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

Chapter 85 Little Blue Warrior, Dare to Fight Back?

Chapter 85 Little Blue Warrior, Dare to Fight Back? (National Football Team Plot)

The game restarted in the middle circle.

The Japanese team adjusted their mindset, and their eyes regained their fighting spirit.

Everyone gradually regained their confidence: We are stronger than the Chinese team and we will crush them!
Yuya Osako kicked off and passed the ball back to the backfield.

To everyone's surprise.

The Chinese team still did not retreat and park the bus; the midfielders and forwards quickly rushed across the center circle and continued to press.

"The momentum is overwhelming!"

"Forcing and seizing requires everyone to concentrate and maintain a high degree of coordination."

"As long as we can maintain a high degree of coordination during this period, the profits will be much higher than setting up a bus!"

"Yes, I don't expect you to win the ball or touch it, just don't let the Japanese team easily build an attack from their own half."

Courtside.

Pei Lan and the translator Zhao looked excited and kept chattering away.

A representative from the Chinese national football team's Asian Games organizing committee looked worried: "Will Li Luo's stamina be able to hold up if we play like this?"

Can't keep up physically?
Teaching Assistant Li blew on his bangs: "Stop joking."

The football was passed twice between the blue jerseys and slowly rolled towards the goal.

Snapped!
Goalkeeper Eiji Kawashima made no adjustments and passed the ball with one touch.

Makoto Hasebe, Japan's defensive midfielder, spotted Li Luo approaching and hurriedly passed the ball to the wing.

I've been driven to the point of developing a phobia.

"Was there something wrong with the quality of that pass from the Japanese team?"

"Nagatomo Yuto".

"Wu Lei, quickly disrupt him!"

"Pretty!"

What kind of pass was that?
Yuto Nagatomo couldn't help but want to curse, and had no time to calm down.

Wu Lei rushed forward and bumped into the little guy twice, deflecting the ball out of bounds.

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted from the nearby stands.

Studio.
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[Li Luo disrupted Hasebe Makoto's pass, throwing Xiao Rizi's rhythm off again.]
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[The others should continue their aggressive physical confrontation and give the Japanese a taste of their own medicine!]
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[Trust Li Luo's positioning, anticipation, and vision!]
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Once the enemy is nearly exhausted, retreat and finish them off!

Perrin looked up at the time displayed on the LED screen in mid-air.

It is difficult for Chinese football players to maintain high-level teamwork.

The pressing system in the Chinese national team can be likened to "girls in swimsuits going through obstacles at a water park." Li Luo can reach the finish line in one go, but others might not be able to keep up after two or three obstacles and fall into the water.

Okay, everyone is stuck at the second or third level.

Next.

Change strategy and make phased adjustments.

"Japan throws the ball out of bounds."

"The Chinese national football team's formation has moved back a bit."

Keisuke Honda quickly retreated, received the ball, and turned.

Makoto Hasebe has been targeted, and the Japanese team must shift the core role to someone else.

at the same time.

Hiroshi Kiyotake and Shinji Kagawa also started quickly.

Takashi Inui, who was at the far end, moved to the very front of the forward line.

The Chinese national football team is not simply parking the bus in the traditional sense.

Perrin's strategy at this stage combined strangulation!

"Wu Xi's positioning was very timely."

"Keisuke Honda's dribbling skills are not very threatening; he doesn't have extreme speed or fancy techniques."

"oops!"

Keisuke Honda advances the ball at a steady pace.

He maintains stable ball control with small, quick steps, and his eyes and body posture are deceptive.

Looking up at Takashi Inui in the distance, he pretended to send a long diagonal pass.

Wu Xi decisively rushed to grab the ball.

Because if we don't seize it, the Japanese's feigned inclination will become their true inclination.

Time difference!
Keisuke Honda suddenly increased the frequency of his footwork, quickly cutting the ball with the inside of his right foot, but the change of direction seemed to fail, causing another Chinese player who was trying to help defend to pause for a moment!
He leaned to the side, using his shoulder width to block Wu Xi, took a step forward to cut in, and then passed the ball!
The purpose of a midfielder breaking free is not to dribble past opponents, but to gain space to handle the ball.

Snapped!
"The other Japanese players made quick runs and rotations, which opened up our defense."

"Shinji Kagawa!"

Keisuke Honda's passing strategy is very simple.

It was given to Yuya Osako, who had retreated.

The Japanese center forward turned his back to Zheng Zhi, who was following closely behind.

A powerful, horizontal kick.

It was given to Shinji Kagawa.

This Dortmund number 7 doesn't demand possession of the ball and possesses excellent passing ability.

It's the same as a one-touch pass.

It was given to Kiyotake Hiroshi, who was diagonally in front of him.

When Hiroshi Kiyotake played in the J-League, he was marketed in a very juvenile manner, and the club combined local Osaka culture to name his dribbling style "Gilded Breakthrough".

"Danger!"

"Japan's continuous one-touch passing, penetrating the ground."

"Our ribs are about to be pierced!"

"Oops!"

The commentator rattled off a string of witty remarks.

The Chinese fans in the stands were filled with worry.

The Japanese are still quite strong overall.

Before receiving the ball, Kiyotake Hiroshi had already made a slight adjustment to his position by using a side slide.

With knees slightly bent and center of gravity centered, be ready to take a step at any time.

Looking towards the outside, Takashi Inui feigned a pass.
The football is about to roll in front of him.

He pretended to dribble the ball to the outside with his right foot, but actually prepared to cut the ball with the inside of his left foot, so that he could easily create space to break free on his first attempt.

This is the foundation upon which Kiyotake Hiroshi has built his reputation in the top five European leagues.

next moment.

He stared blankly at the Chinese national team defenders charging recklessly towards him: How come they didn't fall for it? Are they brainless?
"Pretty!"

"Brilliant defense!"

"The referee did not blow the whistle during the reasonable physical contact!"

Qingwu Hongsi and Ren Hang fell to the ground together.

The football went out of control and bounced twice.

Shinji Kagawa is like an eel.

It nimbly squeezed through.

Before Zhang Linpeng could come to his rescue, he quickly stepped forward and pushed him away.

This Dortmund number 7 has a top-notch spatial awareness.

unconsciously.

The Japanese team has pressed up to the top of the Chinese penalty area.

Courtside.

Perrin's pupils contracted slightly.

The Chinese team's meticulously planned series of grappling attacks failed to stop the Japanese team.
Teaching Assistant Li trembled all over, wishing he could go back to his youth and participate in the execution.

The other side.

Aguirre and the Japanese teaching assistants looked fervent.

We'll tie it out in no time!

That will immediately alleviate my fear of Li Luo!

The Chinese team's penalty area was filled with tension and fear.

Shinji Kagawa pulled the ball to the left with his right foot while leaning his body to the left, trying to trick Zhang Linpeng into making a move.

Nani?

You weren't fooled?

I don't understand what I'm trying to do?
Or did you understand what I wanted to do?
Xiao Zi decisively gave up and passed the ball to Honda Keisuke, who was making a run down the left flank, and flicked it with the outside of his right foot.

The football flew towards the right side of the penalty area.

"Takashi Inui!"

Chinese goalkeeper Wang Dalei suddenly adjusted his position and adopted a blocking posture.

Block the near angle!
wrong!

The little things still need to be shared!

Takashi Inui charged into the Chinese national team's penalty area.

Lift your foot to receive the ball.

Adjustment.

Snapped!
The football was swept into the front of the goal!
"Keisuke Honda."

"It's going to be an open goal!"

Several Chinese players followed behind Keisuke Honda.

Japanese media, upon seeing this scene, went wild with speculation: Honda-kun broke free of the flames!
Next.

No one touched the ball.

Keisuke Honda feigned receiving the ball, then gently lifted his foot and let it slip past him.

The football swept through the dense crowd.

"Back position!"

"Nagatomo Yuto!"

The Japanese team's attack fully demonstrated solid footwork, basic passing skills, and team chemistry.

Facing the Chinese national team's defense.

They actually played a fluid and seamless combination!

The worried shouts from the stands were extremely brief.

Two balls of red flame shot towards Nagatomo Yuto with lightning speed!

One is Wu Lei.

One is Li Luo.

Attack from both front and back!

Wu Lei didn't think too much about it; he had just run back with Li Luo to help with the defense.

Snapped!
Yuto Nagatomo unleashed a powerful shot that struck Li Luo squarely in the buttocks and landed on Wu Lei's knee.

The football bounced high, like a kite with a broken string, and flew out of bounds.

The young border guard knelt on both knees, looking utterly frustrated!
A round of enthusiastic applause erupted at the Melbourne Rectangular Arena.

"It's so dangerous!"

"Li Luo has stopped the Japanese team's counterattack!"

"Hehehe, his vision and spatial anticipation are top-notch in the Asian Cup. He deep defensively tracked back and guessed the finishing point."

"Watch the replay, Li Luo is inside the penalty area. When Honda Keisuke let the ball slip through, he rushed desperately towards the far post. China's Matthäus!"

Studio.
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【handsome! 】
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[Wang Dalei was so moved he almost cried, and probably really wanted to give the Chinese superstar a good pat on the backside, right? He didn't even have time to block the far post.]
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[They definitely wouldn't dare to film it, would they?]
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[The mid-range strangulation isn't enough to stop the Japanese; we still need to park the bus at this stage.]
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Sometimes, even when you try to foul the player with the ball, you can't reach them.
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The strength of this Japanese team is undeniable, and it increasingly highlights Li Luo's brilliance.
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We're not afraid of corner kicks anymore; we're better at aerial duels, and Gao Lin has returned to provide deeper defensive support.

Li Luo raised his head.

He could vaguely make out the blue warrior whose body had been blasted open and whose armor was shattered. His face was contorted in a grotesque manner, and he stood with his katana raised high, as if about to strike.

The Japanese stands were already in an uproar.

The white flag that symbolized their ambition had been raised again at some point, fluttering in the strong wind.

On each of their fervent faces was an intense desire to turn the tide.

The LED screen in mid-air replayed the Japanese team's offensive process: smooth execution and excellent teamwork.

Da Renbangmi said with a serious expression, "Football is a team sport. Li Sang alone cannot decide the outcome! We will definitely be able to defeat the Chinese team!"

The game continues.

"Keisuke Honda stood in the corner flag area."

"It's very likely a tactical corner kick."

"really."

"Walk on the ground."

"Two passes."

"Nagatomo Yuto, send a direct pass!"

Snapped.

The Chinese team's penalty area is densely packed with players.

The rolling football hit someone's shin and immediately went out of control.

Hao Junmin took the lead.

Crash.

The Chinese fans in the stands immediately erupted in a deafening roar of cheers.

Fight back!

A chance to fight back!
My days are pretty empty halfway through!
Bah!
Without thinking, Hao Junmin launched a long pass.

It was both a relief and a counterattack.

"Wu Lei!"

"Wu Lei is on fire!"

"Japan only has one defender!"

The football flies towards the center circle.

Wu Lei exerted all his strength and ran with all his might.

He really wanted to study abroad.

During the process of fighting alongside Li Luo, I deeply felt the gap between the Chinese Super League and the outside world.

Who wants to be a burden?

Not only that.

The opposing team consists of several Japanese players who play in Europe. When they faced each other in the AFC Champions League while representing J-League clubs, their strength was not nearly as great.

The gap is widening.

If I could turn back time, I would never refuse the Norwegian powerhouse managed by Manchester United legend Ole Gunnar Solskjaer, Danish giants Copenhagen, or Bundesliga side Hannover 96.
"Wu Lei!"

"come on!"

"Only Yoshida Maya is left ahead!"

The Japanese team's half was completely empty.

Maya Yoshida looked at Wu Lei with a disdainful expression.

I've studied this guy's match videos myself.

Good positioning and awareness of seizing opportunities.

Do they really want to overpower a Premier League-level center-back head-on?
The two were close together.

with no doubt.

Wu Lei lost control of the ball.

As he fell to the ground, he saw a red figure rushing towards him.

Followed by.

He saw the fear and astonishment on Yoshida Maya's face.

Then a loud bang was heard!
The Chinese stands were filled with jubilation.

The Japanese stands seemed to have fallen into an abyss.

The young Chinese player on the green field completed his shot.

The giant phantom of the Blue Warrior retreated amidst the tremors, his armor, once a symbol of glory, now tattered and falling away piece by piece from his ethereal form.

Li Luo landed on his left foot, calm and composed, watching the trajectory in mid-air.

80 points in shooting, 86 points in footwork, and 82 points in curve!
The power of origin: spatial awareness, balance in both feet, Maradona's ball control.

combine.

Perfect unity.

The football soared into the air, tracing an exaggerated trajectory against the Melbourne night sky, like a streak of silver on a black sheet of paper.

The arc touched everyone's heartstrings.

Ascending, rotating, falling.

The empty half of the field was filled with the despair and sighs of the Japanese fans.

Perrin looked shocked.

Aguirre was so frightened that he trembled all over.

Japanese goalkeeper Eiji Kawashima, just seconds before, was about to make a move.

Looking up at what was passing overhead, his face turned ashen, and despair filled his heart.

They chased back in a disheveled state.

Too late.

There are too many things in life that we don't have time for.

He slipped and fell in the penalty area, watching the ball fall into the net with resentment.

2:0! ! !

The blue warrior knelt down, the last silver thread of his armor snapping completely, and the armor plates fell off, revealing his badly damaged body.

Li Luo didn't look at the goal. He stood still, turned around, and raised his arms, as if welcoming something.
Welcome with cheers!!!

The Melbourne Rectangular Arena was instantly ignited and completely erupted in cheers!
Golden ribbons cascaded down from the stands, fluttering and swirling around every cheering figure.

The hysterical cheers and frantic stomping created a deafening roar that nearly overturned the entire stadium, all in tribute to the super talent who shone in the Asian Cup.

"Pretty!"

"The ball is in!"

"The bow is drawn like the autumn moon traversing the sky, the arrow flies like a shooting star falling to the ground!"

"A stunningly skillful super lob shot!"

"Like a dazzling gem!"

"artwork!"

"What a beautiful arc!"

"Precise force!"

"A fatal blow!"

"Li Luo, a second goal!"

"Thanks to his outstanding performance, we have extended our lead!!!"

"Unbelievable! We..."

"Facing a strong Japanese starting lineup, we are leading by two goals!"

"Chinese prodigy Li Luo single-handedly brought the Japanese team to the brink of defeat!"

He Wei's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Coach Zhang felt a lump in his throat; he never dared to dream of such a moment.

Studio.

The slow-motion replay shows this breathtaking super lob shot from various angles!
Colorful bullet comments floated out densely!
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【Awesome! 】
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How could this not bring tears to one's eyes?
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[Celebrating before the goal? So cool!]
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【The Goddess of the Luo River!!!】
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[Li Qiuwang!]
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[Li Qiuwang completely crushed the Japanese! Absolutely amazing! Wow! So incredible!]
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[Waaaaah, my brother smashed my TV in his excitement! Watching Li Luo's matches wears out the TV so much!]
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[Just finished handing in my homework and turned on the TV? What? We're leading Japan by two goals? Really? Is the scoreboard upside down?]
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Emperor Li Luo grabbed the Blue Warrior by the neck and rubbed its face hard against the ground.
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Even against a weak opponent, where I, Li Luo, have to half-support the national team's defense, I am still invincible in Asia.
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"Brother Luo, take us to Russia!"
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Tell me loudly! China's national football team beats Japan 2-0! What are the odds?

Li Luo smiled.

I thought to myself: I must study the celebration moves more after the game.

The shock value is expected to be even greater.

The Chinese teammates rushed forward one after another.

Wang Dalei hesitated for a moment, then had Zhang Chengdong stand in his own half of the field. He then excitedly jogged over to join the celebration.

"I never dreamed that the Chinese national football team could take a two-goal lead!"

"Luo Ge."

"too strong"

"god!"

Li Luo put his hands on his hips, looking confident: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

[Shock level +1!]

【.】

His teammates were immediately visibly shaken, their eyes filled with utter admiration as they looked at the Chinese boy.

Gao Lin exclaimed excitedly, "Hold on tight to defense! Don't let the Japanese see any hope!"

Zheng Zhi nodded seriously: "Keep pushing the Japanese, keep an eye on their positions, and don't let us mess up!"

Keep fighting.

Don't hold others back.

The hope of victory was so great, so round, so bright! No one wanted to hold them back.

Courtside.

Perrin, along with translator Zhao, the coaching staff, team doctor, and all the other staff members, were absolutely thrilled.

"surprise."

"Our pre-match planning never anticipated such a surprise!"

"Li, a god-like existence!"

Teaching assistant Li knelt on the grass, shaking his hair and patting the grass.

The other side.

Aguirre's expression was bitter.

The fervor of the Japanese teaching assistants has long since vanished without a trace.

What happened to the promise of even the score?
What happened to the promised comeback?

Dragon God Li Sang scored another super lob shot?
We were clearly stronger overall, so how did he manage to crush us all by himself?
On the green football field.

The children gazed at the red figures celebrating.

Kawashima Eiji kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have attacked prematurely. I didn't expect Yoshida-kun to be able to solve the problem on his own. I also didn't expect Lee-san to be able to break free and lob the ball in that instant."

Yoshida Maya looked dejected and stammered, "It's my fault. I was fooled twice by Lee-san. His control of his center of gravity, his footwork, his touch accuracy, and his finishing are breathtaking."

As he spoke, he gestured and described in detail: after intercepting Wu Lei, he hadn't adjusted his posture in time before seeing Li Luo rushing towards him.
This time, Keisuke Honda remained silent, picked up the soccer ball quietly, and ran towards the center circle.

Shinji Kagawa shook his head, staring at the goal replay on the LED screen in mid-air, his thoughts in disarray: We were supposed to use Li Luo as a touchstone, but now we've become his touchstone.

After the match ended.

Countless people across Asia will fall in love with Lee Sang's playing style, right?

Next game.

Perrin still hasn't put the Chinese team into its "fully-formed bus mode".

He took the advice of "bus expert" Black Gold into consideration.

We cannot completely cede possession of the ball to give the Japanese team the space to dominate in their own half.

In that case, the Chinese national football team's stamina will be depleted even faster by the opponent's passing and control.

We must fully utilize the physical and running advantages of the Chinese players to establish a strangulation formation in front of the defense and disrupt Xiao Rizi's passing and control rhythm.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The Japanese team maintained firm control of the ball.

However, they played very uncomfortable. The Chinese national team's midfield and forward players engaged in fierce physical battles through reasonable physical contact.

I've received quite a few yellow cards.

It's not that it's "dirty," it's just that sometimes it's really hard to keep up with the pace of life, and defensive moves often go wrong.

"Japan's passing and control system, in terms of space and rhythm..."

"Hehehe, in terms of these two points, Li Luo is their ancestor. Looking back at the Wolfsburg game, Li Luo's control of the field and his net play, didn't that guy from Barcelona say last time that he hoped he could inherit Xavi and become the Li-Bai-Bu midfield combination?"

"Variations in spatial perception and control systems."

"Li Luo's understanding is better than that of everyone on the Japanese team."

"pretty."

"Accurate positioning prediction!"

"Li Luo has once again found the key to speeding up the Japanese team's passing and control!"

"I can't even imagine what it would be like if, in a few years, he developed a defense at the level of Matthäus."

Football is a team sport.

This group of national team players gradually regained their form representing their clubs in the AFC Champions League and focused wholeheartedly on the game.

Li Luo's fighting ability is stronger than that of foreign players in the Chinese Super League!
Furthermore, thanks to his superior strategic vision, he was able to accurately command the defense line!

The director's camera repeatedly captured the expressions and movements of both teams, amplifying the intense competition and tense atmosphere on the pitch.

On this fiercely contested battlefield, only the steps of the Chinese genius seemed to exude a relaxed ease.

The 68th minute of the game.

Dead ball phase.

Perrin made a substitution.

"The fourth official outside the center circle raised his LED number plate."

"Replace Zheng Zhi (number 10) with Cai Huikang."

"Many Chinese fans gave the 35-year-old captain a warm round of applause!"

"Hmm? Zheng Zhi handed the captain's armband to Li Luo."

"Time flies so fast."

"I remember when Zheng Zhi scored in the Premier League, he was just a young man."

"He debuted during the golden age of Chinese football, surrounded by veteran players who were good at fighting. As time went by, the figures who used to stand shoulder to shoulder with him gradually retired, and that era slowly came to an end, leaving him alone to walk into the long night with Chinese football."

"At this moment, Zheng Zhi patted Li Luo on the shoulder, just like the older brothers did to him back then, quietly passing on responsibility and hope to the next generation."

He Wei couldn't help but get emotional.

Li Luo was slightly surprised and accepted the armband.

His teammates had no objections, and Gao Lin even ran over to help him put on his armband.

Zheng Zhi clapped his hands, signaling the fans to give their applause to the young Chinese boy.

the other side.

The Japanese team also made substitutions.

Replace Yuya Osako, who has excellent organizational and coordination skills.

They replaced him with Shinji Okazaki, who has even stronger individual combat abilities.

Aguirre's eyes were bloodshot as he gestured to his disciples: "Next, we need to reduce the transitions and make the attack more direct!"

"The game continues."

"The match is approaching its 70th minute."

"China is currently leading by two goals."

"Time is running out for the Japanese team."

The commentator's voice seemed to reach the Japanese stands.

That area was filled with suppressed, rising and falling sighs and wails.

The blue figures in the stands were like stagnant water that had lost its vitality, devoid of the surging passion they once had.

Scattered cries, tinged with sobs, rose from the air.

Da Renbangmi's lips trembled slightly as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word.

Yuto Nagatomo throws the ball out of bounds.

The style of the Japanese team has subtly changed.

Li Luo quickly observed that when Yuya Osako was on the field, he would frequently and proactively drop back to the midfield to assist in organizing and linking the team, thereby dismantling the Chinese team's midfield barrier and defense through continuous passing.

After Shinji Okazaki came on.
The geometric model in spatial perception operates to its limit, frantically absorbing all dynamic information on the green field.

日本队阵型从4-5-1控场变1-1-5-3死斗。

The positioning has been completely overturned.

The full-backs completely abandoned their defensive duties and moved up to the wing-back position.

With no longer any concerns about linking the front and back lines, Keisuke Honda and Shinji Kagawa are now active in the 30-meter zone in front of the Chinese team's penalty area.

Premier League defender Maya Yoshida has pushed himself up to the very front of the Japanese formation, transforming into a dominant center forward!

Shinji Okazaki and Takashi Inui formed a false double shadow striker formation, both of them roaming in the gaps between the Chinese team's center-backs and full-backs, with the aim of completely disrupting the defensive line's positioning.

Sacrificing defense for offensive numbers.

Suicide attack.

Shinji Okazaki has entered his mad dog form!
He frequently cut across the left and right flanks, forcing the Chinese defenders to move laterally passively, making it difficult for the Chinese backline to coordinate their defensive strategies.

Pullback and auxiliary connection?

That's something only someone like Isamu Osako would do if he were present!
Up front, we already have a Premier League center-back, Maya Yoshida, who has become a pillar of strength!

The football was passed quickly between the blue jerseys.

Yuto Nagatomo and Hiroki Sakai pushed the ball to the baseline the entire time, and even if they failed to break through, neither of them would retreat to defend.

That was the task of the defensive midfielder, Makoto Hasebe.

Makoto Hasebe no longer uses short passes to connect the ball as before. Instead, he makes long passes to the wings as soon as he gets the ball, reducing the midfield transition!

Li Luo actively covered and positioned himself defensively.

Vaguely.

He saw the phantom of a blue samurai, bursting with a frenzied and resolute aura, constantly wielding a katana.

Courtside.

Perrin frowned.

Translator Zhao also felt that Xiao Zi had gone mad and was risking his life.

Assistant Coach Li shouted loudly from the sidelines, reminding the Chinese players of their positions.

The other side.

The Japanese teaching assistants' expressions returned to fervor.

Aguirre had his hands in his pockets, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and resolve.

They are already down by two goals.

Time is running out.

He and the Japanese team accepted the risk of being countered, betting that their attacking efficiency would be higher!

Bah!
Keisuke Honda unleashed a powerful long-range shot!
The football roared out!

It doesn't pursue angles, but rather pure force.

"Wang Dalei!"

"Sold!"

"be careful!"

"Shinji Okazaki wants to follow up with a shot!"

"That was close! Wang Dalei adjusted and caught the ball again."

He Wei was terrified.

Coach Zhang's expression was solemn: The long-range shot forced the goalkeeper to make a save, creating a second ball and giving Shinji Okazaki an opportunity. This is the most direct way to catch up when behind. Damn it, the Japanese team has no strategy anymore; they are simply maximizing their individual matchup advantages!

Studio.
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Holy crap, those Japanese have gone mad!
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A reckless attack!
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Their backcourt is empty again.
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[Holy crap, no way! With only ten minutes left, can they even score two goals?]

On the green football field.

Li Luo clapped his hands, loudly encouraging his teammates.

"do not be afraid."

"If they make a mistake, we'll crush them!"

"Their defense has become a pile of shit!"

bah bah bah.

Why did you say "also"?

The Chinese players, in this dead ball situation, couldn't help but feel a cold sweat breaking out on their backs as they reviewed the Japanese team's attack.

Wang Dalei was also getting anxious and loudly reminded the defense to concentrate.

"We're in the lead because of the two goals Li Luo scored with all his might, don't forget his contribution!"

Courtside.

Perrin no longer dared to adhere to the black money football philosophy.

Make the final adjustments!

The entire army must defend to the death!

Dense defense!

Set up a bus!
They survived Japan's frantic attack in the final moments.

The 81th minute of the game.

Yuto Nagatomo received a long pass from Makoto Hasebe near the baseline.

I didn't think too much about it.

They charged straight towards the baseline.

The penalty area was filled with red figures, even Wu Lei and Gao Lin have returned.

The young full-back, with his agile movements.

Snapped!
"Pass back in an inverted triangle shape!"

"Shinji Kagawa!"

"Through pass!"

"Shinji Okazaki!"

The hearts of countless viewers were captivated.

Bah!
Mainz's star striker used his sturdy body to hold off the Chinese national team defender and completed the shot in an extremely contorted posture!

The football soared high into the net!
2:1! ! !

Sighs echoed through the Melbourne Rectangular Arena.

The Japanese stands seemed to rise from the ashes, celebrating wildly and shouting like a chaotic dance of demons.

Okazaki Shinji roared loudly.

Keisuke Honda and Shinji Kagawa quickly rushed to the net, picked up the ball, and ran towards the center circle.

"The ball is in!"

"Japan's suicidal attack has been effective."

"Shinji Okazaki."

"This striker, who scored 15 goals in a single Bundesliga season, pulled one back for his team."

"In slow motion, Okazaki Shinji's shot was extremely unusual. Our Chinese team's defense has already tried very hard."

"Hold on!"

"The last few minutes!"

"The Chinese team must hold on!"

He Wei's voice started with disappointment, then became tense, and finally became firm.

Coach Zhang remained silent, refusing to discuss the Japanese team's offensive statistics or tactical adjustments, and refusing to utter a single discouraging word. The most important thing now was morale! Countless viewers were watching the game with bated breath on television!
Studio.
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[Holy crap, no way, the Japanese won't catch up, will they?]
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[Danger!]
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I can't bear to watch anymore.
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The Japanese team is much stronger than us overall. Their suicidal attack at the end of the match was indeed terrifying, but their defense was very open!
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That's right! They're gambling!
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[Just like me, the Japanese team went all in!]
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Next, it's a fight to the death!

Courtside.

Perrin shook his head blankly.

He wants to replace him.

But I hesitated.

Japan is very likely to get a set piece next, and the worst thing you can do when a set piece is for the defending team to make a substitution!
Who else could we replace?
Do the substitutes have the toughness of the starters? There's a lack of depth in the talent pool.

The former coach who achieved the "French Double" is now wavering.

Assistant Coach Li clenched his fists, once again feeling a strong urge to "return to his youth and participate in defense."

Translator Zhao remained calm, her eyes filled with anticipation as she looked at Li Luo.

He was a translator, not a professional player in his youth, and never obtained a coaching license. His understanding of football matches and tactical strategies wasn't as deep as others, but he believed in Li Luo.

The other side.

The Japanese team's assistant coach celebrated wildly.

Aguirre, his eyes bloodshot, gestured wildly in the command area, signaling his disciples not to stop their frenzied attack!

The game resumes.

The final moments.

Time ticked by, tormenting everyone.

The Japanese stands were in complete chaos, with red flags waving wildly.

They saw hope!
The giant phantom of the blue warrior seemed to be slowly reshaping his armor and brandishing his katana!

Bah!
"Kiyō Hiroshi's long-range shot!"

"They were blocked by our dense crowd!"

"Japan's second attack."

Coach Zhang was speechless: "With their formation and this reckless, positional attack, they have the advantage of a second attack!"

"Maya Yoshida!"

"Retreating back to the top of the arc, receiving a pass from Takashi Inui, a pivot point to orchestrate the attack."

"oops!"

"He was never a true center!"

"Li Luo!"

"Li Luo!!!"

Li Luo suddenly charged out.

He intercepted the ball from Maya Yoshida at the edge of the penalty area.

The giant phantom of the blue warrior seemed to freeze, and cracks appeared in the katana in his hand.

The sea of red in the stands churned violently in an instant.

The blue figures in the Japanese stands trembled like bushes in the strong wind.

Perrin grabbed his hair in agitation!

Aguirre was so frightened that he knelt down!
Lost.

The bet was lost.

There are no supporting players in the attacking third.

Li Luo gently dribbled the ball.

He kicked the grass hard.

It was the same familiar scene: the football rolled a perfect distance.

The Japanese players who tried to win the ball back were unable to find a way to do so.

in a blink.

Like another leaping flame, it was ignited in the Chinese team's backcourt and quickly spread towards the Japanese team's half.

"Japan's reckless style of play."

"The trial has begun."

"Their defense is weak."

"Can they withstand the Bundesliga's best MVP of the first half of the season, the Manchester United heir who broke the youth academy's goal-scoring record, the Wolfsburg midfield maestro, and the Republic's sharpest sword?"

Gao Lin really wanted to charge forward and create more space for Li Luo's attack.

Hao Junmin also wanted to protect the space behind Li Luo.

I'm a little too slow to push it forward.

The physical exertion was too great.

It was as if a bolt of lightning struck.

They breached the Japanese team's fragile midfield barrier.

Makoto Hasebe lost his balance.

The Japanese team's frenzied and resolute spirit had completely vanished.

They all turned their heads away.

Look at the last man in the back line.

Gotoku Sakai's back seemed to be bent under the weight of countless Japanese fans' expectations.

He forgot his fear.

They watched intently as the red figure approached.

'The arrogant Li Luo.'

'They'll definitely slow down and get past me.'

'he'

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted.

This Bundesliga defender noticed the change in Li Luo's foot shape.

There was no slowdown!

Everyone held their breath.

The camera also focused on the Chinese teenager.

The advertising boards on the sidelines became increasingly blurry.

Snapped!
The football was gently pushed.

Li Luo stomped on the grass again.

Speed of 89 points, balanced on both feet.

Second acceleration!
Push it to the limit!

"Player and ball pass each other!"

"Li Luosheng ate Sakai Gotoku!!!"

"Bundesliga defender gets outplayed by Li Luosheng!"

"A breathtaking scene!"

"Who can stop him?"

"Director, quickly bring the camera up."

"Li Luo received the ball he passed to himself!"

"The speed didn't slow down at all the moment of contact with the ball."

"Incredible ball control, an indescribable connection between player and ball!"

The commentator was speaking incoherently.

On the green field, speed, power, and precision are perfectly displayed, and at this moment, the most primal hunting instincts in the hearts of countless spectators are awakened, and their adrenaline surges.

Japanese goalkeeper - Eiji Kawashima.

I tried my best to calm my mind into a still pool of water.

His gaze measured the distance between them.

Twenty meters.

Fifteen meters.

ten meters.

Is even the air tense?

I could almost feel Li Sang's breathing.

The time has come to continue the hopes of Japanese football.

Attack!

The leaping flames stopped spreading.

The breeze along the Yarra River seemed to be a beat late, lifting the boy's clothes and black hair.

Li Luo suddenly slowed down his pace.

His left shoulder dipped slightly, and his right ankle appeared to be about to straighten as he aimed for the far corner.

Kawashima Eiji leaned to one side almost instinctively, his upper body tracing a stiff arc in the air.

Snapped!
In an instant, Li Luo shifted his center of gravity, and his stagnant figure suddenly burst forth.

The terrifying pace surged once again.

Unsheathed.

Put away the knife.

The blue warrior's body, along with the white flag stuck on his back, was cut in half at that moment.

"Pass the goalkeeper!"

"Li Luo dribbled past the Japanese goalkeeper."

He Wei's tone betrayed his excitement.

Hold your breath.

I was afraid of missing a single frame.

Time seemed to slow down again.

Li Luo gently pushed with his left foot.

The football rolled slowly into the net along the gentlest yet most deadly trajectory.

The Japanese players who tried to track back were ultimately unable to catch up with him; their knees buckled, and they all collapsed in despair in the penalty area.

3:1! ! !

All Chinese viewers breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

The long-standing tension transformed into cheers and gasps filling the air.

In the Japanese stands, the white flags fell once again. Perhaps tonight, this white flag can no longer gather the hopes of the Japanese team, and can only quietly curl up in the evening breeze, witnessing the final chapter of a predetermined defeat.

"Pretty!"

"The ball is in!"

"Li Luo dribbled past the Japanese goalkeeper and calmly slotted the ball into the net."

"hat trick!"

"The Republic's sharpest sword!"

"hero."

"A hero of Chinese football."

"He dashed Japan's hopes."

"He ended the opponent's struggle and brought us a resounding victory!"

"This is the charm of football, this is the power of heroes!"

Studio.

The barrage of comments flew by.
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[Waaaaah, he's so cool, I'm about to beat the Japanese team! Li Luo led us to victory against Japan's full-strength squad!]
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Tell me, after this match, what will Luo Shen's status be in Chinese football?
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[I knew it! I knew Li Luo would completely wipe out the Japanese devils at the last moment!]
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The best defense is a good offense!
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[Hero Li Luo, a great watch!]
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[I cried. The moment he dribbled past the goalkeeper, I felt like I was seeing the distant future. Li Luo is writing his own World Cup group stage story!]
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[Let's utterly crush those Japanese devils!]
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[Li Luo: I'm going to take on ten. I think I forgot to count the opposing goalkeeper, so it's eleven!]
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[What incredible physical attributes? Absolutely phenomenal! He's still so energetic even now? No wonder he's Manchester United's heir!]