Li Kang pulled up his pants and affectionately patted Rüdiger's little bald head.

The system prompt sounded quietly.

[Ding, it has been detected that this Chelsea teammate's friendliness towards you has increased, and a bond has been established!]

[Blue Bond: Negotiation Expert Lv1!]

[Your base speed and stamina are slightly improved.]

[Rüdiger seems to have become a little bit smarter, a little bit calmer.]

[The effect is only active when the two are on the field at the same time.]

[The initial establishment of the bond will restore some of your abilities to their best state.]

The shadow energy in Li Kang's brain instantly filled up.

All the power that had been drained during the Champions League final was replenished in an instant.

Rüdiger scratched his head and silently walked away.

While the Spanish players celebrated, they couldn't help but think of the Confederations Cup curse.

Especially several players from La Masia youth training camp: Busquets, Fàbregas, and others were relatively superstitious.

After all, the founder of the youth training camp, Cruyff himself, was superstitious.

When Cruyff was young, he liked to spit his chewing gum towards the opponent's half before the start of the match, believing that this would transfer bad luck to the opponent.

In the 1969 Champions League final, Ajax lost to AC Milan, and Cruyff said that the reason for the loss was that he forgot to spit out his chewing gum.

Fàbregas's goal seemed to cause a subtle change in the psychology of both players.

Kroos was not discouraged and encouraged the young players to cheer up.

Although he insisted on wearing "white shoes" in every game, he was not superstitious, just obsessive-compulsive.

Neuer was reflecting: if he hadn't been shadowed by Li's shot, he should have defused the danger outside the thirty-meter area.

On the sidelines.

Mino was excited for only a few seconds before quickly calming down.

Del Bosque patted his big belly and smiled, "Celebrate as much as you want. If we can win the game, Spain will lift the Confederations Cup for the first time."

It is worth mentioning that the previous meritorious coach of Spain, Aragonés, was also very superstitious.

He insisted that yellow would bring bad luck to the national team. When Raúl arrived at the national team training base wearing a yellow t-shirt, he was immediately asked to change to a different color.

On the other side.

Löw picked his nose, his expression calm.

He was also superstitious.

He once believed that wearing white, black, and blue clothes could bring good luck to the German team.

After eliminating England in the 2010 World Cup, he publicly stated that he would not wash or change his clothes before the semi-finals.

The game restarted in the center circle.

The German team launched another fierce attack.

Still limited by the lack of explosive points on the right wing and the lack of a forward pivot, they didn't have a good way to deal with Spain's defensive targeting.

Li Kang, Ramos, Saúl, Koke, and others repeatedly cooperated to successfully clear the ball.

Unfortunately, there was no chance to launch a perfect counter-attack.

Diego Costa suddenly felt that Rüdiger, who was entangled with him, seemed to have become a little bit smarter, and even the trash talk he said was gradually becoming logically clear.

Time passed by.

The referee finally blew the whistle to end the first half of the match.

"After 45 minutes of fierce battle, the temporary score is 1:0!"

"The Spanish team maintains a leading advantage."

"Now let's go to a commercial break, the official sponsor of the Confederations Cup reminds you..."

The Russian organizers decorated the originally simple dressing room with the atmosphere of the Emirates Stadium.

Red cushions.

Cozy cabinet lights.

The Spanish coaching staff actively reviewed the content of the first half.

"The characteristics of this German team are very obvious."

"Extremely strong strangling ability, extremely weak positional attack ability, they were originally the team most adept at positional warfare!"

"Li's decision in the first half was very correct."

"We must continue to seize the opponent's weaknesses..."

Fàbregas enthusiastically handed Li Kang a banana.

Diego Costa gently patted the back of Li Kang's head.

Li Kang's mind did not hear the mechanical and cold electronic prompt.

The friendliness of these two guys should exceed Rüdiger, but a bond hasn't been established yet?

German team dressing room.

The atmosphere was not heavy at all.

Löw did not criticize the players, but patiently explained the details of the game to several young players.

The 2010 World Cup journey seemed like it happened yesterday.

The German youth team set off a "white storm" in South Africa, stunning the world.

"Time flies so fast."

"We have many shortcomings, but there is still time."

Looking at the young players in front of him, Löw's eyes were filled with longing: the German team can continue its strong performance in next year's World Cup.

The fifteen-minute break ended quickly.

The referee team led the players from both sides back to the green field.

St. Petersburg reignited its passion.

"Good evening, viewers, welcome back!"

"The second half is about to begin!"

"Spain has made the first substitution."

"Isco replaces Fàbregas."

"For the German team, Goretzka replaces Havertz!"

Beep!

With the referee's whistle.

The second half of the match begins.

German team ball.

Werner kicks off and passes back to Kroos.

Without too much fancy footwork, after Goretzka came on, the German chariot's advance became much simpler.

Li Kang suddenly heard a roar of young beasts in his ears.

In his vision, the phantom of a little pony condensed in the wind.

The German team isn't Bayern.

Why is the Mönchengladbach totem so motivated?

"The German team's forward passing is very simple."

"Different from Havertz's style of rhythm control, connecting back and forth, and shifting left and right, Goretzka basically won't have too many rotations in the center, which makes the German team's frontal impact stronger."

"It's a pity that the Schalke genius's body is still relatively weak..."

"Sure enough!"

"Li Kang directly steals from the front, and takes the ball right off his feet."

"The explosiveness of this steal is too fierce!"

The audience was in an uproar.

The Matador fans cheered.

Goretzka was dumbfounded: how could Li's explosiveness be so abnormal at that moment? In the past, he would definitely have had enough time to pass the ball.

Li Kang dribbled the ball forward, passing the center circle.

The German midfielders quickly surrounded him.

Rüdiger decisively abandoned Diego Costa and forced himself towards Isco, who was in a better position to receive the ball.

Kimmich's cheeks were flushed: it's time for my fateful showdown with Li again.

Calm down.

It's a little hard to calm down.

The number 6 from Spain, rushing straight at him, has a terrifying impact!

"Li Kang's injury may not have fully recovered."

"He didn't run much in the first half, but at the start of the second half, he showed his past dominance in the midfield!"

"He might not get through!"

Facing the German team's frontal interception in midfield.

The shadows in Li Kang's brain spread wildly.

Energy filled.

Comprehensive improvement.

The Eye of Truth burst forth.

His body leaned to the left.

But his left foot pushed the ball to the right.

Perfectly avoiding Kimmich's outstretched foot!

In a flash of lightning.

His right foot pushed the ball forward!

"He's through."

"Perfect *la croqueta*."

"Golden move!"

I've been feeling dizzy since I got home from work, and I can't concentrate. The next chapter may have to wait until dawn. The next chapter will end the match.

(End of this chapter)