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Chapter 96 De Rossi, why aren't you leaving yet?

Chapter 96 De Rossi, why aren't you leaving yet? (Chinese National Football Team Plot)
"Another South Korean player has been stretchered off the field."

"Han Guorong comes on as a substitute, replacing Zhang Xianxiu."

"Based on Stielike's past game plans, Han Guorong, the defensive midfielder, will be positioned relatively high up the pitch, mainly to free up Son Heung-min."

"Similar to Maranda and Li Luo from Wolfsburg."

"Hehehe, that's very different. Although Maranda may not seem very bright, she has strong overall abilities, executes tactics very well, and has a very high level of chemistry with Li Luo!"

22-year-old Son Heung-min seemed a little dazed.

He still seemed to be reeling from being dragged through the air.

He received a yellow card.

It wasn't until the seniors yelled at me that I came to my senses.

Han Guorong gestured to his teammates, conveying the coaching staff's tactical adjustments.

Everyone understood.

The game restarted in the middle circle.

The South Korean team seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, regaining their fighting spirit.

They believed their overall strength was superior to that of the Chinese team and that they were very close to scoring.

The Chinese team has long forgotten about their fear of South Korea. If they can be tied after leading by two goals, they might as well replace Li Luo with ten pigs.

"Very intense!"

"Ouch, this physical confrontation!"

"Positioning changed hands repeatedly!"

"Han Guorong's interception."

"Pass the ball to Son Heung-min on the wing! Perrin's adjustment is excellent, directly assigning Wu Lei and Wu Xi to defend against Leverkusen's wingers!"

"oops!"

"Son Heung-min dodges and weaves! He breaks through the encirclement!"

"Great! Ren Hang's timely defensive positioning allowed Zhang Chengdong to kick the ball out of bounds, finally successfully limiting Son Heung-min."

The South Korean boy rolled on the ground to reduce the impact of inertia and avoid injury.

I just got up.

Anxious Cha Du-ri had already thrown the ball out of bounds.

The South Korean team is coming on strong.

After receiving the ball, Ki Sung-yueng decisively delivered a long diagonal pass.

Park Joo-ho, who was rushing in from the other side, looked up to observe the ball's trajectory while slowing down and adjusting his body's orientation.

Snapped!
Mei Fang forcefully pushed the stick away.

Li Luo took a running start and jumped, heading the ball to Gao Lin who was making a run-through.

"Looking back at the moon!"

"Well done!"

"The national team players have also gelled well with Li Luo!"

Gao Lin saw Perrin and the coaching staff pressing their hands down on the sidelines.

I understand.

Should we steady things up?
He decisively passed the ball back to Li Luo.

Li Luo makes almost no adjustments.

They did not actively meet the ball.

Standing still, he carried Park Joo-ho, who was trying to snatch the item back, on his back.

Raise your arms and swing your legs.

Snapped!
The rolling ball bypassed the South Korean team's high defense and flew to the other side.

"Wu Lei".

"Don't let Li Luo's brilliant pass go to waste."

"Pretty!"

"Keep pushing forward with the ball, Wu Lei! Even if you don't score, you can use your stamina to wear down the entire South Korean team! That's how you snowball your advantage!"

Coach Zhang couldn't help but laugh as he spoke.

However, the South Korean team was indeed somewhat helpless.

The formation had just tilted towards Li Luo's side.

Unexpectedly, the ball was then cleverly passed to the other side.

While positioning themselves to retreat and defend, they also need to adjust their defensive focus.

It's so frustrating to play against a midfielder who's good at passing; the whole defensive focus gets scurried around like a puppy.

Studio.
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[Not bad, not bad. Let Li Luo handle it.]
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If the Chinese national football team wants to control the game and maintain a stable tempo, even with the key player Li Luo, the other players cannot maintain consistent passing and receiving, and can only defend in a low-block, passively taking hits. This kind of distribution is indeed not a problem.
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[These national team players need to step up their game! If Li Luo wins countless trophies and becomes a football legend, you guys can make money writing your autobiographies like "My Daily Life as Li Luo's Teammate on the National Team!" or "How Li Luo Single-handedly Led Us to the Top of Asia!"]
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The coaching staff should also step up their game and avoid coming up with any bad ideas.
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[Keep going! We're so close to the championship!]
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[Li Luo is just two goals away from matching Ali Daei's goal-scoring efficiency in the Asian Cup, with a total of 14 goals and 8 goals in 4 games.]
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Didn't Li Luo equal the number of goals scored for the Golden Boot in a single Asian Cup tournament?
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[I'm worried that Li Luo's teammates in the next tournament won't qualify for the Asian Cup finals, so of course we have to consider that together.]

Time passed by minute by minute.

The competition is getting more and more intense.

The Chinese national football team gradually switched to a low-block defense.

In the 30-meter zone of the Chinese team's half, a series of physical battles unfolded.

The commentator once again praised Perrin's player selection, using a group of physically strong players to diligently do the dirty work!
With Li Luo on the team, the Chinese national football team doesn't have a problem with being unable to beat the center circle.

gradually.

On the contrary, the veterans of the South Korean team seemed to be running out of energy: when Lee Nak-ho was on fire, he put a lot of pressure on them defensively, and it was also high-intensity back-and-forth movement and lateral movement to cover, so their energy was not being depleted at a steady pace.

Australian stadium.

Red flags fluttered in the wind, and songs rang out.

VIP private room.

Pele is thinking of changing his position.

He didn't want to sit with the South Korean village officials anymore; there were still empty seats in the FIFA section.

"Don't go!"

"We scored!"

"Respected King of Football, please do not leave."

The South Korean stands erupted in cheers.

On the LED screen in mid-air, the score became 2-1. The screen then cut to a replay of the goal: Han Guorong passed the ball to the wing, Son Heung-min, Cha Du-ri, and Cho Young-chul executed a very smooth combination, and finally Ki Sung-yueng unleashed a powerful shot! Wang Dalei made a diving save, and Son Heung-min followed up to score!
Pele's face immediately lit up with joy. He sat back down and said with a smile, "My prediction of the match's outcome was correct. The South Korean team has a very good chance of winning the championship!"

The village officials in Bangzi Village stopped worrying about it.

He thought to himself: The first-generation football king might not be accurate in predicting matches in other continents, but his predictions might come true in the Asian Cup.

"54th minute of the match."

"South Korea has pulled one back."

"The entire offensive process was well-organized, combining play on the flanks and in the middle, and the operation was very smooth."

"It's ok."

"We're still in the lead!"

The commentator's tone was slightly sad.

Coach Zhang fell silent.

The South Korean team did not celebrate. Ki Sung-yueng immediately rushed to the net, picked up the ball, and ran towards the center circle.

Li Luo did not blame his teammates.

He believes that South Korea's attack is top-notch in Asia, and even the defenses of Japan and Australia would concede goals under such an offensive pressure.

To play well in the upcoming matches, there's no time to analyze our weaknesses now. "Don't have negative emotions, cheer up!"

"We're in the lead, but the Korean team is under even more mental pressure than we are!"

"Persist, fight to the very last moment!"

Li Luo clapped his hands vigorously, loudly encouraging his teammates.

The teammates quickly regained their fighting spirit. There was no complicated reason for this: the reason was simple, Li Luo was able to score goals and single-handedly carried the Chinese team to this point.

Courtside.

Perrin scratched his head.

After some discussion, the Chinese national team coaching staff suggested, "Boss, we don't need to make any adjustments. That last goal we conceded..."

"Forget about that goal we just conceded! We'll analyze it after the game! Now we need to focus on the next match and see what adjustments the South Korean team will make!"

Everyone nodded.

The other side.

The South Korean assistant coaches didn't continue their arrogance; instead, they seriously continued their analysis. They weren't idiots; if they were going to be arrogant, they should wait until they tied the score!
The competition has entered a heated phase.

In the last forty minutes or so, if you're unlucky and kick the goalpost or post, you'll be going home crying.

Stielike breathed a sigh of relief.

No adjustments are needed!

"The fact that we were able to score proves that our strategy was correct."

"We can't maintain our rhythm anymore. We have to fight to the very last minute. We only have one substitution left."

Next game.

It became even more intense.

Physical confrontation is everywhere.

The close-up sound recording equipment frequently emitted intense sounds of hand-to-hand combat.

Possession of the ball changed hands repeatedly.

"Prioritize disrupting the ball's trajectory!"

"If we can't compete on skill, we'll compete on physique! Charge!"

Li Luo looked up at the Italian phantom that was always hanging overhead.
De Rossi.

Why won't you leave?

It didn't provide any defensive advantage either.

suddenly.

He noticed that the face of the Roma vice-captain, as well as his jersey number and color, were subtly changing.

The phantom figure emitted billowing black smoke and looked toward the South Korean team's half.

An overwhelming surge of anger erupted from him.

what's the situation?
Are you about to change your tune?

Limited edition?
VIP private room.

Pele spoke again: "South Korea's defensive adjustments off the ball were very good. Ki Sung-yueng was assigned to mark Li Luo closely, with Nam Tae-hee covering nearby! As the Chinese team's stamina declined, they were unable to provide Li Luo with even the most basic support."

"The Chinese team will not score any more goals."

"South Korea has a very good chance of equalizing the score!"

clap clap clap!
The words of the first-generation football king resonated deeply with the village officials in South Korea.

No one thinks being a jinx is a curse anymore.

Earlier, as soon as Pelé spoke, the South Korean team scored a goal back.

Let me say a few more words.

"You need to have faith in the South Korean team."

The voice just fell.

On the green field, a sudden change occurred!
Lee Nak shook off Ki Sung-yueng, dribbled the ball at high speed, and stormed into the 30-meter zone of the Korean half.

Slight leg swings.

Divide the sides.

"Mei Fang!"

"Pass it to Hao Junmin, who's on the wing!"

"Your thinking is very clear!"

"Oops."

"Hao Junmin is being clung to by Han Guorong very closely!"

"Can you pass the ball out?"

Snapped!
Hao Junmin was slightly distracted by Han Guorong's subtle actions.

It affected the ability to exert force.

The football floated towards the top of the South Korean team's penalty area.

A terrible trajectory.

A weak and feeble downward speed.

The South Korean defense breathed a sigh of relief.

That's it?

The Chinese team's attack was completely ineffective and posed no threat whatsoever.

Kim Young-gwon looked up, anticipated the ball's trajectory, adjusted his position, and prepared to head it back to his goalkeeper.
suddenly.

He noticed a red figure approaching.

How can it be?

Li Luo rushed over to try and head the ball? Would it even work?

Another South Korean center-back, Kwak Tae-hwi, hesitated for a moment, worried that moving laterally to cover would widen the defensive gap on the flanks.

Everyone thinks faster than a football falling in a high parabola.

The distance is getting closer.

Kim Young-kwon calculated Li Luo's sprint speed and distance.

I have a very bad feeling about this.

He immediately jumped up and tried to head the ball away.

pity!

Li Luo accelerates for the second time!
Leap high.

At the Australian stadium, gasps of amazement rose and fell as everyone watched in horror.
The soccer ball is falling.

Snapped!
Kim Young-kwon was knocked over in mid-air!

Li Luo's forehead gently touched the football!

"coming!"

The football gently landed in the penalty area!