What is a destructive midfielder?

Chapter 189: The Defeat of the Star-Moon Legion

"The Spanish Invincible Armada used two shocking heavy artillery to destroy the Turkish defense line!"

"Just like the Battle of Lepanto!"

"Diego Costa is worthy of the name of the striker!"

"Li Kang, the new helmsman of the Invincible Armada!"

"The two of them are connected, and together they outline the most beautiful scenery of the summer in France!"

He Wei was very excited.

Duan Xuan was stunned: he had a premonition that the direction of the game was likely to turn into a massacre.

Diego Costa turned and rushed towards Li Kang.

The Spanish cheering momentum at the scene became more and more powerful as he raised his arms.

"La la la la la!!!"

That's right, Chelsea's striker is also a master at creating atmosphere.

He lifted the team badge on Li Kang's chest and roared loudly at the stands.

Saul and Koke also ran forward.

The two young players looked admiring.

"Li, if you come to Atletico, we will definitely beat Barcelona and Real Madrid!"

"You are too iron-blooded!"

Iron-blooded?

The two little followers are really good at flattering. When has Li ever been so tough?

Carvajal pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Li, you are so charming."

Live broadcast room.

The comments were overwhelming.

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[Is Turkey not that bad? What's going on? It collapsed so quickly. What a bunch of rubbish. ]

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[Li Mingdeng is so handsome after returning to the national team. He can adapt to all systems. No, he can play all systems. ]

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[It's a dimensional strike. There are very few national teams that have enough time for training and running-in. The rotation players in Spain are in batches and ready to move in. ]

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[What the hell is ready to move in? It's plug-and-play. Atletico Madrid and Real Madrid are not bad. They are the two teams that will fight for the top of the Champions League. But I guess Bosque still has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. ]

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[Wow, his heavy artillery through ball will go backwards! The passing accuracy is too scary! I thought it was a miss at first, but it turned out to be a nanny ball fed to his mouth. 】

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[The helmsman of the Invincible Fleet, the super core. 】

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[Diego Costa is very fierce, why didn't he play this way with Xavi and Alonso in the 2014 World Cup? 】

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[This guy's body and impact are explosive, but his small skills are "relatively" rough, and his rhythm control is a level lower than that of peak Torres and peak Villa. He can't adapt to the Spanish passing and control system, and he is not the most traditional fulcrum center. 】

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[If Morata can combine with him, he will be invincible! 】

On the side of the court.

Busquets and Iniesta couldn't help but stand up and applaud.

"It feels so wonderful to win the game while sitting on the bench."

"Simeone's tactics are really useful against Turkey, naturally restrained, and go straight to the soft spot!"

Pique closed his lips, sat in the corner of the bench with his legs crossed, and rubbed his shoes with his palms

Morata took off his coat, looking eager to try.

Mignano said excitedly: "Boss, the experiment is successful. I seem to see Atletico Madrid sweeping across Europe in the 13/14 season. We should have called up Gabi earlier."

Bosque patted his big belly and shook his head happily: "We can't put all our eggs in the same basket."

On the other side.

Trim suppressed his anger and waved to Turan and Calhanoglu.

Before he spoke.

The King of Football turned his head again to observe Li Kang's gestures carefully, and said hurriedly:

"Boss, they are going to play high pressure next, and force our midfield to the wing"

"Shut up!"

The Turkish tyrant couldn't hold it back: "Look for opportunities according to our familiar offensive routines. There is still a lot of time in the game. We can equalize the score! Don't think about it. Do you think you are Li? Want to destroy Spain's tactical system?"

"Play in the middle! Cross-run and pull, penetrate the ball!"

Calhanoglu looked unhappy.

The internal relationship in the Turkish locker room is very subtle.

A few years ago, he was pointed at his head by his teammates.

Turan quickly dissuaded the two and signaled both sides to calm down.

He has a high EQ, he is just bad.

The middle circle of the game was reopened.

Yilmaz kicked the ball and hit Turan.

This top shooter in the Chinese Super League is still a little uncomfortable with the rhythm of international competitions.

After several quick passes, the football came to Inan's feet.

He is the real midfield core of the Star-Moon Army.

Although his passing skills are two levels weaker than Hakan, he can hold the ball relatively well.

Turan received the ball in the middle.

Erkin advanced from the side.

All Turkish midfielders began to shorten the distance.

"Turkey is going to play something of its own!"

"They are very good at forming multiple points of support close to each other during the offensive advancement!"

"The game is still long, calm down and score a goal first. Oops!"

Inan was confused.

He was about to launch an offensive.

Suddenly found that the Spanish team launched a fierce pressing in the middle and front court.

The opponent's bandit center forward with a face full of flesh was rushing towards him with murderous intent!

Diego Costa also came from the Atletico system. After being trained by Mourinho at Chelsea, he became a super striker!

Bang!

The Turkish midfielder decisively passed the ball diagonally to Calhanoglu who had created space!

Before receiving the ball, the latter began to observe the vertical position of the Spanish defense line.

The Star-Crescent Army, your core

wrong.

There is no suitable long passing route.

Li had already directed the two Spanish central defenders Ramos and San Jose to retreat?

Defense in depth again

You have to pull aside first!

pity.

Calhanoglu is too slow.

Saul's flying shovel followed closely!

The football was kicked out of bounds.

Calhanoglu turned half a circle in the air and fell to the ground in pain.

"Is it a foul? Let's see the slow-motion replay!"

"No problem!"

"Saul, the young player from Atletico Madrid, touched the ball first!"

"What a fierce interception!"

Calhanoglu struggled to get up.

He looked at Yi Nan aggrievedly and spread his hands to signal: Don't just focus on transferring firepower, but observe the situation of your teammates receiving the ball.

Turkish fullback Elgin quickly threw the throw-in.

There was no time to waste and we were two goals behind.

"Elgin is a wing attacker who is favored by Inter Milan coach Mancini. He returns to the national team but has few opportunities to attack!"

"Yinan quickly transferred, and this time it was assigned to Turan!"

Turan's ability is still much better than Calhanoglu.

Facing the double teams of Cork and Cazorla.

After receiving the ball, he made a blast, trying to break through the siege, completing the advancement task and then looking for a point to release the ball.

Owuzi hurriedly stepped forward, but encountered Juanfran who was advancing!

"Tulan's speed is not fast, but his dribbling ability is very strong!"

"Koke and Cazorla can't do anything to him at the moment!"

"Yilmaz pulls aside, Turan can pass the ball!"

Turan was miserable and couldn't tell.

He doesn't have the ability to speed up twice.

Cork and Cazorla are not vegetarians. Their combination of hard and soft interceptions is impeccable.

Especially Arsenal's master of double-foot balance, whose center of gravity and pace are very stable and cannot be shaken off at all.

The Barcelona midfielder was unknowingly forced to the wing.

Sometimes there is real restraint between offensive and defensive individuals. Turan is not afraid of a strong central defender in frontal defense, but it is difficult to get rid of a technical flow like Cazorla.

Seeing that he could no longer hold on, he caught sight of his forward teammates from the corner of his eye.

Yes.

The body suddenly stopped and shook.

It opens up the space for the ball diagonally in front.

Snapped!

The football just left the right foot!

A black-haired figure arrives quietly!

Li Kang.

"Computer calculated interception time! Perfect!"

"Oops! Look at this stop, it looks like his left foot is stained with glue!"

"Atletico Madrid. Spain's counterattack is coming again!"

Riviera Stadium.

Xingyue fans burst into boos.

Matador fans cheered.

Courtside.

Bosque smiled, clapped his hands, and murmured:

"Simone's tactical ideas are really suitable for dealing with teams that are good at short-pass penetration."

"It's exactly the same as the one set up before the game."

"Implement deep defense in the backcourt to stifle Calhanoglu's long pass."

"Press Turan to the wing, drive him into a narrow vision area, block his short passes, and then use a shrinking formation to form a squeeze in the middle."

"Perfect combination of pressing from the wing and center."

Mignano was stunned for a moment and then echoed: "Li is so awesome!"

The other side.

Trim calmly directed the defenders.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly! Prevent that kid's long pass!"

"Watch the big center on the opposite side!"

Topal and Balta are short in stature.

If Li Kang sends that wonderful long pass again, the consequences will be disastrous!

Li Kang did not make a long pass.

From God's perspective,

Diego Costa was surrounded not only by three defenders but also by Tufan who was trailing behind the Turkish formation.

Can he beat four?

Snapped!

The football left Li Kang's left foot.

The young Atletico Madrid player jumped to the 40-meter area.

Saul attracted the attention of Spanish domestic media when he was a child. He was very smart when he was in the Real Madrid youth training camp.

He is a super genius who can win the Golden Boot while playing left back in the European Youth Championship.

He was actually transformed into a midfield engineer by Simeone.

During this period, Saul's innate talent has not been completely wiped out.

Pull with your right foot, push with your right foot.

He easily shook off Owuzi and Yinan who were trying to fight back.

The whole place was in an uproar.

Spanish fans prepare to give warm applause

Then.

He passed the ball back to Li Kang, who was running forward, with admiration in his little eyes.

The opportunity to fight back was wasted.

Bosque clutched his chest in pain, his face turning red with anger.

Why these little guys.

There are always various shortcomings.

Mignano couldn't help complaining: "What is he thinking? If he returns the ball at this time, isn't it a waste of a good counterattack opportunity?"

Trim was so anxious that he almost jumped up.

He raised his hand vigorously, signaling the disciples to seize the opportunity to return to defense and get into position!

How dangerous.

Studio,

Barrage flying.

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[Laughing so hard, the ball was passed back! 】

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[No problem, he is implementing Spanish tactics very strictly.]

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[Saul suffered a serious kidney injury last year, and his brain may have been slightly affected as well. 】

Duan Xuan and He Wei were silent for a moment.

How to blow?

How can this be blown?

"Nice two-for-two!"

"Saul plays football very spiritually!"

"Oops, Türkiye's defense is in place! It's a bit difficult!"

Li Kang dribbled the ball forward at high speed.

The bond upgrade brings an 8-point speed increase, and the effect is too obvious!

Türkiye's frontcourt players quickly chased back and rushed towards him.

The football was carried past the center circle.

Li Kang always felt that he had missed something?

From God's perspective.

Türkiye's formation is falling into place quickly.

A figure was active in the open area of ​​the opponent's half.

David Silva!

Snapped.

The football left Li Kang's left foot again.

David Silva takes a few steps back.

The distance between the two is very close.

It was just an extremely ordinary short pass.

"Spain is going to reorganize its attack."

"David Silva is a bit slow."

"Huh? He rushed over!"

The spotlight of the whole game seemed to be on one person in the Manchester City midfielder.

"Slow version of Messi"!

David Silva!

The thin body and agile dribbling seem to be dancing on a tightrope!

With a slight shake, he got rid of Tunan's interception.

Trim roared wildly.

"Don't go over and intercept them all!"

"Watch his points! Watch Diego Costa!"

The Turkish coach's voice started to crack.

Gnur and Balta quickly blocked it!

Two against one.

Useless.

Although Manchester City's midfielder is slow.

But it suddenly broke through the defense lines of countless wealthy and powerful teams!

The two central defenders, who are both native and superior, cannot stop him at all!

Inan and Owuzi quickly caught up.

Türkiye's backcourt looms as a four-man double-team

"This ball is going to be lost!"

"I still suffered the disadvantage of being too slow!"

"Wow!"

"He jumped over again!"

David Silva slows down a bit!

With superb ball control accuracy, he can move around in a small space.

The Turkish defender was like a wooden stake, watching the football pass through the gap.

The frontier of the restricted area.

David Silva, undisturbed, leans forward and swings his leg!

Boom!

Accompanied by a crisp sound.

The football lifts off the ground!

The incredible arc left goalkeeper Babacan stunned.

How to predict?

The direction of the shot is completely unpredictable!

The white net was lifted again.

3:0! ! !

The whole place was in an uproar.

massacre!

It was a massacre.

Duan Xuan and He Wei stared at the big screen.

How come the assist is attributed to Li Kang?

It's just a short pass from the center circle.

"A pass that breaks the defense!"

"Assist hat trick!"

"Perfect performance by young player Li Kang!"

"The connection between the two midfield magicians killed the game!"

Courtside.

Mignano waved his hands: "Boss, we seem to be thinking too much. The Turkish defense is very weak and it seems that there is no need to use our brains."

Bosque's beard trembled and he murmured: "You're right, pay attention to the time, and let Li take a break."

After that, the old man sat back on the coaching bench.

The other side.

Trim kicked the mineral water tank hard!

What a shame.

Not to mention Spain, which has fallen off the altar.

Even the Matador passing and controlling dynasty, which is in full swing, cannot penetrate the Turkish defense so easily!

Next game.

There is no suspense.

Saul and Koke are like two ferocious beasts. Together with Diego Costa and the forward Juanfran, they form a crazy oppression network in the frontcourt.

Chalhanoglu and his friends are miserable.

Dead ball phase.

Turan had no choice but to beat the turf, he was useless, he was completely useless in this game.

Barcelona spent 34 million euros and 7 million euros to sign the Turkish midfielder, which is like sleepwalking.

The referee is also under a lot of pressure, and he has to execute the penalty based on the opinions of the linesman.

These brats from Atletico Madrid are too much of a test for the refereeing team!

Time passed by minute by minute.

The Turkish team, which advocates offensive football, unknowingly retreated to the penalty area.

Crush!

They were completely crushed!

The Spanish team without the "Barcelona Gang", instigated by Li Kang, launched wave after wave of offensives.

Simple and crude.

Point straight to seven inches.

Is this fucking beautiful football?

The 20,000 Xingyue fans present felt despair.

Trim's clothes were messy and his face was flushed.

No more conceding goals.

Even if you are ranked third in the group, according to the "new rules" of this European Cup, you still have a chance to qualify!

Catalan Television.

Enrique's ears were ringing.

The cheers and bustle on the screen seemed far, far away from him.

The score is refreshed again and again.

The final whistle sounded.

The camera showed the LED scoreboard hanging high in the air.

6:0! ! !

massacre!

massacre!

What's even more frightening is that, except for Saul and Koke, the other Spanish players didn't consume much physical energy at all.

There is no dust visible to the naked eye on Li Kang's jersey.

The host calmed down.

"The beginning of the Matador Legion's return to its peak!"

"After many years, the Spanish team, which has no Barcelona players, played a simple and efficient offensive, slaying the Xingyue Legion 6-0."

"Mr. Enrique, Mr. Enrique? Mr. Enrique!"

That night.

Marca spread the news of the triumph throughout the Iberian Peninsula.

《Strike a blow in France! Is he only worth 1 million euros?》

I suddenly have to work overtime, it's too late, I'll make up the words tomorrow, and I'll have to like it tomorrow.

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