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

Chapter 95 Pele's Curse? (Chinese National Football Team Story)
Ki Sung-yueng walked to the corner flag area and caught the soccer ball thrown to him by a caddie.

He waved towards the South Korean stands, signaling that the supporters' momentum should continue to rise.

'Once the South Korean team gains momentum, the Chinese team simply can't withstand it! Their defense is very weak.'

'We're down by one goal, but we could equalize or even take the lead at any moment!'

KBS (Korean Broadcasting System)

South Korean commentator Lee Young-pyo spoke with great confidence.

"Stilik learned from the lessons of Japan and Australia. Instead of trying to limit Li Luo through indirect and complicated means, he used the simplest, most direct and fastest offensive to bombard the Chinese team's defense."

"Although Li Luo is outstanding, and his blocking and positioning just now was incredible, how many times can he block?"

Immediately afterwards, Lee Young-pyo began throwing out a whole bunch of technical terms to analyze the differences in attack between the South Korean, Japanese, and Australian teams.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, let me give one last example to conclude, okay!"

"Japan's passing and possession style is like poisoning your opponent, causing them to lose health continuously with various debuffs. Before you know it, they've defeated you."

"Australia brutally disarms its opponents, strips them naked, and then strikes hard."

"The South Korean team directly targets the opponent's vitals, poking their eyes and kicking them, which is one of the reasons why we were able to achieve a clean sheet record."

VIP private room.

Pele sensed that something was off.

He could only reluctantly say, "Don't be afraid, the Korean team still has a chance to win the championship! Li Luo needs some space to get going, and only after he gets going can he dance in the crowd!"

"The dynamic and continuous breakthroughs in a large space are different from the static game in a small, local space!"

"Li can't keep dribbling past people all the time; he needs to look at the space."

"The South Korean team has a chance to win the championship!"

As soon as the words came out.

The South Korean village officials' lips twitched involuntarily. They were no longer excited by the situation, but rather somewhat uneasy.

Australian stadium.

Many Chinese football fans are still shaken by the experience.

In the history of Chinese football, the South Korean team has equalized or even overtaken China in several crucial matches.

Tonight, the South Korean team's attack looks very threatening! Will the Chinese national team really be tied?
Beep!
The referee blows the whistle.

Ki Sung-yueng takes the corner kick.

"Tactical corner kick!"

"Park Joo-ho moves forward to receive the ball and then passes it to Son Heung-min on the other end!"

"Son Heung-min is about to cut inside!!!"

Courtside.

Perrin frowned.

The national team players he selected are strong in aerial duels, but the entire defense has a weakness in defending set pieces: they tend to focus on the near post and are slow to cover the weak side.

Unfortunately, the South Korean team exploited this weakness!

If you drive a big truck to fight someone, you're not afraid of being hit by a motorcycle from the other side, but it's difficult for you to turn around.

The restricted area in China was packed with people.

All eyes of the spectators followed the movement of the football.

That's too late.

Son Heung-min didn't wait for the ball. Instead, he ran two steps towards the direction of the ball. These two steps were crucial. They not only created distance between him and Hao Junmin, who was coming to cover, but also allowed him to get into a starting position to receive the ball head-on and cut inside.

With a light tap of his left foot on the ground, his body sank slightly, like a Collie pouncing on its prey.

He touched the ball with his right foot first, not to stop it, but to use the instep of his foot to move the ball half a meter towards the center, just avoiding Hao Junmin's sliding tackle.

A series of questioning shouts came from the stands.

Can Bayer Leverkusen's star winger really dominate the Chinese national team's midfield?
Zhang Chengdong mustered all his strength and charged forward.

Didn't catch up.

The moment Son Heung-min touched the ball again, he had already started his run, widening the gap between himself and Zhang Chengdong once more.

It's not about getting past someone head-on.

Instead, we need to keep our distance!

Ren Hang, the center-back for the Chinese national team, only then realized what was happening and hurriedly abandoned marking Cao Yongzhe, rushing over without hesitation.

Block it!

The expected shot did not come.

The South Korean rising star feinted with his right foot before suddenly slamming it in.

Ren Hang wanted to continue intercepting, but he had already lost his balance. His knees were stuck, and he could only watch helplessly as the other person swept past him.

Like falling into an ice cave!

He could see Son Heung-min's every move.

But I can't keep up!
Inside the penalty area, the Chinese team's defense was in disarray: Zhang Linpeng tried to cover, but was blocked by Nam Tae-hee; Zheng Zhi didn't have time to rush over and cover.

South Korean Sun's left foot has already been raised.

"what?"

"Our Chinese national team's defense was so badly outmaneuvered by the starting winger of Bundesliga powerhouse Bayer Leverkusen?"

"Son Heung-min is a sharp blade honed by the Bundesliga's youth training system!"

The South Korean stands reached their peak of enthusiasm, shouting wildly.

Courtside.

South Korean head coach Uli Stielike clenched his fist, full of confidence.

He knew that his adjustments were far inferior to those of the Socceroos' manager, Borussia Dortmund, and the Chinese national team's manager, Alain Perrin.

but.

Taking the initiative early means they can hold their own in the Asian Cup.

"The Chinese team's players are physically strong and good at aerial duels. If the South Korean team sends in a corner kick directly, it will be easily intercepted."

'When they defend corner kicks, their two full-backs tend to drop back into the penalty area.'

"Our tactical corner kicks shifted the ball to the flanks, forcing the Chinese team's defensive formation to spread out laterally, naturally creating gaps in the previously dense central area."

'Ki Sung-yueng, Park Joo-ho, and Son Heung-min linked up, precisely targeting the weak side. The Chinese full-backs, adjusting their defensive positions too far, simply couldn't block Son Heung-min's explosive attack.'

The South Korean assistant coaches were smug and prepared to find an opportunity to provoke the Chinese national team's coaching staff.

In the world of football.

Disputes can arise not only between the players on the field.

The coaching staff and substitutes on both sides would often hurl insults at each other.

The Chinese defense line is on high alert.

Wang Dalei looked as if facing a formidable enemy, his expression solemn.

Son Heung-min's eyes were resolute.

Chinese fans were extremely nervous.

Perrin was utterly despondent.

Teaching assistant Li clenched his fist.

In a trance.

A red figure blocked Son Heung-min's path.

Li Luo!

Bayer Leverkusen winger vs. Wolfsburg midfielder!

A gentle breeze along the Parramatta River lifted the hems of their clothes.

The Chinese prodigy displayed perfect positioning and terrifying lateral movement speed!

However, it did not put too much pressure on South Korean Sun.

This isn't the Bundesliga, and Li Luo doesn't have those Wolfsburg teammates around him!
There is no Gustavo.

No Maranda.

Courtside.

The Korean teaching assistants are itching to see Lee Rak make a fool of himself and get thoroughly thrashed by Son Heung-min!

They carefully studied the match videos of the Chinese prodigy.

His defensive abilities, including anticipation, positioning, covering, and coordinating with teammates, are exceptionally strong and involve a range of vision and awareness.

But what about individual defense?
Let's add someone!

Two Li Luos couldn't defend against one Li Luo!
Li Luo must be in a tough spot facing Bayer Leverkusen winger Son Heung-min all by himself, right?

At the Australian stadium, tens of thousands of spectators held their breath, completely absorbed in the music.

The best matchup in Asia?
Lee Nak vs. Son Heung-min!
At this moment, it was as if all the spotlights in the room were shining only on the two of them.

The Chinese hero's offensive ability is off the charts, but can he defend against the sharp South Korean weapon in one-on-one combat?
Son Heung-min changed the shape of his left foot, preparing to cut the ball.
扣！
扣？
next moment.

His eyes were no longer resolute; they were replaced by fear.

Where's the ball?

The ball has been intercepted!
Is there not even a complex game of strategic maneuvering?
How could anyone cut themselves off so easily?

A fatal blow!
The football merrily intertwined with the left foot of the red-clad figure.

Li Luo made a single, quick move, narrowly missing his opponent!

in view.

Matthäus, De Rossi, Hummels, and Beckenbauer—four legendary figures standing side by side.

68 points in defense, 68 points in steals.

One move to intercept and kill the Leverkusen winger!

"Pretty!"

"Wow!"

"Son Heung-min, who single-handedly disrupted China's defense lines, was easily dispossessed by Lee Rak!"

"too exaggerated!"

"Incredible!"

"The art of defense!"

Courtside.

Perrin was overjoyed.

Teaching assistant Li slapped his thigh in excitement.

The other side.

The South Korean teaching assistants looked ashen and kept chattering.

Stielike remained calm.

He raised his hand forcefully, signaling his disciples to quickly take their positions and return to defense.

Before the match, the South Korean team had rehearsed this scenario.

After losing possession in the attacking third, instead of immediately pressing back, they immediately built up defensive depth, cutting off the Chinese team's counter-attack chain piecemeal.

We absolutely cannot let Li Luo get ahead.

Ki Sung-yueng acted decisively, immediately stomping on the grass and moving sideways to intercept!
This Swansea midfielder from the Premier League promptly anticipated the path that Li Luo was initiating to switch the attack.

Zhang Xianxiu was a step behind, but inadvertently created a local depth for interception with Ji Chengyueng.

We need to buy time for the South Korean defense to get into position!

And space!

Without a large amount of room to maneuver, Li Luo simply couldn't dribble past opponents continuously in this combat environment.

"Go China!"

"It's a little difficult."

"Look at their formation during the South Korean team's positioning; were they even trying to cut off Li Luo's connection with his Chinese teammates?"

"Stilik did his homework."

Everything happened very quickly.

Just as Li Luo intercepted Son Heung-min and was preparing to launch a counter-offensive, he was immediately surrounded and attacked from three points.

Directly in front are Ki Sung-yueng and Jang Hyun-soo; behind them is Park Joo-ho.

One person has their knees slightly bent and their center of gravity low, ready to shovel at any moment.

One player blocked the ball's path forward.

One person reached out and tried to grab the hem of the Chinese prodigy's jersey.

Li Luo slowed down.

in view.

The phantom images of Iniesta and Zidane simultaneously glowed with golden light.

A dead end in a confined space.

Li Luo's left foot suddenly moved.

There was no forceful flicking; it was as light as a feather's touch. With a gentle rub, the ball was moved half an inch forward. The movement was very subtle.

Ki Sung-yong reacted quickly, subconsciously shifting his center of gravity.

The next second, Li Luo's right foot suddenly moved, as if hooking something, and gently pulled the ball back.

The football spun a tiny circle between the Chinese prodigy's feet, as if imbued with magic, and rolled again, just managing to avoid Zhang Xianxiu's aggressive sliding tackle.

Fried meatballs?

These fried meatballs have an extremely precise touch.

Throughout the entire process, the football skimmed along the grass, tracing an exquisitely graceful trajectory under the spotlight.

The entire audience was amazed.

Li Luo's fried dough balls seem to be from a completely different dimension from the fried dough balls that someone made during the previous attack by the Korean team!

Ki Sung-yueng did not give up. He is a midfielder for Swansea City in the English Premier League, with extremely fast shifts in weight, and once again forced his way out.

They forcefully intercepted us in a contorted kneeling posture!

Create a time advantage for your teammates!

Park Joo-ho suddenly caught up from behind, attempting to slow down the Chinese team's offensive with a tactical foul.

He grabbed Li Luo's shoulder with one hand and the hem of his red dress with the other!
Li Luo raised his right foot, stepped on the ball, and turned his body.

Marseille turn!

The momentum of the spin caused the hem of his jersey to swing, dodging the outstretched arm of the Korean player.

Flowing clouds and flowing water, all in one go.

Park Joo-ho's fingers only grasped at air. His body swayed as Li Luo spun around, his center of gravity completely shifted, and he staggered forward two steps before collapsing to the ground.

The pace of China's geniuses has not stopped.

Behind him were two South Koreans lying on the ground and one South Korean kneeling.

"My God!"

"Fried meatballs followed by a Marseille turn!"

"A genius performance!"

"One person breaks through the close-quarters encirclement of three!!!"

"Delicate fried dough balls, an elegant Marseille turn."

The deadlock was easily broken.

Courtside.

Perrin was thrilled.

Teaching assistant Li was overjoyed.

Stielike looked puzzled.

The South Korean teaching assistants couldn't help but tremble, and goosebumps rose on their skin.

Countless viewers were captivated by Li Luo's performance, so much so that they forgot to cheer.

It felt like experiencing a grand feast!
Even Pele couldn't help but lean forward, his eyes filled with admiration.

The surrounding South Korean village officials were inwardly cursing the first-generation football king's jinx. In the blink of an eye...

The silence of the Australian stadium was completely broken. The first sound was sporadic applause, which spread rapidly like raindrops falling on a lake, and in an instant, it turned into a wave that swept across the entire stadium.

Studio.
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Elegance is timeless.
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[Absolutely amazing!]
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[His face screams "Invincible!"]
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Who says I, Luo, need to charge through a vast space before I can unleash my full power in a crowd?
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[In static mode, even in confined spaces, you can still dominate amidst a crowd!]
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Why didn't Li Luo break the deadlock directly with his footwork? I understand now. The starting space is different, the battle situation is different, and the stages of independent attack and transition attack are different.
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[That's right, there's one more area that's different, otherwise it would cause situations like, "Li Luo is shooting, but oh dear, why are there so many more people?"]

Li Luo did not stop.

A night breeze swept by, carrying a few blades of grass, causing the hem of the jersey to flutter wildly.

Raise your hand.

The fingertips were so light they seemed to be caressing the wind, yet also carried the weight of a thousand pounds.

The afterimages of Alonso and Kroos overlapped at this moment.

Bah!
The football lifted off the ground.

It wasn't a long pass with an inward spin.

It's a super long, spinning pass!
"Wonderful!"

"As the South Korean team was positioning themselves and retreating to defend, their formation seemed to be torn apart by an arc!"

"A beautiful rainbow streaking across the Australian night sky!"

"Li Luo used a perfectly executed long pass with an outward spin to break through the opponent's defense and open up a new situation!"

"Wu Lei!"

The national team teammates were filled with excitement.

Wu Lei charged into the South Korean half.

I slowed down and adjusted my body orientation in advance, only to be surprised to find that the soccer ball stopped right in front of me, bounced off the ground, and then bounced up again!

There is no offset.

There was no random, erratic movement.

It's a bounce on the spot!
Is this kind of long pass something we see in the Asian Cup?
Even a fool could easily take control of this ball and face the defense head-on.

The Australian stadium erupted in applause.

Countless viewers in front of their televisions were stunned, deeply impressed by Li Luo's pass!

In the VIP box, Pele leaned back excitedly, clapping his hands repeatedly!
"Pretty!"

"The bounce after the fall was absolutely beautiful!"

"A truly remarkable skill in long passes!"

"Perfectly solved Wu Lei's adjustment flaws on his first touch!"

"Cut inside!"

"Wu Lei!"

"Tch!"

The South Korean defense isn't stupid.

Cha Du-ri immediately charged towards Wu Lei!
pity.

Li Luo's pass helped Wu Lei significantly reduce his adjustment time.

The latter's sprint speed was displayed to the fullest!

A sudden, intense trip.

This means the Korean full-backs can only get their hands on exhaust fumes.

One after another, red figures ran across the South Korean team's half of the field like flames.

The cheers from the South Korean stands have dropped from their peak.

Cheers erupted from the Chinese stands.

"Kim Young-gwon!"

"The strongest defender in the AFC Champions League, number one."

"Can Wu Lei break through?"

"oops!"

"Fortunately, the ball wasn't lost; Wu Lei was forced to the outside."

"According to past head-to-head data, Wu Lei has faced Kim Young-gwon head-on twelve times in matches, and Wu Lei has never won once, nor has he ever successfully broken through his defense."

"Wu Lei has improved a lot by not conceding a goal this time!"

It's not that Wu Lei is weak.

Kim Young-kwon was 24 years old and at the peak of his career.

Even Younis, the Iraqi striker known as "Asia's best short-distance explosive power" and "speed nightmare," was completely outmaneuvered by Kim Young-gwon's pursuit.

Studio.
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Wu Lei did a good job; he managed to outplay Cha Du-ri and didn't concede a goal against Kim Young-gwon, though he was forced to the outside.
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The counter-attack rhythm is gone.
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Don't underestimate this South Korean defender. He rejected four Premier League clubs because he wanted to stay in Asia and make money. He's slow-paced and low-level, but he can easily earn 100 million by just playing casually.
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Kim Young-gwon knows his career relies on explosive power and youth; if he suffers a serious injury and recovers, he'll be worthless, and any Chinese Super League striker could easily outmaneuver him.

Kim Young-gwon did not rush to intercept the ball.

His intention was clear: to force Wu Lei to the outside, slow down the Chinese team's counter-attack rhythm, and buy the South Korean team enough time to get back into position.

Near the bottom line.

Wu Lei slowed down.

A shadow of gloom quietly swept through my heart.

In the past twelve face-to-face encounters with the South Korean in front of him, he had not only failed to break through, but had also only successfully passed the ball forward once.

In a critical moment.

He saw a red figure coming to provide support.
Li Luo!

You arrived so quickly?
Snapped!
Without hesitation, Wu Lei passed the ball back.

The moment Li Luo controlled the ball.

A blurry image of a Mediterranean hairstyle, gleaming with a blinding light.

Peter Pan!
"It reminds me of that brilliant long pass just now."

"Let's look at the timely response at this critical moment."

"It seems Li Luo just wanted Wu Lei to help him get the ball."

"Let Wu Lei hold the sword sheath."

"Hehehe, other national team teammates also came forward to support, but Wu Lei only saw Li Luo."

South Korea's defense made rapid adjustments.

Kim Young-kwon's eyes were resolute as he prepared to block Li Luo's inside cutting lane.

The Korean teammates quickly came to their aid.

Outside the restricted area, they are confident that they can use their physicality and subtle tactics to limit the Chinese prodigy.

'Damn it? Does Li from Huaguo think he can still dance?'

At the Australian stadium, more than 80,000 fans erupted in gasps of amazement.

On the green field.

Facing the South Korean defense, Li Luo displayed dreamlike footwork.

The right foot repeatedly touched the ground.

Speed ​​up.

Slow down.

Speed ​​up.

The rhythm is constantly changing, with continuous small changes of direction.

The South Korean defenders seemed completely oblivious to what was happening.

That was an extreme inward-cutting rhythm.

The terrifying frequency of his ball-handling steps should not have appeared in the Asian Cup.

The distance of the ball is perfectly natural.

Subtle shifts in the center of gravity.

Kim Young-gwon, the AFC Champions League's top defender, showed despair in his eyes the moment he was faked out.

Countless South Koreans felt as if they had been struck a heavy blow: How could the formidable Kim Young-gwon not withstand a single blow from Lee Nak?
Just like Hua Xiong in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", who killed four powerful generals in succession, so terrifying and chilling, but was killed by Guan Yu with a single blow.

This breathtaking scene left the commentator so excited that he could only shout the name of the player with the ball, his voice growing increasingly forceful, with no time to describe it with any words.

"Li Luo!"

"Li Luo!"

"Li Luo!!!"

Li Luo dribbled the ball sideways, charging unstoppably towards the edge of the penalty area.

The South Korean defense was in disarray, with players falling to the ground.

suddenly.

A white figure continues to struggle stubbornly!

Son Heung-min!
'South Korea can't afford to concede another goal, sir!'

His eyes were burning.

High morale.

It was as if flames were rising from his entire body, and his combat power was constantly increasing.

He took a step forward, accelerated, and with all his might, unleashed an astonishing speed, reaching out his hands to tightly embrace the waist of the Chinese genius!

'This time, we'll definitely be able to stop Li Luo, right?'

Followed by.

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted by reality!
Korean Xiao Sun's breathing quickened, her cheeks flushed, and a question mark appeared on her face.

My body seems to be out of my control?
Arms and head were tightly locked around Li Luo's waist, but the body floated forward uncontrollably!
The entire audience was stunned.

The Korean boy, who hadn't even built up any muscle yet, seemed to be dragged along a distance, his head hanging from the waist of the Chinese boy, Li!
"My God!"

"Even a 67kg Son Heung-min's tactical foul couldn't bring down Li Luo!!!"

"The scenes are too violent!"

"Violent aesthetics!"

"What kind of core strength is this?!"

"Rolling shot!"

With a Korean head hanging from his waist, Li Luo looked like a demon god descending to earth!

Raise your arms and swing your legs!

Bah!
The thrilling sound of the ball being struck echoed through the night sky.

The football turned into a cannonball.

It curved out in a sharp arc.

It was whistling.

It's spinning.

Fierce and domineering.

They blasted through the South Korean team's goal with overwhelming force!

Goalkeeper Kim Jin-hyeon, who had applied lipstick, stood there dumbfounded, his hands not even having time to reach his chest.

The white net ripples.

2:0! ! !

The whole place was boiling.

Li Luo gently patted the head of the Korean man at his waist.

After waiting a few seconds, I noticed that the other person had a blank expression and was unwilling to let go of my hand for a long time.

in view.

Legendary phantoms gradually dissipated in the night wind.

Transforming into specks of starlight, the starlight then converged into a stream, slowly flowing to the feet of the Chinese boy.

Hmm? Why does it seem like there's still a shadowy figure refusing to leave?

"Pretty!"

"The ball went in again!"

"A perfect combination of power and curvature."

"A powerful inside cut!"

"He single-handedly turned South Korea's defenses upside down!"

"Li Luo became the protagonist at the top of Asia, while the South Korean team became his backdrop."

"Pass, stop, dribble, and shoot."

"The pinnacle of Asia? He has already reached the pinnacle of Asia!"

"Regardless of the outcome of this match, Li Luo's name will be recorded in the history of Asian football."

"Countless fans are going crazy for it!"

"The battle between the spear and the shield has already revealed the answer."

He Wei was deeply moved.

Coach Zhang kept chuckling.

Studio.

The entire goal was played in slow motion.
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[Elegant, yet violent!]
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[A shot at a speed of up to 130 kilometers per hour?]
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[It wasn't just about passing, controlling, dribbling, and shooting; it was the ultimate display of a hexagonal midfield formation, not to mention the defensive contributions! That initial interception of Son Heung-min! The tackle was incredibly precise.]
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【Awesome! 】
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[A breathtaking midfielder, Li Luo.]
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[This is incredible! With someone hanging from his waist, Li Luo still managed to walk a few steps and take a shot!]
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[I feel like I'm seeing Beckenbauer, Iniesta, Zidane, Alonso, and Robben playing in the Asian Cup!]
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[The South Korean team, who hadn't conceded a single goal before the final, conceded two goals to Lee Nak?]
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South Korean fans thought Son Heung-min would put Lee Nak in a difficult position, but the opposite happened.
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Why was Zhang Xianxiu carried off the field on a stretcher? Wow! When did Li Luo accidentally step on his ankle?
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Why do I feel like our two-goal lead against South Korea isn't secure? Is it because they've tied our previous crucial matches?
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[If only we had two Li Luos, one a deep-lying playmaker, the other a scoring threat in the attacking third.]

Chinese fans cheered with joy at the Australian stadium.

Applause and cheers poured down from the stands like a tidal wave, surging wildly towards the Chinese heroes on the green field!

Li Luo untied Son Heung-min and turned to high-five and hug his Chinese national team teammates.

I'm a little tired.

The feeling is like being forced to do homework by Beckenbauer and a group of legends.

"Brother Li, you're amazing."

"Wow, I feel like I didn't kick the same ball as you."

Courtside.

Perrin and the Chinese coaching staff were deeply moved and unable to calm down for a long time.

While celebrating enthusiastically, they are also preparing for the adjustments to come.

"I can see that the South Korean team's attack also has some problems."

"I know what to adjust next!"

"Translator Zhao, listen carefully!"

The other side.

The arrogance of the South Korean teaching assistant has been shattered.

What a shame.

Our rising star Son Heung-min was so embarrassed in front of Li Luo!

Stielike looked worried.

He didn't dwell on the bitterness of conceding a goal, and quickly flicked the small magnetic flag.

"It's my responsibility."

"My offensive design was flawed."

"Ki Sung-yueng, Park Joo-ho, and Son Heung-min should let Son Heung-min see Ren Hang coming over to cover, and then pass the ball diagonally to Cao Yong-cheol who is making a run into the middle!"

VIP private room.

Pele was still replaying the entire attack by the Chinese team in his mind.

He gestured enthusiastically at the surrounding South Korean village officials, exclaiming, "Lee, a true genius! He'll definitely become the king of football!"

"That's right, that's right! In the next hundred years, every continent will produce a football king, and there will be world peace, haha!"

"You Koreans shouldn't be discouraged."

"The competition isn't over yet; we don't know who will win until the very last moment!"

"Don't look so sad. I'm really optimistic about your Korean team now. Come on, keep cheering them on!"

The South Korean village officials wore stern faces, feeling no comfort from the first-generation football king, but rather as if their team was cursed.

(End of this chapter)