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

Chapter 71 Li Sang, Don't Do This (Transitional Plot)
[Airi-chan: Li-san, I'm sorry to bother you, but I heard Wolfsburg is going to play a match in the Russian Premier League. I happened to be in Moscow those days, so I brought you a gift.]

Who is Airi-chan?
When Li Luo got home, he stared blankly at the message.

I remembered!

I met a Japanese girl on the plane. At first glance, she wasn't stunning, but the more I looked at her, the cuter and more charming she became. Her smile was sweet, and when she gently tilted her head up, even her jawline had just the right amount of softness.

She is said to be "the last pure-blooded beauty of the Heisei era".

Regrettably.

When we first met, the messages from Airi were too serious, full of concern and care. Although she had casually confessed her feelings to Li Luo several times, she was clearly more interested in spiritual connection.

The Chinese boy naturally forgot about the other person.

The China-Japan showdown crushed the J-League elites, and the Bundesliga schedule has successively defeated Japanese players playing in Europe. The national idol girl also wants to go on a date with him and give him gifts. Isn't that too cruel?
Li Luo thought about it and realized that didn't make sense.

So I typed a reply:

[Li Luo: Airi-chan, thank you for your kindness. I'm sorry, but considering you're a Japanese girl and many practical factors, we shouldn't meet.]

If you can't even develop a friendship, it's better to say no sooner rather than later to avoid making things more complicated later.

The sky is gloomy.

The cold wind howled.

Two Collie sheepdogs dragged their cold iron chains as they emerged from their kennel, wagging their tails happily at the figure of the Chinese boy.

Li Luo finished his extra training and walked from the backyard to the front yard.

Tom quickly handed over a dry towel and water, saying, "Lee, Mr. Black Gold means that when you return to Manchester United, you will also be competing in the Champions League in the freezing cold, so you should take this opportunity to accumulate experience before heading to Moscow with the team."

Two or three teams in the Russian Premier League are very strong and are regulars in the knockout stages of the Champions League.

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Black Gold."

Li Luo genuinely respects the Wolfsburg head coach and believes that the coach is a true master who never restricts him with rigid tactical details, giving him unlimited freedom to shoot.

There was no suppression, only encouragement.

Two days later.

The Wolfsburg team has arrived in Moscow.

This city of a thousand domes is covered in snow, presenting a winter scene of silver and white.

The once unique and magnificent spire has lost its vibrant colors in the cold.

The opulence and majesty of the Kremlin complex seem to be shrouded in a white cloth.

The bus slowly drove along the road.

Snowflakes are falling gently.

Black Gold looked serious and said loudly, "Aristotle once said: To appreciate the beauty of snowflakes, one must stand in the cold wind."

A surge of exhilaration welled up in Bendtner's chest: "Damn, it's so cold."

Li Luo was bundled up tightly, wearing thick gloves, and holding a book of Chekhov's short stories, reading it with great interest.

unconsciously.

The short story "The Fiancé and the Good Father" is particularly interesting: the protagonist fabricates a history of alcoholism, corruption, crime, being a fugitive, and mental illness in an attempt to refuse marriage, but his "future father-in-law" always manages to justify his actions and accept him.

In the finale, the protagonist goes to a doctor to get a certificate proving he's insane, which he uses to refuse marriage.

The psychiatrist said, "People who don't want to get married are not crazy; on the contrary, they are the smartest people. I'll give you a certificate when you want to get married."

19th-century Russian humor.

"Li, what are you laughing at? Why are you laughing so happily?"

Maranda asked curiously, her voice trembling.

Although scientific research shows that whether or not one is afraid of the cold has nothing to do with nationality, he believes that black people must be afraid of the cold, otherwise why are there so few black players in the Russian Premier League?
Li Luo smiled and handed the book over: "Take a look for yourself."

Little Black Egg shook his head: "Could you read it to us? Nainggolan said he works at the Club of Rome in Italy and hears their boss telling jokes every day."

"it is good."

then.

Li Luo read the short story from the book aloud.

Everyone laughed.

"Putting aside the historical context and the novel's metaphors, I now wish I had a father-in-law like that, haha."

Two days later.

The Khimki Arena resembles a steel fortress amidst the snow and ice.

The harsh conditions did not dampen the enthusiasm of Dynamo fans.

More than 30,000 spectators shouted battle cries.

"Oh~ Oh oh oh~ Oh~"

"Oh~ Oh oh oh~ Oh~"

The director's camera angle resembles that of an eagle.

Overlooking Moscow, with the stadium at its center.

Slowly zoom in.

A thin layer of ice condensed on the glass curtain wall, blurring the snowflakes falling outside and the frost-covered landscape in the direction of the Kremlin into a hazy winter silhouette.

The Dynamo Football Club crest, lightly covered by snowflakes, stood out even more vividly against the white snow.

"Zhuangdianertai! Zhuangdianertai! Good evening, viewers."

"Welcome to the sixth round of the 2014/15 UEFA Europa League group stage."

"Dynamo Moscow will host Wolfsburg."

"In the icy and snowy landscape of Khimki, a steam engine confronts a pack of wolves on an expedition!"

What kind of story will unfold?

"An incredibly intimidating home ground, with biting winds, snow, ice, and sleet! Technical players are naturally limited!"

"Russian Premier League teams have a significant home advantage thanks to their physique, which is well-adapted to cold weather, and their robust defense."

"It is not uncommon in history for European powerhouses to suffer defeats in the icy and snowy Russian landscape."

The referee team led both teams out of the passage.

The atmosphere at the Khimki Arena immediately became even more electric.

The Wolfsburg team was jumping around, and even though they had extended their warm-up time before the match, they still couldn't help but move around because of the cold.

"Li Luo was wearing a white long-sleeved away jersey for Wolfsburg, along with gloves, fully equipped within the rules!"

"One hat is missing."

"And look at the Russian Premier League squad, wow, big, bear-like men in short-sleeved jerseys."

"The mascot of Dynamo Moscow, Cheka, is a small green dragon. He is very friendly and doesn't engage in the kind of pre-match provocations common in European football. He even gave Li Luo a high-five to greet him."

"I wanted to say this in the last Bundesliga match: some clubs used 'living' mascots, such as Cologne's goat and Frankfurt's eagle. Fortunately, Leverkusen didn't bring out a lion, and Wolfsburg didn't bring out a wolf."

Studio.
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This match is going to be tough; Wolfsburg is under a massive debuff! And it's the kind that can't be dispelled.
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Haha, if we lose a match like this, I really won't blame Li Luo.
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The football is red!!!
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[Definitely use red; you need to be able to see the ball clearly in freezing weather.]
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[Terrifying! Aren't the Dynamo players afraid of the cold?]
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[Give the director a bonus! The Russian girl in the stands is so pretty.]
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[In this kind of climate, Russian teams have a genetic advantage when playing against German teams, like in the Battle of Moscow.]

Beep!
Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The game officially begins.

There was heavy wind and snow.

Wolfsburg has possession, Bendtner kicks off and passes the ball back to his own half.

The red soccer ball rolled and rolled in the snow, then stopped halfway through.

A shallow white trail was left in the snow, like a blunt pen tracing across white rice paper, which seemed to be smoothed out by the falling snow in an instant.

The Russian Premier League giants have abandoned their usual conservative style of play and are coming on strong.

"Fortunately."

"Maranda lobbed the ball to Li Luo!"

"The transmission quality is very poor!"

As far as Li Luo could see, the snow was falling heavier and heavier.

Using the spatial perception module, he gently flicked the falling soccer ball, and the resulting tiny ice fragments burst open in the air like fireworks.

next moment.

He turned around and dodged the encirclement of two burly Russian men.

Touch the ball again.

trip.

I didn't control the force of my dribbling in the snow.

Half a beat too late.

They almost got overtaken by their opponents.

Li Luo quickly stopped the ball, turned around, swung his leg slightly, and passed it to the wing.

"Haha, it's hard to get used to. Even though we spent two days scouting in Wolfsburg, the snow depth on the ground is different."

"It's difficult to walk on the ground."

"Like a high ball, hit it high!"

"Li Luo's black hair, which looked like it had been sprinkled with grains of white sugar when he entered, now seemed to be decorated with fine white down."

Time slips away unnoticed.

The imposing presence of the Khimki Arena seemed to be warding off the bitter cold.

Russian Premier League coach Cherchesov donned a red hat tonight, his bald head standing in the control area, jumping and gesturing wildly.

gradually.

He realized something was wrong.

"What's going on? Li's vision seems completely unaffected by the rain and snow?"

"His positioning, movement, timing of blocking, and clear command"

"This kid not only has eyes all over his body, but those eyes can't be blocked by wind, frost, rain, or snow!"

"He's so handsome. I wish I could be like him when I was young."

"Boss, you were a goalkeeper when you were young."

De Bruyne and his Wolfsburg teammates were also shocked.

They can't execute ground-based teamwork.

but.

Even in strong winds and heavy snow, Li Luo's positioning always provides his teammates with the most comfortable passing angles and routes.

[Shock level +1!]

[Shock level +1!]

【.】

Li Luo was having a hard time kicking; his body was struggling to adapt to the battlefield environment.

The burly Russian men opposite them, on the contrary, got more and more into it, excitedly shouting and yelling.

Courtside.

The teaching assistant exclaimed in alarm, "Boss, white smoke is coming out of Li's head!"

Black Gold's lips twitched involuntarily: "What white smoke? That's the phenomenon of water vapor condensing when the body temperature is higher than the ambient temperature!"

"Water vapor liquefaction? Boss, you've got the principle wrong, haven't you?"

Russia's icy landscape is even colder and more frigid than Germany's.

"Li is destined to be a talented midfield maestro in the Champions League. He might even face Russian powerhouses like CSKA Moscow and Zenit St. Petersburg. It's always good to get used to this harsh environment and gain experience in advance."

The 38th minute of the game.

Ricardo made a mistake in controlling the ball.

I slipped and fell in the snow.

The Russian Premier League giants seized possession of the ball without any fancy ground passing combinations.

After a few simple passes.

A high ball, lobbed into the penalty area.

"Danger!"

"Can the Wolfsburg defenders jump high enough?"

"Head!"

Dynamo's center forward leaped high and headed the ball powerfully.

Wolfsburg captain Benaglio leaped forward and immediately fell heavily onto the snow.

The net trembled slightly, and snow was shaken off.

1: 0!

The roars of joy from the Khimki Arena grew louder and louder.

The Russian Premier League giants celebrated wildly.

Wolfsburg's defense looked at each other without blaming one another.

Studio.
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I suspect that Barcelona and Arsenal would have an even harder time here, as most of their fighting power would be suppressed.
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I remember it snowing in Germany too.
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The snow in Germany isn't that heavy, nor is it as cold as in Moscow.
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[Li Luo in the snow! The director gave her a close-up, quickly take a screenshot!]
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The falling snow, the running figures, the rolling football—all were enveloped in a layer of cold, white light, clear yet distant.

Time passes.

The brightly colored billboards on the sidelines were mostly covered by snow, with the sponsors' logos peeking out halfway through the snow and mist, like gems frozen in ice.

Snow had accumulated on the edge-cut fluorescent yellow coat, and as he ran, snowflakes fell down with the swing of his arms.

The view of tens of thousands of spectators at the scene was gradually obscured by the falling rain and snow.

Taking a one-goal lead, Dynamo Moscow did not choose to defend in a low block, but continued to attack!

"Counterattack! Wolfsburg's counterattack!"

The commentator couldn't immediately see how possession of the ball changed hands.

All that could be seen was a red football flying through the chaos, kicked by a figure in a white jersey to the vicinity of the center circle.

Who is this?

"Oh, oh, oh! De Bruyne!"

"A precise long pass."

"We've found Li Luo, who's been rotated to the forward position!"

"Loop shot!"

"What a dashing pose!"

"Great! That's a goal!"

Li Luo, under pressure from a Russian Premier League center-back, attempted a lob shot.

80 points for shooting, 86 points for footwork, and 82 points for arc.

Perfect unity.

The football soared off the ground, tracing a beautiful crimson trajectory in the wind and snow, like a touch of vermilion drawn on a white sheet of paper.

The arc seemed to tug at everyone's heartstrings.

Ascending, rotating, falling.

It was as if Dynamo Moscow's high defensive line had never existed.

Black Gold opened its mouth wide.

Cherchesov looked bewildered.

The Dynamo Moscow goalkeeper looked up at the things passing overhead and felt utterly despondent.

They chased back in a disheveled state.

That's too late.

The football landed in the penalty area, bounced towards the goal, and finally stopped rolling near the goal line.

"Hmm, what's going on? The ball bounced off the ground, but why isn't it moving anymore?"

"oops!"

"This"

"Do your best and obey destiny."

The entire audience was stunned.

The LED screen in mid-air was already blurred and indistinct.

Li Luo was also dumbfounded. He then bent down and angrily slapped the snow on the ground twice. He quickly withdrew his palm, thinking, "Never mind, it's too cold."

[Shock level +1!] [Shock level +1!]

【.】

Wolfsburg teammates were so surprised they covered their heads in disbelief.

De Bruyne held a blade of grass covered in frost, looking dazed.

'That last offensive switch was completely under Li's and my control. It's a pity it was thwarted by that damned Xue.'

Studio.
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[Haha, Li Luo's lob shot was so good, but it didn't go in; the ball ended up stuck in front of the goal line.]
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[Li Luo's Funny Highlights +1!]
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[The trajectory was perfect, clearly calculated based on the goalkeeper's positioning. Before the lob shot, Li Luo even created space between himself and the Wolfsburg center-back.]
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Even Black Saint couldn't do anything about it, haha, no tactics worked.

Courtside.

Black Gold and his assistant coach slumped on the coaching bench.

"What a beautiful arc."

"It didn't go in."

"I suspect the opposing goalkeeper deliberately piled snow onto the goal line beforehand."

The other side.

Cherchesov clapped his hands with a laugh.

"Defense!"

"We need to slow down."

"Next, even the wind and snow will help us slow down the pace of the competition."

Next game.

It's still intense.

Intertwined limbs, splattering snowflakes, intertwined figures, exhaled breaths, heavy panting, and snowflakes falling as bodies collided.

"it hurts!"

"It looks so painful!"

"Scientific research shows that pain is amplified in cold environments."

"good chance!"

"Bendtner takes a shot, the ball hits the backside of a Russian Premier League center-back and goes out of bounds, Wolfsburg gets a corner kick!"

De Bruyne quickly ran to the corner flag area.

The caddie reluctantly tossed the ball over.

Without pausing, the Belgians quickly bent down and shoveled snow away from the ground with their hands, then took a towel and wiped the red football again and again.

Li Luo stood in the penalty area, looking confident.

98. Header.

Indestructible!

Immediately afterwards, he was covered in sweat, and several tall, burly Russian men, with their arms around his shoulders and half-embracing his chest, were seen with their arms around his shoulders.
After thinking about it, I decided to crawl out anyway.

Maradona and Cruyff were also excellent headers; the former could even execute a lobbed header. However, they never liked to challenge for headers with strong opponents in the penalty area.
Corner flag area.

De Bruyne exhaled a puff of white breath.

Two-step running start.

Bah!
The football traced a rainbow-like arc in mid-air.

"Bendner!"

"Naldo!"

"Who got to bump into them?"

"oops."

The ball didn't hit the goal; instead, it grazed the head of the Russian Premier League center-back and bounced quickly towards the right side of the six-yard box.

A white figure bursts forth from the vast snowstorm!
Li Luo!

It rushed desperately toward the landing point.

There wasn't enough time to swing your leg in mid-air.

In the field of vision, a golden phantom rapidly coalesced amidst the wind and snow.

Bend over.

再.
One person and one shadow, their movements and postures completely overlapping in an instant.

The falling football was deflected and flew lightly towards Dynamo's goal.

Everyone who witnessed this up close was stunned.

The Russian Premier League goalkeeper was completely taken aback, never expecting Li Luo to use such a shooting posture.

He leaped forward, but it was too late.

The soccer ball flew into the net, and with a whoosh, the snow covering the net was shaken off, creating a scene resembling a painting.

1:1! ! !

The entire audience was stunned.

"Pretty!"

"The ball is in!"

"De Bruyne's corner kick assist, Li Luo's skillful shot found the net, helping Wolfsburg equalize!"

"Let's take another look at this ball."

"Slow motion replay".

"Yes, for a great player, every part of their body should be a weapon!"

"Li Luoxue drew his sword and broke down the door on a snowy night."

Zhan Jun and Coach Zhang were momentarily speechless, unsure how to praise Li Luo's goal to the audience.

Studio.
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[Li Luo's iconic scene added to 1!]
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How can you generate power to shoot from that spot?
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It must have hurt a lot.
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The moment the snowflakes fall is so beautiful.
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I thought Li Luo, in the snowstorm, would break down the goal with a cool and dashing style. I was wrong.

The Chinese teenagers didn't celebrate wildly; they had just tied the score.

Wolfsburg teammates rushed over to give each other high-fives in celebration.

Scoring a goal makes you a hero.

It doesn't matter where it gets in.

"awesome."

"Li, when did you learn this move?"

"How did you train? Teach me."

"."

The fourth official held up the LED number plate on the sidelines.

Li Luo saw his number and quickly ran off the field.

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted at the Khimki Arena.

It wasn't just the goal scored by the Chinese youth, but also the beautiful lob shot, and the unaffected vision, positioning, anticipation, and command that were not hindered by wind, frost, rain, or snow.

The sidelines at the center circle.

Wolfsburg's logistics staff had been waiting for a long time.

The moment Li Luo stepped off the green field, he was surrounded.

Followed by.

De Bruyne was also substituted.

The coaching staff patiently explained the reason: the heavier the snowfall, the greater the risk of injury.

Neither of them had any objections.

It seemed that my body felt colder after I stopped exercising, but thankfully the bench seats had a heating function.

Li Luo waved and greeted the fans in the nearby stands.

suddenly.

He saw a familiar figure: a Japanese girl with snowflakes covering her hair and clothes, her nose and cheeks red from the cold, and a sweet smile.

Airi-chan?
Did she come all the way here just to watch her own match?
Ignore it.

We can't pay attention to it.

The Chinese boy pretended not to see it and sat back on the bench.

Although he thought Airi was cute, sweet, and had a beautiful smile, possessing a charm that European models lacked, she was Japanese.

Taking into account many factors.

Forget about dating, we can't even make progress in our friendships.

In the movie "Fist of Fury," the protagonist falls deeply in love with a Japanese girl. His fellow disciples scold him for disgracing the school and damaging its reputation, while the common people accuse him of being fickle and ungrateful. Alas, in the finale, the protagonist and the Japanese girl are forced to separate and never see each other again for the rest of their lives.

Li Luo shook his head, dispelling his thoughts.

[Shock Points Gained: 100027!]

[Should I spend 100,000 Shock Points to redeem the Europa League Star Player Blind Box?]

[Currently redeeming.]

Rumble.

A giant card slowly emerged from the wind and snow.

A strong and sturdy figure slowly emerges from the card.

[Joey Yung of Africa.]

[A flying tackle brought down the referee.]

[Referee? I thought he was an opposing player?]

Congratulations on obtaining the Essien "Beast Waist" module.

[Legendary Phantoms cannot be triggered without the Soul Forge module.]

[Additional attribute boosts: Passing +1, Defense +3, Steals +3.]

not bad.

Passes: 78!

Another qualitative change is about to occur.

Looking back on tonight's lob shot and the other shot, Li Luo has already experienced the qualitative change brought about by his 80-point shooting attribute.

Furthermore, the basic defensive abilities that midfielders must possess have also been improved: Defense: 63, Tackling: 63!

He then took out a small notebook and a pen from his storage bag.

Start writing a diary and summarizing:

"The extremely terrifying snowstorm made football seem like a completely different sport."

"The opponent seems to be a different team, making full use of the advantages of Russian local players."

"Depending on the lineup configuration, the simplest and most efficient tactics should be implemented in such a harsh environment."

"I think that no matter how great a football star is in history, they cannot fight against nature."

"It is said that some players have been struck by lightning during the game."

There's not much to write about in terms of tactics for tonight's game.

Hopefully, Manchester United won't face the icy conditions of the Russian Premier League in their crucial Champions League matches in the future.

That night.

The snow reflected the moonlight, and Moscow at night resembled a fairytale world.

Li Luo and his club teammates returned to their hotel.

Drop drop drop.

The phone rang.

The Japanese girl sent me a message.

[Airi-chan: Li-san, don't be like this, don't be so cruel. Weren't we happy when we first met? Is it because my confession scared you?]

Hey.

The Chinese boy could already picture a scene: a girl sitting alone in the stands in the wind and snow, her eyes reddening as she smiled.

No.

Do not touch.

Reply carefully by typing.

[Li Luo: Airi-chan, thank you for your kindness. But for the same reason, I'm sorry, you're Japanese, and there are too many practical factors to consider. We can't meet for the time being.]

That despicable The Sun newspaper, always making up stories about "Oriental girls".

If Chinese fans were to be photographed meeting Airi-chan tonight, and then recall the lewd story previously fabricated by The Sun, wouldn't they be very upset?

In Li Luo's mind, Chinese football fans hold a very high position.

Two days later.

Li Luo, wearing a suit with the Wolfsburg logo, arrived at the Grimaldi Conference Center in Monaco with Hei Jin and others.

Arrived at the Europa League draw venue in an orderly manner.

I didn't encounter any situations where someone was "18 years old this year, but standing there like a lackey."

He followed the number plate and found his spot.

I noticed that a burly man was already sitting in the seat next to me.

His face was as handsome as a sculpture.

"plum?"

"Totti?"

clap clap clap!
The sculpted, handsome man slapped the cushion forcefully, gesturing for Li Luo to sit down before speaking.

Although Roma's Wolf King has a volatile temper and occasionally loses control, he is just like Buffon in his warm and friendly attitude towards young players, with Balotelli being an exception.

"Li, I've watched your match highlights."

"Totti, I've read your joke collection too."

"Haha."

Totti was delighted to hear this, laughed heartily, and patted the Chinese boy on the shoulder: "I'll send you the complete set later."

Over the past six months, Li Luo has gradually learned a lot: "Totti's Jokes" is more reliable than "Buffon: My Investment Insights," at least the former can bring joy.

The lottery ceremony proceeded as scheduled.

Because of the increased viewership, the venue was larger than in previous years, and the proceedings were more elaborate.

"Welcome our draw guest, Maradona."

"Don't say so many polite things; the audience never cares about those."

Maradona strode off the stage, waving his hand vigorously to stop the host from making any further unnecessary remarks.

The hall immediately erupted in enthusiastic applause.

They all expressed their agreement with the views of the second-generation football king.

In previous years, the draw process was long and tedious, with the host speaking, the guests speaking, and then UEFA officials adding a few words.

"The Europa League should have high viewership this year; they actually paid to bring me here."

“Start drawing lots!”

Maradona reached into the glass jar, pulled out a small ball, and quickly broke it open.

Wolfsburg!

Then, he took out a small ball.

Boo!
"Rome!"

The first matchup result is in: Wolfsburg vs. Roma!

Li Luo and Totti were caught off guard.

The two looked at each other.

They had only known each other for a short time when they became rivals.

CTV5 broadcast the Champions League draw ceremony simultaneously.

The barrage of comments flew by.
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Can Wolfsburg beat Rome?
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It's hard to say.
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[Li Luo & De Bruyne vs. Totti & De Rossi.]
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[If Wolfsburg can get past Rome, their chances of winning the Europa League will be even greater!]
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Don't panic. Just bet on a draw. Roma is acting strangely this season; they draw 1-1, 2-2, or 3-3 with everyone, regardless of whether the opponent is a powerhouse or a weak team.

(End of this chapter)