Manchester United's heir apparent, but can't play football.

Chapter 48: A single kick shatters the Yamato spirit! (Chinese National Football Team storyline)

"Pretty!"

"The ball is in!"

"Li Luo!"

"His debut for the national team was marked by the scoring of his first goal in his national team career."

"Like a thunderclap from flat ground, he charged into battle alone, riding on wheels of fire, straight to the heart of the enemy."

"Fierce and domineering!"

"Unstoppable!"

"One person single-handedly dismantled the entire Japanese defense."

"Walking the dog...walking a bunch of Japanese players."

The commentator and Coach Zhang almost jumped up.

Fortunately, I remembered in time that I was wearing pajama bottoms.
Be self-disciplined.

Pshaw, pshaw, pshaw, I need to restrain myself.

The land of the East.

Countless viewers were so excited they couldn't tear themselves away, glued to their television sets, watching the replay of the goals with rapt attention.

Shocked.

I was utterly shocked.

The ultimate in individual heroism.

Whether you watch football or not, you will be captivated by Li Luo's raw and explosive power.

The opponent is still the Japanese team.

How could this not get your blood pumping?

Tianhe Stadium.

Tens of thousands of Chinese fans gave the most enthusiastic applause and cheers to the Chinese youth.

A beam of light in the darkness.

Hope arises from adversity.

Red flags fluttered in the wind.

The red ocean churned violently.

Li Luo tried to catch his breath; he wanted to celebrate, as this was his first goal in his national team career.

But no.

The team is still trailing.

He stepped over Shusaku Nishikawa, rushed into the net, picked up the soccer ball, and turned to run back.

This time.

The applause from the home stands was even more enthusiastic.

Many people clapped until their hands hurt, but they still smiled and clapped vigorously.

Studio.

The slow-motion replay showed the young Chinese player's goal from various angles.

The screen was flooded with a dense barrage of comments.
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My eyes need to pee.
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[This is insane! My Luo single-handedly crushed the Japanese team!]
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[A dog-walking shot! Watch the replay carefully. Li Luo broke through the defense and entered the penalty area, while a sea of ​​blue Japanese players sprinted back.]
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[So inspiring! Ahhh! So handsome, so very handsome, my love!]
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Li Luo doesn't want a male wife.
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[What's going on? I usually see Li Luo as quite thin and elegant when watching the Bundesliga, but tonight he seemed so strong and aggressive against the Japanese midfielder?]
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I thought Shinji Kagawa's playing style differed significantly between the Bundesliga and the national team, but I didn't expect Li Luo's difference to be even greater.
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Facing the intensity of the top five European leagues, Li Luo is like Lin Daiyu (a frail, delicate flower); facing tonight's Japanese team, she's like Lin Daiyu wreaking havoc in the Grand View Garden.
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[Am I dreaming? This is so awesome! Seeing Li Luo score is already satisfying. I thought he'd disappear without a trace and get yelled at for not being able to touch the ball. Even if the national team loses tonight, Li Luo hasn't lost.]
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[As expected of a prodigy produced by a top-tier youth academy, Li Luo's high-speed sprint followed by a shot was top-notch, a skill possessed only by top-tier strikers.]
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I acknowledge the gap, but I still want Li Luo to score another one.

A series of wails erupted from the away stands.

Officials from the Japan Football Association looked uneasy, reliving the terrifying moment that had just passed.

Li Luo, riding on wheels of fire, broke through the defense and single-handedly outmaneuvered a group of Japanese players!
Like walking a dog.

shocking.

"Sigao Yi, is Li Sang really that strong? Is the gap between us so large that it can't be bridged by numbers anymore?"

"The oppressive aura emanating from Li Sang, and the blinding light emanating from him."

"That guy Aguirre, he said he would crush Li Sang and destroy the Chinese football dream."

They know small manners but lack great principles.

Being preoccupied with trivial matters leads to a lack of great virtue.

Japanese football officials stared intently at Li Luo on the pitch, as if they were witnessing Chen Zhen from "Fist of Fury" stepping into the Hongkou Dojo, fighting alone against an endless stream of Japanese samurai.

"Baka yarou! What are we afraid of?"

"Japan is still leading by one goal, we will never be tied."

Courtside.

Perrin was breathing rapidly, and her face flushed.

So happy.

Mr. Black Gold didn't lie to me; replacing Lee would change the course of the battle.

Teaching assistant Li blew on his bangs and continued to excitedly pound the grass.

The chubby translator, Zhao, who looks like Guo Degang, is sandwiched between the French teaching assistant group and the Chinese teaching assistant group.

He kept pressing down with both hands.

"do not talk."

"I don't need your suggestions for the next adjustments."

"The boss said, 'Brother Li! He can kick it however he wants.'"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on.

Turned.

Looking at Perrin, dressed in a suit and tie, standing in the command area, it was as if he saw the aura of a renowned coach like Mr. Black Gold.

The story of Hei Jin's advice to Chinese football gradually spread far and wide.

"Mr. Black Gold, a good friend of Chinese football."

Mr. Black Gold's famous quote: "Firmly support Li Luo as the core of the team."

the other side.

Aguirre was unsteady on his feet, but fortunately, the teaching assistant caught him in time.

"damn it."

"How could our defenses be so easily breached by Li?"

"Damn, the Chinese team's morale is rising, and the Chinese home games are getting more and more exciting."

"Keep attacking, score more goals and crush their morale!"

The teaching assistant looked completely bewildered.

Boss, your specialty is defense, right?
The Japanese team hired you as their coach to solve their defensive problems.

Even if we're down by one goal, we can still win if we solidify our defense.

There was no attempt to stop them.

The assistant coach thought: Forget it, it seems like the Chinese team can't hold on either.
Several Japanese assistant coaches huddled together, chattering away as they analyzed every single moment of Li Luo's performance, gathering materials to use for post-match reflection!
Deep reflection!
The Chinese national football players looked at each other in bewilderment.

Gao Lin scratched his head and said, "Let's not think too much about it. Just like playing against foreign players at the club, let's set up Li Luo well, and when we're attacking, we need to run more actively and help him stretch the defense."

"When we were playing in the AFC Champions League, when did we ever back down from the J-League's easy life?"

"You guys chickened out when your foreign players were injured?"

"What do you mean 'you'? We're all the same!"

"They have Keisuke Honda and Shinji Kagawa on the other side, but we have Li Luo."

Hao Junmin was overwhelmed with emotion: "Just now, Li Luo made me feel like I was back at Schalke 04, watching Raul and his team conquering cities and capturing strongholds from afar."

"Cheer up, we can't afford to concede another goal!"

The Japanese team's morale was not affected; on the contrary, it soared even higher.

Shinji Kagawa raised his hand to apologize to his teammates.

However, they found that Keisuke Honda and a group of J-League elites were full of fighting spirit.

'In Asia, having an opponent like Lee Sang is something to be thankful for.'

'The best whetstone in Asia.'

Cherish the opportunity to compete against him.

The game restarted in the middle circle.

After kicking off, the Japanese team continued their fierce attack.

Perrin waved his hand vigorously in the command area, signaling the Chinese team to prepare for low-post defense.

We must resolutely implement Mr. Black Gold's football philosophy: solidify the defense, seize opportunities for transition, and then pass the ball to Li Luo, allowing Li Luo to build the counter-attacking chain.

"Correct."

"Do not worry."

"There's still time left in the game, so keep a solid defense and don't let Japan score another one."

"Li Luo is very active in his running and keeps directing his teammate Coach Zhang. Can you understand his hand gestures?"

"Hehehe, I don't understand."

The commentator was a little disappointed, as he thought he could have given the audience some educational information.

Coach Zhang kept chuckling.

The gestures were so fast, just like a young Cruyff. Not only could you not understand them, but the Chinese players on the field might not even be able to react in time.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The Tianhe Stadium is becoming increasingly imposing.

"Li Luo!!!"

"Li Luo!!!"

"Li Luo!!!"

Boom boom boom! Accompanied by the deafening sound of drums!

It's faintly discernible, as if there really is a powerful home-field advantage!

Li Luo kept running, providing defensive support and covering for his teammates.

The geometric model in spatial perception operates at its maximum speed.

His feelings tonight are different from those in the Bundesliga.

Very contradictory.

It was both relaxing and tiring.

The tactics at the national team level are much simpler than those at the top five European leagues.

It's not a matter of the national team coaches' level, but rather that the objective conditions are different, and there isn't as much time for joint training.

Of course, there are also cases where club systems are brought to the national team, such as Spain, which won three consecutive major tournaments.

Time passes minute by minute.

Faraway Europe, Lower Saxony.

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, gently illuminating the gray carpet.

Hans, a senior executive at Volkswagen, looked displeased and said anxiously, "How could Perrin use Lee like this? From a commercial perspective, I'm very worried that Lee will get hurt."

Black Gold shook his head: "No, Li's physical condition and all indicators are excellent."

"The intensity of the competition is different."

"He chose a different style of play."

They're mowing the lawn and slaughtering the vegetables.

In the Japanese midfield, no one has the physical attributes or spatial awareness to match up against Li Luo.

Hans nodded: "So, can Li win this match?"

Black Gold leaned closer to the TV: "Wait a minute, wait for the close-up shot, hmm? Li's expression means he's already broken through the impasse."

Does this work?
The Volkswagen executive turned around, his eyes widening: "You really are a handsome guy!"

"Ok?"

"What are they kicking?"

"That damned Perrin, making the elegant Lee shoulder such a heavy defensive burden?"

Tianhe Sports Center.

The night was enchanting, and the singing was melodious.

"what happened?"

"Is the Japanese team's positional attack becoming increasingly chaotic?"

"Sweep."

"Li Luo, with his superb vision and accurate positioning and prediction, relentlessly swept across the front lines of China's defense.

"The contributions of midfielders on the defensive end are not so obvious in live broadcasts; it is often only those discerning viewers who can appreciate them."

"As for why his positioning and prediction were so accurate, we need to analyze the game frame by frame afterward to find out the answer."

"Hehehe, China's Mateusz."

Japan's attacking group is having a tough time.

Shinji Kagawa and Keisuke Honda were interrupted several times.

Let alone orchestrating an offensive, he created the penultimate pass.

Even long passes that are part of the organization and coordination can sometimes get blocked.

If J-League elites were to face off against Li Luo head-on, they would be completely outmatched.

Unable to increase speed.

No variations are possible.

Li Luo significantly reduced the pressure on China's defense lines.

Shinji Kagawa was knocked down time and time again, and each time he got up in a disheveled state.

Mixed feelings.

'Li Sang, his whole body is covered in eyes.'

'Fast speed, wide coverage.'

'Our offensive chain is always broken.' 'Everything is under his control.'

The geometric model in the spatial perception module is transformed into an overhead plan view.

Li Luo was covered in grass clippings.

He seemed to see an enormous Japanese samurai, wielding a katana and clad in blue-black armor.

The clumsy blue warrior.

On a macro tactical level, they appear incredibly clumsy compared to Bayer Leverkusen, Everton, and Inter Milan.

The two dispatch points are Shinji Kagawa and Keisuke Honda.

The latter remains unchanged.

The timing of the former's rotation to Shadow Blade form is too obvious.

As for the other J-League elites? Their ball handling speed is rather sluggish.

A top-tier Bundesliga player, unleashing a devastating attack on J-League minions!
The 72th minute of the game.

"Li Luo definitely received the highest score of the game. Apart from that goal, his sweeping and interception statistics were outstanding."

How did the elite of the J-League become a stat-farming monster for Li Luo?

The commentator added reflexively, "Time is running out for the Chinese team."

Studio.
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I didn't even notice the time until you pointed it out.
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Why have Real Madrid and Chelsea used the bus to create so many counter-attacks in recent years? Their counter-attacks are also of high quality. Why is it that even when weaker teams successfully clear the bus, they still get caught by the opponent's second-chance opportunities?
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[Player quality; a group of star players parking the bus will definitely have a different effect; there's also the issue of unified defensive strategy, which is difficult to explain in a short time.]
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Li Luo played a very important role; he really gave it his all.
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[Why do I feel like this Japanese team has turned Li Luo into a peak Lothar Matthäus?]
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[Wow, that's awesome! He single-handedly took on Shinji Kagawa and Keisuke Honda.]
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[During the dead ball phase, the director focused the camera on the Japanese wives and girlfriends. What did I see? Ami Seto.]
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[Wow, you're amazing! You can still recognize Amari even with her clothes on.]

The football slowly rolled out of bounds.

Li Luo climbed off Shinji Kagawa.

He raised his hand and brushed the grass clippings from his eyebrows.

He gestured to his Chinese national team teammates and shouted, "Keep focusing on those two players, Shinji Kagawa and Keisuke Honda. Defend against the other Japanese players from the J-League just the same way you defended them in the AFC Champions League."

"Don't rush, wait patiently for the opportunity to counterattack!"

Very colloquial language.

Even elementary school students can understand it.

Of course, these Japanese players didn't understand much; only in the table tennis sport in Japan are there people who are familiar with Chinese.

"Little devil?"

Shinji Kagawa understood the word.

He suddenly looked up and said, "This is Li Sang's praise for me, his recognition of my strength. Having such an opponent is truly exhilarating."

There's an old Chinese saying that goes something like this.

"We appreciate each other!"

He then got up and looked at Li Luo with a solemn and respectful expression.

If it weren't for a game, this guy would be prostrating himself on the ground in worship.

"A corner kick for the Japanese team."

"pretty."

"Gao Lin, who had tracked back deep to defend, used his height advantage to head the ball away."

"The Japanese team really wants to have a tall center forward like Gao Lin, because their best forwards are all short. A tall center forward like Gao Lin can enrich their tactical system and make their offense more three-dimensional."

"This statement isn't made up; it's something that was actually said in Japan."

"China has a chance to counter-attack!"

"Don't go high, go for the ground, cherish the opportunity."

"Tonight, Zhang Linpeng, who was playing the role of center-back, finally returned to his old profession, dribbling down the wing!"

"Don't panic. The national team players who have won the AFC Champions League know how to support star players."

"Look, he didn't just throw the ball up high."

"The passing strategy is clear, find Li Luo!"

The Japanese team did not attempt to counter-attack this time.

The whole team ran back frantically.

Actively move into position and defend.

They were afraid that Li Luo would once again stage a terrifying solo charge.

Tens of thousands of Chinese fans at the scene, who had been waiting anxiously for the opportunity to counterattack, couldn't help but shout excitedly.

The atmosphere at Tianhe Stadium was electric once again.

Perrin and his assistants couldn't help but pump their fists and run excitedly along the sideline.

Aguirre yelled and signaled to the Japanese team not to drop too deep and to quickly build a dense central defensive line.

Near the center circle.

Li Luo met the rolling football.

Shinji Kagawa and Keisuke Honda fought from both sides.

Japanese fans are full of confidence: If they can't beat him in a one-on-one fight, they should be able to beat him in a two-on-one fight!

Followed by.

They saw an incredible scene.

Li Luo shrugged and strode forward.

He stopped the ball with his right foot in the wrong direction.

Snapped.

Start with a left-foot step.

He stopped and passed by in the most concise and composed way, getting rid of Shinji Kagawa.

next moment.

The Chinese teenagers took steps that looked like a dream.

Slow down.

Speed ​​up.

The left foot touches the ground.

The left foot touches the ground.

The right foot touches the ground.

It's like dancing.

Cut the ball and change direction!

Keisuke Honda, who was trying to intercept, gradually felt despair: What kind of footwork frequency is this? What kind of touch frequency is this?
In despair.

AC Milan's number 10 lost his balance and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

"what?"

"Lingbo Weibu" (a martial arts technique).

"Wow!"

How many touches of the ball within two seconds?

"Incredible."

"Like a dream, like an illusion."

At this moment, Coach Zhang couldn't think of any template to describe it.

Top-level step frequency is equivalent to a high-level internal skill.

Each star player who possesses this skill will exhibit a different breakthrough style on the court, depending on their individual characteristics.

All the audience members were stunned.

I originally thought Li Luo would engage in close combat with Xiao Rizi, the two core members.

Unexpectedly, they unleashed a powerful combination of attacks.

space.

time.

Get rid of it.

Dreamlike cadence.

too handsome!
Nani?

Japanese fans, Japan Football Association officials, and Japanese assistant coaches all shared the same sentiment.

Terrified.

Aguirre trembled all over.

"Kill him!"

"Destroy the dream of Chinese football!"

"Japan absolutely cannot concede another goal!"

The Chinese coaching team, who had been running all the way, slowly came to a stop.

Perrin's face was flushed.

Teaching assistant Li excitedly crushed the mineral water bottle.

An indescribable surprise.

It's like seeing an oasis in the desert.

The humble Mr. Black Gold never mentioned that he had unleashed Li Luo's potential.

"It's not over yet!"

"This time, the Japanese team will not cut off the passing and receiving points."

"They're fighting tooth and nail to wipe out Li Luo!"

"Taguchi Yasushi came up from the diagonal rear!"

"This J-League steals king is known as the Okinawa Deer."

The commentator hadn't finished speaking.

Then we saw Li Luo suddenly stop, pull the ball back, and turn around.

Unable to stop the momentum, Taguchi Yasushi stumbled and missed.

"Li Luo touches the ball again, adjusts his body posture, and continues to advance."

"That's too revealing, dangerous! Gaku Shibasaki is charging in from behind, he's the best midfielder in the J-League!"

"wrong."

"Li Luo did it on purpose!"

"A back-to-the-basket feint! A pull-back and a spinning motion! Shibasaki Gaku missed and fell flat on his face!"

"Next comes the real push!"

"A series of graceful escapes."

"The Japanese players couldn't even touch him."

"With ease and composure, strolling leisurely."

the whole process.

Li Luo completely disrupted the Japanese team's midfield defense.

No pass was made.

Keep going.

With 60 points in ball control attribute, combined with spatial awareness, the Kroos and Zidane modules undergo a qualitative change.

Studio.
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【Awesome! 】
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Why didn't you use physical contact this time? Why not dribble past them again?
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[The central defensive line is densely packed with players, and their defensive positioning is normal. Even the strongest body cannot continuously dribble and charge without enough space to move.]
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You bunch of idiots type really fast.

The Chinese team quickly moved forward in the midfield and attacking third.

Wu Lei, Gao Lin, Hao Junmin.

The three players spread out their attack width.

They know how to "wash the feet" of big-name athletes.

Japan's defensive line quickly contracted.

That's too late.

Li Luo dribbled the ball into the Japanese team's half of the field.

A golden phantom quickly materialized in my field of vision.

Germany, number 10.

Mateusz.

The steps and movements of the two figures gradually synchronized.

The body is tilted.

Raise your arm.

Take a step.

With immense strength.

At that moment, the Japanese team felt utterly hopeless.

Bah!
The terrifying sound of the ball being struck echoed through the night sky like thunder.

The football shot out.

Unstoppable.

Fierce and domineering.

Destroy and destroy.

The blue warrior was pierced through the chest and collapsed with a thud.

The white flags in the away stands trembled with fear and were accompanied by cries, as if they were being broken and slowly falling.

The white net was twisted and severely deformed.

2:2! ! !

One kick shattered the Yamato spirit.

　This chapter has 5400 words. There will be more later. I'll try my best to update 10,000 words a day. Let's see how many days I can keep it up. Thank you everyone, I will definitely work hard!

　　
　
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