What is a destructive midfielder?

Boateng was a little frustrated.

He was a little confused: How come Li has become so much stronger this season?

Every time he played against him, his value would drop a little bit

Benatia got up and rubbed his shoulders painfully. When he saw the referee took out a yellow card, he immediately went forward to defend himself with grievance.

Neuer was stunned in place, still savoring the weird S-curve.

I don't understand it a little bit.

Why is it that every time Li meets him, it's like taking Viagra.

Arsenal didn't celebrate for too long.

Li Kang had to hurry to the bench to change his jersey.

The referee team would not let him celebrate like Fran did that year and couldn't put on his jersey, resulting in him continuing to play shirtless.

The staff of Arsenal's coaching team took turns to embrace the goal hero.

Heart surged.

Obviously being suppressed by Bayern, but Li reversed the situation alone!

Xhaka, in his childhood, also came forward and asked curiously: "Li, how did you kick this S-curve? Do you have any skills?"

Li Kang: "."

He couldn't help but check the prefix of the module again: [Xhaka "S-curve shot" module. ]

The other side.

Ancelotti's expression was calm.

He gestured: indicating that the disciples had no problem with the kick, and pay attention to maintaining the layering of the high defense line!

Adjustment?

It took fifteen minutes to start the game.

Li couldn't rush a few times at this high speed!

In the eyes of Bayern's coach. Morata's imaginative assist and Li's S-curve long shot were too lucky!

VIP box.

Beckenbauer suppressed the strong urge to applaud and admire.

He raised his gold-rimmed glasses and said: "If Li joins Bayern, Bayern Munich can dominate the football world again!"

The German football emperor could never be as unscrupulous as Cruyff.

A group of German legendary middle-aged men nodded in agreement: "Although Li is not German, he is a genius who has gone from the Bundesliga to the world."

Kahn's thoughts drifted away, and he murmured: "If Li joins Bayern, even a dog tied to the coaching bench can win the championship."

The game was restarted.

Lewandowski kicked the ball back to Alonso.

He was very confident. Before the game, he bet with his friends how many goals he could score against Arsenal. As a result, the English soldier's defensive ability in positional warfare was too abnormal. It seemed that he had specially studied his range of activities.

The confidence of Arsenal's frontcourt players doubled with the goals. In their eyes: the overwhelming Bundesliga giant is no longer scary.

Morata, Sanchez and others immediately rushed across the half court to press.

Alonso, 36, although his physical condition has declined, his ability to get rid of and resist pressure is still top-notch.

"A cool pass! Get rid of Morata!"

"The field of vision is very broad, this time I'll look for the left!"

"Alaba!"

Alaba has a comfortable life this season.

Guardiola is gone, and he has plenty of time to play games, sing, box, and bake.

He likes Ancelotti very much. Not only do they not have so many team rules, but they also give him a lot of freedom in attacking in the frontcourt.

The most important point is: he doesn't have to switch to the defensive midfielder like before! Not to mention frequent guest central defenders!

He even thought that if Ancelotti changes jobs, it would be best if he could take him with him.

"Alaba is in good shape today."

"No two people can stop him at all!"

"Two people can't stop him either"

"Coman is on the side!"

"Thiago is asking for the ball, but Alaba didn't pass it."

Alaba is speeding on the left.

Facing the interceptions of Walcott and Cazorla.

He slowed down a little.

Suddenly, he accelerated a little and easily broke through the blockade of the two!

The applause was thunderous.

The Bayern fans were ecstatic: the star of hope! The young Alaba is the future of the Allianz Arena!

"Simple escape!"

"Pure explosive speed!"

"The running action is so beautiful!"

"Bayern fans don't have to worry about the team's advancement at all."

In a few blinks of an eye.

Super genius-Alaba dribbled the ball through the 30-meter area.

This is the area where Ancelotti gives the most freedom.

Arsenal's defense line quickly shrank.

Alaba ignored Coman who inserted into the side ribs. He didn't want to perform "Ribery-style pass and cut" again.

In his mind, the only person who can make him a supporting role in the left attack is Ribery.

Coman is not as good as himself.

An emergency stop.

Adjustment.

Large-scale transfer!

"Beautiful!"

"Alaba is a full-back, but his ball-passing speed is faster than all Bayern's midfielders at this time!"

"Being young is good!"

"His pass ball inexplicably makes people think of: explosive power, flat and fast!"

"Right!"

"Robben!"

Live broadcast room.

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[Liu Xing is so cool. It's a waste to play as a full-back. 】

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[Xia Donghai, don't you care? ]

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[It's worth it that Robben treats Alaba so well! ]

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[Here comes Robben's moment! ]

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[The foreplay of Peter Pan breaking through the entire Arsenal defense! ]

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[What Peter Pan? That's Old Man Luo! ]

Robben easily took the ball off.

He started his own performance on the wing!

As long as he has the space to speed up, Peter Pan doesn't need any support.

Monreal can't stop him.

The moment he stretched out his foot to steal the ball, Robben suddenly stopped and changed direction, eating him alive!

"Too easy!"

"The second most terrifying step frequency in the world!"

"Famous scene, he is going to cut inside!"

Bayern fans were very excited.

Ancelotti showed a hint of joy on his face.

German legends also clenched their fists.

Wenger and the Arsenal coaching staff had no way to deal with it. Or the coaching team in Europe had no way to deal with it!

The whole world knew that Robben was going to cut inside, but they just couldn't stop him.

Robben used a weird running posture to penetrate Arsenal's right side!

Dribble the ball horizontally!

Start cutting inside!

Koscielny tried to block from the front!

Maguire and Xhaka quickly helped defend.

The three gathered together.

It was useless.

Unable to stop it.

The old flying man of Bayern slowed down, left foot → left foot → left foot again, three consecutive touches! Shake the shooting angle!

"Shoot!"

"The ball is in!"

Bang!

The ball left Robben's left foot.

It made a big arc over the Arsenal penalty area!

It went into the far corner!

Cech used all his strength to jump up and his white and gold gloves touched the ball!

Bang!

The ball bounced on the post!

Bellerin rushed to clear the ball before Lewandowski made a supplementary shot!

"Oops!"

"The ball didn't go in! What a pity!"

"Robben has done a good job!"

"After many years, he and Cech's love-hate relationship was staged again in the Champions League!"

"Look at the replay again! Oh! Cech's fingertips touched the ball. Bellerin's speed is very fast!"

"Bayern Munich's front court throw-in!"

Live broadcast room.

Barrages flew.

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[This didn't go in? Didn't they say that no one could defend Robben's cut-in? ]

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[Cech is different. His duel with Robben is very strange. Either he crushes him or he blocks him. 】

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[Oh, if Muller was there, he would have scored with a quick shot! 】

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[Bayern is very strong, I think they can equalize in the first half. 】

Bellerin has a heart to launch a counterattack.

Even if it is a clearance, he has to pass it to Li Kang!

Unfortunately, the situation was too critical. The football was kicked high and far, and the trajectory was erratic. It just flew out of bounds during the fall. Even though Li Kang has a God's perspective, he almost knocked down the camera.

Robben touched his "Mediterranean Sea" depressed, then smiled and gave Cech a thumbs up.

Cech also smiled at his old friend.

Li Kang got up, and a bald shadow struggled out of his field of vision.

Too sleepy, let's talk about it after waking up, and try to write more when I take leave at dawn.

In the final game of the Bundesliga, I went home and stood at the door and watched the last fifteen minutes, forgetting to open the door.