Kimmich didn't have time to adjust his balance, and a trace of despair arose in his heart.

The gap.

A strong sense of frustration.

He couldn't even touch the hem of Spain's number 6's jersey.

What kind of breakthrough rhythm, speed change frequency, center of gravity control, and body coordination was this?

"Kimmich is lucky."

"In the next ten years, he will have many opportunities to compete with Li Kang."

"He's past him."

"Li Kang faces Kroos head-on!"

"Real Madrid's textbook-style positioning in midfield!"

"Wow! Nutmegged him!"

Kroos looks refined, but he actually inherited the strong physique of his German midfield predecessors.

At this moment, his defensive positioning is extremely reasonable.

He tried to intercept Spain's number 6 head-on.

Li Kang didn't slow down, and pushed the ball hard towards the outside line.

The shadow in his mind spread to the extreme.

Second acceleration!

Kroos only felt a gust of wind pass by his side!

He couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

This kid's strength and speed are too terrifying.

How come he feels more like Kaka than Bale?

"Wow!"

"He is a bolt of lightning!"

"Unstoppable!"

"A perfect combination of strength and speed!"

"Li Kang received the pass to himself!"

Low was dumbfounded.

Miniano raised his arms and cheered.

Bosque bent over, anxiously opening his hands, seemingly worried about Li Kang's injury.

In the live broadcast room,

the screen was filled with comments.

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[Is he cheating again?]

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[666! Li Mingdeng is awesome!]

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[The ultimate martial artist! The peak of body cultivation! Proving the Dao with strength!]

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[All the energy accumulated from lazy strolling as a substitute in this Confederations Cup is released at this moment!]

Thirty-meter zone.

Boateng wasn't flustered at all.

He wasn't alone in the fight, there was also the loyal and reliable Hummels!

Fighting side by side.

Pincer attack.

Intercept Li Kang.

He wouldn't become the backdrop again!

Tens of thousands of spectators at the scene couldn't help but hold their breath, anticipating the clash between the matador's sword and Bayern's central defender duo.

Li Kang suddenly stopped, unable to find any opportunity for a head-on breakthrough.

Boateng extended his big black leg from the front.

Hummels crashed in from the side.

Pa!

The football left Li Kang's left foot, hugging the grass, and passed through the gap between the two top German central defenders.

"A curved pass under high pressure!"

"Perfect timing of the lead!"

"Tore apart Bayern's high defensive line!"

Neuer never feared through balls when cleaning up for the defense.

But he hated this kind of ground curve pass.

The trajectory was like a sharp scimitar.

He was on the edge of the penalty area, in a dilemma.

"Morata's run is in perfect sync with Li Kang's passing route!"

"Arsenal's classic passing and running combination!"

"Here it comes!"

The football slowly decelerated on the right side of the penalty area.

Morata arrived on horseback.

A natural understanding.

His handsome face was filled with confidence.

A gentle flick of his right foot.

The football lifted off the ground, lightly passed over Neuer's head, and lobbed towards the goal!

All the members of the Spanish bench rushed to the sidelines.

Bosque subconsciously covered his chest.

Pa!

The football hit the crossbar... bounced down, and fell into the net!

2:0!!!

The whole place was boiling.

"Beautiful!"

"Goal!"

"Li Kang broke through the defense alone to create a killing opportunity, and Morata performed a master-class exquisite shot!"

"The two joined forces to help Spain extend their lead!"

"The balance of victory has already tilted!"

"St. Petersburg is filled with fireworks!"

Live broadcast room.

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[Too explosive, one person completed the central advance! In the end, he was still able to send a fatal pass in an extremely difficult and pressured environment!]

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[A shocking crushing advance!]

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[Midfield magician? Midfield grandmaster!]

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[Passing and control? Penetration? Isn't it enough to just crash through?]

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[Actually, it's very suspenseful, Morata's shooting skills... forget it, who doesn't eat dumplings during the New Year!]

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[The teammates also played a key role. Koke was always ready to support Li Kang, Isco contained Rudiger, and Diego Costa's run also affected Neuer's judgment.]

Morata wanted to put his arm around Li Kang's shoulder but was afraid of affecting his hand injury, so he could only excitedly and anxiously point to the corner flag area.

The fans were excited, cheering and jumping.

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

The Confederations Cup curse was thrown to the back of their minds.

The audience savored the thrilling offensive process and couldn't help but reveal satisfied smiles.

The shadow in Li Kang's mind contracted frantically.

Without the blessing of the legendary phantom, energy consumption was very fast.

Sideline.

After celebrating, Bosque and Miniano began to prepare for substitution adjustments in advance.

"Boss, the German team is very strong, but their positional attack is just a lot of noise and little rain, unless they produce a Lewandowski!"

"We're leading by two goals, let Li rest for a while later. Sprinting back and forth like this for a long time, I'm really afraid that his injury will worsen."

On the other side.

Low scratched his crotch, not because of perversion, but because of the physical language caused by emotional tension and anxiety.

In the end, he helplessly sat back on the coaching bench.

The game continued.

The German team's veterans had a tenacious fighting will and wouldn't give up even if they were two goals behind.

Neuer raised his hand to signal Boateng and Rudiger to move forward and participate in the attack.

Kroos remained calm, doing the "dealing" work in an orderly manner.

His passing stability had reached a historical level.

Dispatch and transfer.

Combing and connecting.

Organizing the attack.

Unfortunately, the German team's forward configuration was too alternative.

"Kroos has completed many transformations in recent years."

"He is now the top midfield metronome in Europe."

Duan Xuan poked He Wei's waist with his elbow.

He quickly handed over a piece of information.

He Wei looked down at it: *2011: The Year the Metronome Midfielder Died Out*.

70th minute of the match.

Dead ball stage.

Thiago stood in the center circle, and the fourth official raised the LED number plate.

"Spain has made its second substitution adjustment!"

"Thiago replaces Li Kang!"

Li Kang clapped his hands and ran off the green field.

St. Petersburg immediately resounded with thunderous applause.

The following game was particularly dull.

The double defensive midfielder combination of Thiago and Busquets made the rhythm of the game even slower.

At the club level, the "metronome midfielder" was completely riddled with holes by various tactical changes and was far away from the top stage.

But the national team level was different, the tactics tended to be pragmatic, and the on-the-spot adjustments tended to be simple.

The special tactical environment awakened Thiago, Busquets, Kroos and others' pursuit of controlling the game and possession.

There was no way.

The single-game touch data of the three people in the club was taken out and looked at, and they were all the best in Europe.

Now that they were all on the field at the same time, were three balls enough for the three metronomes to play?

In this kind of occasion, other people's strangulation and interception, offensive and defensive transitions... all became supporting roles.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The peak contest of the Confederations Cup returned to the essence of the final.

Finally.

Beep! Beep beep~

The referee blew the whistle to end the game.

Spain 2:0 Germany.

Winning the Confederations Cup for the first time in history.

Thanks to book friend "Zhang Jie" for the alliance leader reward.