!!"

The moment Li Luo touched the ball again.

He kicked the grass hard.

A blast!
The faint, almost imperceptible tugging at the hem of her dress was instantly severed, like tearing a light, flimsy cotton thread.

Charge towards the empty Australian half!

In just a few seconds, Matthew had already abandoned his goal and rushed over. He spread his arms wide, like the eagle in the game of Eagle Catches Chickens in a business karaoke bar, trying to cover most of the goal angle with his body.

Li Luo slowed down and gently hooked his left foot.

He dribbled past the desperate Soccer kangaroo goalkeeper.

Snapped!
The football rolled merrily into the Australian goal, skimming along the grass.

2:0! ! !

"They've gone in again?"

"Another one in!!!"

"Perrin's brilliant move! He used Li Luo as the point of attack!"

"A dreamlike adjustment! A brilliant move."

"A coaching change that will be recorded in the history of Chinese football!"

"A score I never dared to dream of!"

"China is leading the host nation Australia by two goals in the final moments of the match!"

"Li Luo made a solo run, cut past the goalkeeper again, and scored!"

The commentator was speaking incoherently.

again?

That happened in the last game.

Li Luo has outmaneuvered the goalkeepers of two of Asia's strongest teams.
At the Sydney Olympic Stadium, a sea of ​​red surged as the yellow city walls crumbled.

The 80,000 audience members each had their own joys and sorrows.

Different emotions intertwined in the night.

Li Luo suddenly realized that his mental strength seemed unable to fully benefit from the 95 points of physical strength boost, just like that other thing, it needed time to recover.

He rolled around on the grass.

My gaze toward the night sky was obscured by a series of red figures.

His teammates from the national football team rushed over one after another.

Injury time, the final moments.

Cahill leaped high and headed the ball into the net.

2:1! ! !

pity.

There is no time.

The soccer ball is placed back in the center circle.

"Beep!"

The first whistle still carried a sharp, piercing sound, followed immediately by two rapid "beep beep" sounds, like a key suddenly turning open the pent-up emotions of the entire audience.

The referee raised his arms to the sides and pressed his palms down, a gesture that signaled the end of the match. The stadium, which had been noisy for ninety minutes, fell into a half-second of dead silence, and even the confetti floating in the stands seemed to pause.

The next second, a deafening roar of cheers erupted!

"China! China has advanced to the 2015 AFC Asian Cup final!"

He Wei choked up as he spoke.

His voice had lost its usual composure; it was trembling and cracking, almost as if he were shouting.

In the stands, a sea of ​​red surged forth.

"Won!"

"We've made it to the finals!"

"The Chinese team will have the opportunity to make history!"

On the sidelines, some Chinese players collapsed onto the grass, covering their faces with their jerseys, their shoulders shaking uncontrollably; others rushed over to hug each other tightly, overjoyed at the weight of their burden.

The camera focused on the Chinese prodigy.

Li Luo opened his arms and smiled as he embraced Perrin, translator Zhao, coaching staff, team doctor, and support personnel who rushed onto the field.

At this moment, the phrase "the top of Asia" may no longer be a distant slogan.

(End of this chapter)