Ronaldinho?

Cow tail flick?

This is the Divine Dragon Tail Swing!

Still a permanently passive module like the Golden Left Foot.

Li Kang felt a slight tingling in the back of his head, and dozens of samba ponytail figures appeared in his mind.

He didn't enter a trance.

There was no burden of tragic, painful, angry, unwilling, or other heavy negative emotions.

A happy mood spread wildly.

The phone rang suddenly.

Li Kang didn't answer the phone, but instead tapped out the rhythm to the ringtone.

The Barcelona number 10 phantom in his vision twisted his waist excitedly.

What the hell?

Diego Costa stood outside the window, looking dumbfounded: "Is Li's delayed reaction because he's celebrating winning the Confederations Cup? But the ringtone is Arsenal's anthem! Is he celebrating Arsenal's treble?"

The next day.

The entire Spanish team returned to Madrid.

For the first time in history, they won the Confederations Cup, but they didn't usher in a scene of national celebration.

Let alone a fighter jet escort.

The Confederations Cup champion is a strange curse, like a sumptuous meal that will give you diarrhea.

Of course, the tattered royal family mascots still came to the Las Rozas training base.

"Vicente, I'm bringing the blessings of the entire country to visit you!"

Felipe VI brought a group of reporters and put on a full show under the spotlight.

It's a pity that the players' reactions were very perfunctory: the royal family doesn't give money for winning the championship, and the King and Queen's income is not even as high as their own.

No salute, Catalans, Basques, Galicians, Brazilians, Chinese... just a simple handshake and nod.

Felipe VI didn't seem to mind and still smiled brightly.

Half an hour later, the mascot king finished speaking a lot of polite words before reluctantly leaving.

Del Bosque took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat.

If he wasn't a hereditary marquis and his descendants had to receive royal rations, he wouldn't bother to "serve" the king.

Miniano walked forward excitedly.

"Boss, this is Li's physical examination report. All indicators are normal."

"Well, which club should I fax it to? Chelsea or Arsenal?"

"Send it to both!"

"Before the 2018 World Cup, we must communicate well with the coaching staff of Li's club."

"We must also pay more attention to Li's physical and mental health. London is a city where young people can easily degenerate. How great it would be if he prepared for the World Cup at a club in Madrid."

The players resumed training.

On the green field, Carvajal sent a wide-range transfer pass.

Li Kang arrived near the landing point on the left wing as soon as possible.

The football fell!

He raised his left foot, ready to control the ball.

Pique quickly pressed up.

An amazing scene happened.

The moment Li Kang stopped the ball, his center of gravity shifted to the left.

He flicked with the outside of his foot.

Then tapped it back with the inside of his foot.

The football danced in the air like a playful elf... and after landing, it swept past Pique's side.

The ball passed.

And the man passed too.

His teammates were dumbfounded: an aerial cow tail flick? No, it's a Divine Dragon Tail Swing!

Before they could fully recover.

Li Kang had already dribbled the ball to the left side of the penalty area.

Bang!

The football shot out and rippled the net.

Clap clap clap!

Pique looked dazed and couldn't help applauding.

The agility and charm of this kind of escape was very similar to that of Xiao Luo!

"So handsome!"

"A golden left foot!"

"Li, where are you going to spend your off-season?"

Isco asked suddenly, his eyes full of expectation.

Li Kang shook his head. He hadn't thought about vacationing at all.

His mind was still replaying the breakthrough movement just now... It was the first time he had tried the "aerial cow tail flick," and he had succeeded!

The offensive rhythm did not slow down by half.

There was not a trace of procrastination.

Even Ronaldinho's phantom didn't appear.

As expected of a permanent passive.

He ran to the net, picked up the football with his right foot, and then his right pull and left hook movement was slightly stiff, and even the acceleration after the breakthrough was half a beat slower.

The left foot is Xiao Luo's Divine Dragon Tail Swing.

The right foot is a first-class cow tail flick.

"Why don't we go to Greece together!"

In 2017, Greece inexplicably became a European vacation destination, and hotels and real estate ushered in a great situation. Stars flocked to various beaches and islands for vacation.

Saúl and Koke hurriedly echoed: "We're going too!"

Morata hesitated for a moment and said, "I want to accompany my wife..."

"We didn't ask you."

Amidst laughter, Li Kang and his teammates finished their last training session of the summer.

It was time to say goodbye again.

De Gea was reluctant to part, his eyes swept across the figures of Azpilicueta, Diego Costa, Pedro, and Fabregas... He suddenly realized: If Li really joined Chelsea, wouldn't Stamford Bridge become a La Furia Roja Premier League nest?

"Li, the cell phone signal at Stamford Bridge is not good..."

After holding it back for a long time, he could only think of this shortcoming.

Diego Costa couldn't help but "punch" the Manchester United goalkeeper in the chest: "Go back to the club and work hard, and strive to defend the Europa League title next season!"

Two days later.

Li Kang didn't go on vacation. He and his little assistant returned to North London - the Emirates Stadium.

The sun was shining.

The sky was blue and the clouds were white.

The red and white stands were filled with fans from all over the world.

A huge tifo picture printed with Arsenal's number 10 jersey gradually unfolded amidst the mighty momentum!

On the green field, three trophies were placed.

Champions League champion.

Premier League champion.

FA Cup champion.

Little Kroenke, Sir Chips Keswick, Gazidis, and other Arsenal executives all looked sad.

Li Kang walked out of the tunnel, draped in that red and white number 10 jersey.

The Emirates Stadium suddenly set off an overwhelming reluctance and retention.

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

The farewell ceremony that Arsenal had been preparing for the 200 million man for a long time finally arrived.

Li Kang stepped onto the green field and walked towards the three shining trophies.

The spotlights kept flashing.

The media reporters pressed the camera shutters one after another, recording this classic moment.

"The camera is focused on a young Gunners fan."

"Sad tears."

"A touching farewell."

"A 200 million transfer fee brought three championship trophies."

"Li Kang has finally become a passerby of the Gunners."

Sadness permeated North London... No.

At this time.

Tottenham fans gathered in the bar, excitedly banging on the table with their glasses.

"Arsenal have lost their king!"

"Let St. Tottenham Day go to hell!"

The farewell ceremony was grand and short.

Salutes fired in unison.

Golden confetti danced in the wind.

The Emirates Stadium seemed to be experiencing a heavy golden rain.

Little Kroenke held Li Kang's right hand tightly and was about to start being sentimental when he was suddenly pushed away by the accompanying medical staff: "What are you thinking? Li's right arm injury is still recovering!"

Arsenal executives immediately looked embarrassed.

"Li, the Gunners will always be your home."

"As long as certain problems are resolved, we will bring you back."

Li Kang looked around.

He couldn't find the figure of the white-haired old man in the crowd.

Farewell.

No matter how grand the farewell, it seemed to be missing something.

The club did not hold such a farewell ceremony for Wenger.

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