What is a destructive midfielder?

"Good evening, audience, welcome back."

"Players from both teams are back on the field."

"At the end of the first half, Spain took the lead."

"Neither coach made any substitutions during the halftime break."

"Let's wait and see what tactical changes there will be in the second half!"

Beep!

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The second half of the game officially began.

Brazil has the ball.

Hulk kicked the ball and hit Jonas.

Jonas' life experience is very mysterious, and it belongs to the plot that "movies dare not shoot like that, and novels dare not write".

He was originally a college student majoring in pharmacology.

At the age of 20, by chance, he participated in a trial training at a club in the Brazilian second division.

From then on, he reached the peak of his life.

After landing in Europe, he also scored the second fastest goal in history in the Champions League!

The opponent was Leverkusen.

Hulk twisted his big butt and rushed to the Spanish team's half.

Jonas passed the ball back to Casemiro.

Real Madrid's defensive midfielder is very tired in the national team, and he also has to take on the task of organizing the connection.

The Brazilian team's midfielders and forwards rushed frantically.

Bang!

Casemiro leaned his body and sent a powerful long pass.

The football flew to the right side of the Spanish team's half.

William, who was in position early, carried Alba with his back and stopped the ball on his chest.

Koke's defense was very timely.

He was about to steal the ball.

A sturdy and solid figure emerged.

Alves!

He showed a great contrast with his appearance.

He pushed the ball with the inside of his right foot, leaving Koke empty.

He took advantage of the situation with his left foot and ran fast on the side.

"Beautiful!"

"Some Spanish fans couldn't help but cheer, because Alves was once a hero of this city."

Dunga danced and directed the players to attack.

The Brazilian team's speed of advancing on the left was getting faster and faster.

Neymar and William switched positions.

Hulk pulled Pique.

In a flash, they entered the heart of the Spanish team.

Alves was soon intercepted by Ramos.

There was not much eye contact.

The Brazilian full-back decisively knocked the ball across the middle.

Neymar stopped the ball steadily.

Koke had returned to defense.

He was once the most spiritual offensive player in Atletico Madrid's youth training. After being trained by Simeone, he raised the upper limit of his defensive interception ability.

"Koke's prediction and positioning are very accurate, and he is not in a hurry to steal the ball."

"He is waiting for Neymar to make a fake move."

"The two sides have competed many times in La Liga and are very familiar with each other."

Neymar slowed down slightly.

His hips shook slightly.

Koke was unmoved.

He was like a patient hunter, waiting for the opponent's weakest moment of action connection.

Snap!

Neymar took a small jump step with his left foot.

Koke decisively leaned to the left!

At the moment of reaction.

Neymar actually completed an incredible move in a flash!

The outside of his right foot suddenly pushed the ball diagonally to the right.

The whole person rushed past!

Koke lost his balance and fell to the ground!

"A wonderful jump step!"

"Terrible rhythm, terrible combination of man and ball! Simple and efficient!"

"Neymar never plays tricks when he is behind in the score!"

During this period, Neymar's burst speed was underestimated by the world.

He seemed to be a stream that broke through the river bank.

Let the Brazilian team's offense open up the situation!

William, Marcelo, and Coutinho quietly opened up the width while rushing forward.

Spain's defense line was like facing a great enemy.

Even if the five-star Samba is declining, the impact of the attack group is not bad.

At Juan Stadium, the boos from the stands on all sides are getting louder and louder.

The fans of the city of Seville don't like Neymar very much.

On the side of the court.

Mignano was trembling with nervousness, holding the tactical board tightly.

Bosque sat in the coaching seat, calm and composed.

Dunga gestured wildly on the sidelines, signaling David Luiz on the back line to press forward!

Pique was still struggling with Hulk's big butt.

Busquets blocked Neymar's path forward.

The two Barcelona teammates knew each other's characteristics very well.

Neymar tried to pass the ball to Marcelo.

But he noticed that Ramos had intercepted the pass.

But it didn't matter.

The Samba superstar was capable of dealing with the Barcelona midfielder in front of him.

To break through Busquets, you just need to slow down the pace.

Unless that kid Li Kang.

Busquets was in a headache.

He couldn't defend Neymar alone without playing tricks.

After the two had a complicated psychological game.

He was shaken away by the opponent!

From the audience's perspective.

The Spanish midfielder was like a fool standing still.

The Samba genius completed a chic and freehand pole-circling exercise.

"Oh."

"The offensive space of the Brazilian team has come out!"

"Great opportunity!"

Bang!

The moment Neymar broke through the defense.

The ball hadn't stopped yet.

A black-haired figure, as fast as a tiger, rushed towards him.

The Samba genius couldn't help but shudder, as if he recalled the good moments of Camp Nou.

The high-speed rolling football was intercepted.

Li Kang and Neymar collided!

The latter fell heavily to the turf.

The whole place was in an uproar!

"The timing of the interception was perfect!"

"Li Kang stopped Neymar's upheaval in the defense!"

"Oh! The reason why Busquets is motionless must be to provide protective defensive interference for Li Kang!"

"The moment Neymar completes his escape, the connection of movements will enter a vacuum period."

"This is the opportunity Li Kang has been waiting for!"

Neymar was rolling on the turf in pain.

The referee made no comment.

Dunga quickly turned his head and approached the linesman to protest angrily.

The Brazilian team retreated quickly.

Can you make it?

It's too late.

Nesta's red and black soul dissipated.

Ronaldinho's shadow suddenly appeared.

The football left Li Kang's left foot.

Swirling violently in mid-air.

Drawing a strange arc, bypassing the heads of Casemiro and David Luiz!

Falling straight into the forty-meter area.

David Silva unloaded the ball calmly without any interference.

All members of the Brazilian team were stunned.

What kind of pass is this?

"Devil's low and long pass!"

"The placement is too precise!"

"The Spanish team's offensive is coming again!"

The Brazilian team's formation was in disarray.

The consequence of the whole army's pressure is to make their own half empty.

After David Silva caught the ball, he turned around and started to explode!

"Single sword!"

"Oops, it's too slow!"

Does Brazil still have a savior?

Yes, I have!

Thiago Silva!

The "World's First Guard" in active service!

He calmly blocked the forward path of the Blue Moon Magician, maintaining a subtle gap and strangling the opponent's ball path.

Perfect.

Textbook-style defense against a single sword.

‘If I had been there, I would never have been beaten 7:1 by Germany! ’

Two seconds later.

Shi Yiwei's expression froze!

David Silva actually stood there.

Between the two, they stop and retreat.

The space for passing the ball is now available!

"Hey! Why did you stop? You wasted a perfect offensive opportunity!"

"This is a negative teaching material like a textbook!"

"A big no-no!"

"pretty!"

"David Silva knows that he has no speed advantage, so he is just waiting for his teammates to move forward!"

The Brazilian team's defense is very fast!

David Silva's pause attracted multiple players to double-team.

The ball is about to be lost!

There was a crisp sound!

The football flies out of the crowd!

Accurately cross to the middle!

Iniesta, unmarked, advanced forward.

One touch of the ball!

The trajectory of football has been changed again!

Flying to the left front!

Cazorla is here!

Balance your feet!

Powerful!

Juan Stadium is bustling with people!

Mignano shouted excitedly: "We don't run fast! But we pass the ball fast!"

Bosque smiled and nodded: "Well, even the counterattack is so gorgeous."

No one can stop Cazorla!

Unless the little-known Brazilian goalkeeper is cheating.

Arsenal’s midfield maestro can’t even remember Alisson’s name.

"Single sword!"

"This is the real single sword!"

"Cazorla's short-distance explosive power is unparalleled!"

Not very explosive over long distances.

Alisson thinks so.

He did a lot of homework before the game and complemented the characteristics of every midfielder and frontcourt player in the Spanish team.

You can roughly judge the opponent's speed and ball-touching rhythm in your mind.

The Brazilian goalkeeper strikes decisively!

At the top of the penalty area.

It was as if the entire spotlight was shining only on Cazorla and Alisson.

One tall and one short.

One big and one small.

One step forward and one step back.

No one could have guessed the torturous psychological game the two went through.

"Can't you stand up yet?"

"There is no shooting angle!"

"Huh? What's going on with the return message?"

"There is never a forward!"

Alisson was about to resolve the one-on-one attack and save the ball.

The slender and graceful leg in sight stepped in front of the football.

Snapped!

Cazorla's heel knocked hard.

The football rolled lightly to the back.

The Brazilian goalkeeper was stunned.

Everyone in the audience was left scratching their heads.

Single pass back?

What are you doing?

Even if Morata was present, he wouldn't make such a showy move, would he?

Dunga was overjoyed.

Mignano looked confused.

Bosque raised his fists high!

The lens is slightly extended.

Spain No. 6, coming into the wind.

The sadness and joy of Juan Stadium were reversed at this moment.

In Li Kang's field of vision, a shadow wearing a red No. 7 jersey appeared.

Raul.

A sword seals the throat.

In the eyes of everyone present.

Li Kang leaned forward.

The right foot is slightly bent.

Rub your left foot gently.

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

The football lifted off the ground.

Easily lobbed towards the Brazilian goal.

Alisson retreated sharply, trying to resolve the danger.

That's not the height he can reach when he takes off.

Chance to save, on the goal line.

Only by rushing there can you have the last chance of survival.

pity.

The arc of the football's fall.

All hope was extinguished.

The Brazilian team's net was lifted again.

Alisson faced the goal and knelt down.

2:0! ! !

“Immaculate parabola!”

"So imaginative!"

"Indescribable tacit cooperation!"

"Flawless cumshot!"

"The ultimate use of local space!"

"A gorgeous counterattack without a front formation!"

"You will never imagine what extraordinary behavior these magicians will do on the green field!"

"This generation of Spanish No. 6 feels so strange!"

"Cazorla assisted, Li Kang scored with a lob, and the Spanish team expanded its lead!"

"The tacit understanding between them must have gone through thousands of difficult runs to create such a wonderful collaboration."

Studio.

The barrage is like a waterfall.

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【came back! I feel everything coming back! 】

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[Spain No. 6, considered T0, right? The fit with the core of Arsenal and Manchester City is amazing! 】

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[Busquets’ standing defense creates opportunities for Li Kang to steal, and his tacit understanding is also very high. 】

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【Yeah! After all, Xiao Lizi is our child from La Masia. During the attack, Xiao Bai's transition pass was amazing! 】

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[Spain No. 6 is better than Leverkusen No. 10, right? 】

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[Top old man, look good and study hard, don’t let Xiao Li play so hard when he returns to the club! 】

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[No way, where can Leverkusen find Cazorla and David Silva? 】

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[If he continues like this, Li Mingdeng will be the first yellow man to win the World Cup sooner or later! 】

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[The whole world still doesn’t understand how to use Li Kang. 】

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[By the time the experts figure it out, Li Kang has retired. It’s not that complicated, just release him! 】

Cazorla turned around and excitedly made a "pistol" gesture with Li Kang.

David Silva rushed forward and hugged him vigorously.

Iniesta put his hands on his hips, gasping for air and smiling widely.

Teammates gathered around Li Kang and took turns high-fiving.

The home fans roared wildly.

Everyone was immersed in joy.

In Spain No. 6, they saw hope for the revival of the Iberian Peninsula.

Courtside.

Mignano said excitedly: "Boss, we are two goals ahead. Do you want to replace Li?"

Del Bosque looked up at the time on the LED screen and said with a smile: "Don't worry, let them slow down the pace a little and treat it as a practice match."

The other side.

Dunga kicked the coaching bench angrily.

The Brazilian substitutes did not dare to say anything.

"What a bunch of losers! What a bunch of losers!"

The football is placed back on the center line.

The fourth official held up the LED number plate.

"The Brazilian team needs to make two substitutions!"

"Paulinho, from the southern giants of the Chinese Super League, replaced Casemiro."

"Augusto from the northern team of the Chinese Super League replaced Jonas."

"These two adjustments should be to strengthen the midfielder's hardness, right?"

Dunga was talking loudly and gesticulating towards the second general of the Chinese Super League.

Paulinho and Augusto are the most ideal configuration for his "civilian Brazil".

The game continues.

Hulk hit Neymar with the kick.

The latter touched the ball and passed it back to Augusto.

This midfielder obviously has not adapted to the local climate in Seville.

Facing the menacing Cazorla.

His release rate was half a beat slower.

The Arsenal maestro stole the ball easily.

"Oh, this ball was thrown too casually!"

"Spain's gorgeous offensive is coming again. Why is it slowing down?"

Brazil's formation quickly retreated.

After Cazorla got rid of his opponent's counterattack, he passed the ball back to Li Kang.

Spain's No. 6 made a gesture.

Teammates understand.

The rhythm of the game is like the Chinese Super League.

It extinguished the enthusiasm of the fans in the stands.

Juan Stadium gradually became quiet as the football was slowly passed.

"Why did you start walking?"

Augusto and Paulinho have good physical strength.

They called on their teammates and launched crazy pressure in the frontcourt.

But I just couldn’t get the ball.

In this generation of Spanish midfielders, everyone's ability to escape from the spot, vision, ball control, and passing are almost perfect.

Only Li Kang runs in a wide range of the field. No matter which area of ​​the green field he is on, he can always form a "triangular" passing space with his two teammates.

The Brazilian players, pressing to no avail, gradually became desperate.

"Core kicking!"

"After tactical adjustments, 18-year-old Li Kang turned out to be the midfield leader of this Spanish team!"

"Broad vision, natural movement! The ball route is calculated like AI!"

"He is a matador with a sword and a red cloth!"

“He is God’s gift to the Iberian Peninsula!”

"Football is simple, but playing simple football is difficult."

Courtside.

Mignano looked at his backcourt and said: "Boss, should we replace De Gea?"

Bosque nodded: "Well, don't catch a cold."