What is a destructive midfielder?

Amsterdam.

Cruyff frowned, pressed the remote control, and turned off the TV.

"The club management is full of parasites and good-for-nothings!"

"How shameless!"

"After spending 400 million, they were still slaughtered by Real Madrid and Chelsea?"

"Our La Masia No. 4"

Bang!

The white-haired old man raised his foot and kicked over the coffee table with great force.

The huge noise scared the nurses and chefs to run over.

"When Li scored a goal, didn't he clap his hands and look happy?"

"Go and have a look!"

When they saw the old man with a loud voice, a straight back, and a spirited spirit, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Hmm?

It seems that Cruyff's physical condition in recent years "looks" getting better and better!

"I'm fine!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Of course I'm fine! We must keep a happy mood!"

The nurse skillfully turned on the VCR and put in the CD of the collection of the La Masia No. 4 of all generations.

On both sides of the cabinet, the 30-year-old ATC home speakers made a noise.

Then, the familiar BBC commentary sounded:

"The next substitute is 17-year-old Li Kang!"

"He is from the La Masia Youth Training Camp!"

Camp Nou.

The red and blue prosperity ended.

The dark blue flag fluttered in the night wind.

"Blue is the colour" echoed in the land of the Catalans.

Blue.

Our dream.

"The game is over!"

"Chelsea won a crushing victory!"

"A war of annihilation."

"A mass extinction."

"Li Kang, his name has become Barcelona's lingering nightmare and curse."

"For three consecutive years, he represented three different clubs in the Champions League and conquered the magnificent stadium of Camp Nou."

"The abandoned La Masia player did not return home, and the peak dream team that people expected was ultimately a bubble."

"The kingship changes!"

"We may be witnessing the rise of a deep blue dynasty!"

"Congratulations to Chelsea, and best wishes to Barcelona."

The commentator couldn't help but pick his feet.

This season's Chelsea is a bit abnormal.

Not only are the players strong, but also the "tactical genius" Tuchel. No one can figure out his next move, which has greatly increased the workload of "post-match report analysis" of major media.

Scanning the crazy comment area.

All 7+, negative others, no money, kill Barcelona, ​​software hardening engineer, takeout, lifelong fan

Rakitic only played for a few minutes, but he still successfully got Li Kang's jersey.

Barcelona nightmare?

The Croatian midfielder has collected several "off-field" jerseys of Li Kang.

Due to contract disputes, Rakitic's Camp Nou career may soon end.

Showdown.

No more pretending.

He ran to the interview area.

Facing the reporter's microphone, his tone was serious:

"This game is very unfair to Barcelona."

"Because Li was too strong tonight, so strong that he didn't look like an earthling, you couldn't stop his advancement at all!"

"His presence makes me feel like I'm playing like a piece of shit."

"I'm lucky. Every year I have the opportunity to appreciate Li's wonderful performance face to face and up close."

"I'm praying, praying that I don't meet him in the World Cup next year!"

Tuchel shook hands with Valverde.

His eyes were full of sympathy:

Another Barcelona coach who was about to be fired by Li

Fabregas and Pedro rushed out of the bench, hugging and comforting the frustrated Barcelona old partners.

Bonds, partners, villages.

Growing up together.

Training together.

Fighting side by side.

All kinds of emotions in the past were intertwined at this moment, and several men huddled together for warmth.

"If you didn't fake an injury and fall to the ground, how could Morata score the last goal!"

"His hand touched my hair!"

In the distance.

Messi walked to the passage alone in silence, and no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

Morata was still not satisfied, holding Li Kang's shoulders, and his other hand kept gesturing, talking in rapid succession, and seriously describing the tacit cooperation between the two in the game.

"Li, I will be the European assist king this season!"

"What are you laughing at? Believe me, I can do it!"

Hearing these words.

Diego Costa was a little confused: A striker's season goal is not the Golden Boot? But the assist king?

Kante took off his jersey and hung it on his shoulders, trotted to the sidelines, took out two bottles of sports drinks and returned to hand them to Li Kang.

"Li, drink water!"

The little black egg was originally a pure defensive midfielder. Under the guidance of Conte last season, he completed the transformation and was warned to read the game more and use his brain to organize the attack.

But he doesn't want to use his brain to organize the attack now.

After the steal, just pass the ball to Li, this is the smartest way to play.

Hazard touched his stomach and hesitated: Should I reward myself with a hamburger? After all, I scored a goal today.

Not far away.

Buffon took off his gloves, patted Cech on the shoulder, and hesitated to speak.

Post-match press conference.

Tuchel was in high spirits and full of energy.

"Our tactical deployment was very successful! The players' execution is also very strong!"

"Chelsea suppressed Barcelona in all directions!"

"A stroke of genius? Lee's brilliant moment of getting rid of four people in a row? Yes, I know him very well and will never stifle his imagination and creativity!"

"Becoming Chelsea's head coach is the most correct choice in my coaching career."

"I have nothing to say about the result of tonight's game. Going all out is a respect for Barcelona."

"Chelsea will respect every opponent in the future."

A moment later.

Valverde came to the press conference.

Like a warrior rushing to the battlefield.

Take a deep breath.

"I am the sinner of Barcelona."

"Everything is my fault. There is a problem with my tactical deployment."

Li Kang's trip to Camp Nou is over.

He and his teammates took a flight overnight and returned to London.

A group of Blues fans had already gathered at the airport.

Like welcoming a triumphant warrior.

Flags, posters, jerseys, banners. Fluttering enthusiastically above the crowd.

A drizzle.

It can't extinguish the fire in the hearts of Blues fans.

"Lee!!!"

Dino looked puzzled: Why is the treatment the same as winning the Champions League after winning Barcelona?

After a long time.

Li Kang returned home accompanied by his assistant.

His phone was full of messages.

The encouragement and concerns of the grandfathers: Voller was worried that his current playing style would hurt his ankle.

Congratulations from his former teammates.

And the praise and confession of several little girls.

He put his phone down again.

The system prompt sounded quietly.

[Ding! Mission completed: Tears of Camp Nou. ]

[Task receipt: Doesn't your heart hurt? ]

[Congratulations on getting: Barcelona Legend·Platinum Treasure Box. ]

Li Kang didn't look at the prize pool.

He was a little tired.

[Platinum Treasure Box is opening. Congratulations on getting: Maradona "Ball Sense" Module (Incomplete·Permanent Passive)]

[Devil and Angel. ]

[Foolishness and Madness. ]

[Sadness and Joy. ]

[Stepping onto the green field but not being able to shoot, it feels like dancing with your sister. ]

[I just hope people will let me live my own life. I never want to be a role model. 】

【Even if I die, I will never give up football. 】