What is a destructive midfielder?

Many coaches who are nicknamed "dog crown" by fans have deep attainments in set-piece tactics.

For example, Enrique made Barcelona's set-pieces no longer limited to ground cooperation.

For example, Zidane developed Real Madrid's set-piece tactics to the extreme.

But Conte, a famous coach who leads the tactical craze, is not good at set-piece tactics.

When he coached the Italian national team, he had a good assistant-Gianni Pio, who was a set-piece master. Unfortunately, he was unwilling to follow Conte to Chelsea, but became a bank teller again.

"Conte, who was crazy for 90 minutes, seemed very calm at this moment."

"There was only one and a half minutes left in injury time."

"Can Chelsea seize the last chance to kill?"

The atmosphere at Stamford Bridge reached its climax.

Young fans sang the team song.

Old fans held their breath.

Cech calmly directed his teammates' positions.

Arsenal only left Welbeck in the frontcourt, and even Morata and Giroud, two high points, retreated to the front of the penalty area.

Koscielny and Diego Costa are "contesting in secret".

At the penalty spot, William raised his right hand and started to run.

The Samba Magic Wing continued the threatening free kick of last season, and was once called "William's Zone" by fans. However, since his mother passed away in October last year, it is difficult for the audience to see a smile on his face.

Beep!

The referee blew the whistle.

William started to run.

Snap!

His right foot hit the bottom of the football heavily.

There was only one minute left in the game.

William's idol is Ronaldinho. He not only imitated the cow's tail passing, but also imitated the weird and erratic devil's arc!

Above the Stamford Bridge, the trajectory of the football was erratic, but the ball speed did not lose.

All Chelsea's offensive forces rushed to the opponent's penalty area frantically.

Arsenal players could not figure out where the football was going to be passed.

Li Kang ignored the crazy roar of Nesta's phantom, and the shadow in his brain spread wildly, as if time was slowed down countless times.

Bullet time.

The Gunners Legend module was finally triggered at this moment.

All the dynamic information in the God's perspective stopped in an instant.

All the noise in the ears disappeared instantly.

Then.

As far as he could see, he saw a white dotted line.

The falling area.

It was the back point!

The river of time flowed again.

Diego Costa squeezed Koscielny and prepared to jump.

A terrifying force of equal strength forced him to slow down.

Then.

In the eyes of everyone.

The football was headed out by Arsenal's No. 10.

Chelsea's threatening offensive came to an abrupt end.

At Stamford Bridge, the singing of Chelsea fans suddenly turned into exclamation.

"Unbelievable."

"Li Kang's defensive positioning is the same as Muller's offensive running! It's always so unexpected!"

"His judgment of the landing point is too accurate."

William was confused.

Conte, who had calmed down, threw the mineral water bottle to the ground and resumed his madness.

The ball just landed at Cazorla's feet.

The 33-year-old master of balance used up his last bit of energy and sent a long pass under Mikel's interference!

The Arsenal blew the horn of counterattack.

Chelsea players quickly returned to defense, but unfortunately they couldn't catch up with the penetrating ground cut.

Near the center circle.

Welbeck retreated slightly, with an eager expression.

When the ball was about to roll to his feet, he slowed down.

His dark long legs, exerted force.

Start speeding up!

His posture was vigorous.

His strides were fast.

Arsenal fans were in a carnival!

There were only 40 seconds left in injury time!

"Terry can't come back!"

"It doesn't matter, Chelsea still has Marcos and Cahill in the backcourt!"

Welbeck didn't think.

The sprint path was more inclined to Marcos' side.

Pick the soft persimmon!

For the breakthrough path, you have to face the weakest one!

Chelsea's defense is the weakest at the moment, how can they stop me!

Let me be the terminator who determines the victory!

At the same time.

The shadow of Liverpool No. 9 in Li Kang's vision exudes strong emotions.

The moment his feet landed, he seemed to have endless power.

Torres.

Peak start.

Chelsea's 40-meter area in the half.

Welbeck regretted it.

He found that Marcos was really not a soft eggplant.

The full-back produced by Real Madrid's youth training had a terrifying turning speed.

Gradually.

Arsenal's little black forward was pressed to the side by the opponent!

Marcos looked triumphant: Black people's brains are really like Kiko said.

Welbeck tried his best, but still couldn't get rid of his opponent, and the Chelsea defender behind him approached immediately.

Slow down.

A glance.

'Li! Help me! '

Bang!

The little black egg heavily lifted the ball diagonally backward.

As if they were in sync.

Arsenal's No. 10 rushed over and took the ball!

Different from the past.

Torres' module lasted this time!

"A beautiful pass!"

"Welbeck attracted the defense, and when his teammates came up to create the width of the attack, the timing of the pass was just right!"

"Li Kang!"

The commentator's tone was very excited.

But the hearts of Gunners fans are hanging on.

William and a large group of defensive players were chasing after him. They were only two or three positions behind Li Kang!

Cahill intercepts head-on.

Marcos also quickly retreated, forming a second level.

Conte roared crazily!

We can't let Li rush over!

Courtside.

Wenger prayed that his disciples would not be injured during the double-teaming.

Boulder was heartbroken: How the hell could he get through this? The opponent is Cahill!

Torres' shadow drifted away in the wind.

The phantom of the red and black Milan No. 22 condensed crazily.

In Li Kang's vision, the breakthrough path of the optimal solution naturally emerged.

The moment his left foot touches the ball again.

Increased stride length.

Cahill's mind is confused: he hasn't faced a tall dribbler for a long time. That's not right. There has only been one tall dribbler in the history of football!

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

The distance between Arsenal No. 10 and Chelsea No. 24 is getting closer and closer.

Cahill was lost in Li Kang's explosive stride.

pause?

Change direction?

Second acceleration?

Pass the ball?

Hesitated.

Hesitation leads to defeat.

He knows that no matter what defensive posture he makes, the opponent can always take the initiative!

In a sense, the tall dribbling master in the history of football is out of the scope of the game of the essence of excellence.

Amidst waves of exclamations.

Li Kang flicked the ball and changed direction to get rid of Cahill.

The speed didn't slow down even a minute.

Stride.

The speed of dribbling the ball makes people’s blood boil!

A fierce sprint!

A defender's nightmare.

The second level is Marcos’ nightmare.

An outstanding graduate of Real Madrid's youth training, there was no way he could predict Li Kang's breakthrough route. He struggled to adjust his position, but could only watch Arsenal's No. 10 passing by.

‘When did he predict the attack route? ’

Thirty meters.

Twenty-five meters.

Twenty meters.

Unstoppable!

There are only the last twenty-four seconds left in injury time!

Courtois looked grim.

Conte's eyes were dull.

The commentator was stunned, and a set of words naturally appeared in his mind: There is a white horse walking alone in the mountains. When it screams, the river will burst, and when it gallops, the mountain will collapse.

Chelsea's penalty area at the top of the arc.

All eyes were once again focused on Li Kang and Courtois.

The breathtaking strides of the meteor disappeared in an instant.

Li Kang looked at the Chelsea goalkeeper who switched to a K-shaped blocking posture and moved his legs slightly!

Chelsea's defensive players followed closely!

Snapped!

Not a shot.

Instead, it was given to Welbeck who stepped in later!

"Fake ejaculation and real ejaculation!"

"Welbeck!"

Arsenal's little black egg's shooting environment is too good.

No one interferes.

Even Courtois was deceived by Lee and rushed towards the near corner!

Empty door!

Boom!

The football set off Chelsea's net.

1:2! ! !

Injury time, only twelve seconds left!

In an instant, all the cameras were shaking slightly amidst the avalanche and tsunami of cheers from the Arsenal fans!

"Kill!"

"The last-minute kill!"

"Arsenal killed the game!"

"Incredible!"

"incredible!"

"Li Kang strode into Longtan alone, breaking through the Blue Army's defense with overwhelming force!"

"There is a white horse walking alone in the mountains. When it screams, the river bursts, and when it gallops, the mountain collapses!"

"The great long run!"

"Shocking visual impact!"

"Bright recognition!"

"Legendary moment!"

"Time and space seemed to intersect at that moment!"

"Li Kang assisted, Welbeck scored with a blast, and the two helped Arsenal take the lead again!"

"This game has lost its final suspense!"

"The ownership of the Premier League champion has almost lost its suspense!"

Studio.

Barrage flying.

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[Milan fans, in tears! Why didn't Leonardo DiCaprio start his career at San Siro? 】

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[Digging, Li Mingdeng is awesome! 】

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[The arsenal is so rich! 】

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【How to say? In the history of football, the second Mo Shangren Ruyu, who is 1.86 meters tall, and whose son is unparalleled in the world, was born? 】

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[Pay attention to the slow-motion replay. The frequency of touching the ball, stride length, sprint path, dribbling speed, and rhythm changes are amazing! 】

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[I thought it was Chelsea who won the game in the end! 】

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[The director pulled the camera back to the starting point of the counterattack. It was Li Mingdeng who destroyed William's set kick! Arsenal just got the chance to counterattack! 】

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[Hey, no matter how awesome Conte’s three-center-back system was, it was defeated at the last moment! 】

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[The second fool still wanted to win too much. If there was no army pressing down at the last moment, how could Li Mingdeng have the chance to seize the flaw? 】

Welbeck did not celebrate to himself.

Instead, he hugged Li Kang excitedly.

"Lee, you are the hero of Arsenal!"

"Being your golden partner is the greatest honor in my career!"

Golden partner?

The frustrated Courtois couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, then got up and kicked the goal post angrily. He really couldn't tolerate being scored by such a not-so-smart forward.

The shadow of Kaka in Li Kang's field of vision showed a smiley face.

The wind blew through the turf.

The red and black soul disappeared without a trace.

Maybe.

The one who knows the Italian head coach best is the Serie A legend.

In the Serie A league that advocated awareness and positioning for defense, Kaka, who suddenly appeared, was simply a nightmare for all the defenses in the Apennines.

It can be called a dimensionality reduction attack.

Marcos slumped on the grass.

Cahill put his hands on his hips, his expression confused.

Conte was quiet again, trembling slightly.

He once said: "Unexpected goals are an insult to my tactics."

But at this moment, the Chelsea coach kept reviewing Li Kang's rush in his mind. He felt powerless.

On the other side.

Bould murmured: "Boss, I feel like I'm dreaming."

Wenger restrained his smile and sighed: "Conte's tactical system is enough for the entire Premier League coaching team to study for a season and a half before the winter window next season. Guardiola may find the answer to defeat Chelsea."

The Arsenal bench behind him.

The players have fallen into a carnival of lore.

Maguire put down his notebook and pen, turned around and excitedly waved his hand towards the away stand, signaling the Gunners fans to cheer and applaud more enthusiastically!

He also studied Conte's variant three-center-back system carefully on the bench throughout the game.

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

The name of the Gunners hero floated over the sky of Stamford Bridge!

Chelsea bench.

Fabregas covered his face with a towel.

No one knows what the former Gunners core is thinking at this moment.

VIP box.

Abramovich's expression was complicated, mixed with sadness and joy.

He didn't know whether he was more happy or sad now.

Sad that his beloved Chelsea lost?

Happy that Li Kang created a legendary moment at Stamford Bridge again, but he was not wearing a blue jersey.

"Will I ever see Lee wearing a Chelsea jersey in my lifetime?"

"We will qualify for the Champions League next season"

"No matter how much money, no matter what the conditions, I will bring him back to Stamford Bridge!"

"Chelsea also conquered Lee in this game!"

Ms. Scaya, who was standing by, had a forced smile.

Her current mood: just like when Ranieri got the list of signings from Abramovich, including Zidane, Carlos, Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, Nesta, and Cannavaro.

How could Arsenal, which has a balanced budget, let go of their 200 million man?

Impossible.

The Arsenal will no longer have to sell the captain.

Ms. Scaya had to change the subject: "The Spanish national team, which has replaced the old and the new, may still be competitive in the World Cup."

Abramovich was stunned.

He couldn't help but stretch out his five fingers and count the number of Spanish players on the field.

"Lee, Morata, Cazorla, Diego Costa, Fabregas, Bellerin, Azpilicueta, Marcos, Monreal."

"When did Arsenal and Chelsea become the reserve base of the Spanish national team?"

The game was restarted in the middle circle.

Diego Costa kicked the ball back to Matic

Beep! Beep~

The referee immediately blew the whistle to end the game.

Chelsea 1:2 Arsenal!

Like dominoes: the veterans fell first, followed by the young players.

The second half was full of rhythm.

The Gunners and the Blues fought hard.

The referee couldn't help but bend down and hold his knees with both hands.

Welbeck, who played for less than ten minutes, ran to the sidelines and picked up a box of sports drinks and bananas, ran back to the green field, and rushed to Li Kang excitedly.

Diego Costa patted the grass on his butt, took off his jersey and covered Li Kang with it.

Xhaka saw this and lost the urge to reason with the Chelsea striker.

The night wind blew the blue and red and white flags.

The center of Stamford Bridge turned back into that quiet library.