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

Chapter 77 Who in the world doesn't know you? (National Football Team Plot)

"So beautiful! A mesmerizing arc!"

"Li Luo! He scored twice!"

"A stylish outside-of-the-foot free kick effortlessly breached the Saudi Arabian goal."

"Strolling leisurely in the courtyard."

"A gazelle hanging its horns on a tree."

"The elegant flicking motion, embodying romance, amazed everyone."

"The first goal was a powerful and domineering shot, and the second goal was a gentle outside-of-the-foot curler. Li Luo has shown us a perfect combination of power and finesse in his footwork! It's simply divine!"

"Let's watch the replay. This free-kick opportunity was created by Li Luo, ah~ that incredibly penetrating long-range through ball!"

The commentator was so excited that he became somewhat incoherent.

Countless viewers in front of their televisions were also shocked: they couldn't believe that Li Luo had scored two goals against Saudi Arabia with such ease and composure.
In the stands.

The technical analysts from major tech companies looked completely bewildered.

"Beckenbauer-style instep?"

"That long through ball that pierced through the Saudi formation, its quality was secondary; what it mainly demonstrated was Li's reading of the defense, his vision, his understanding of time and space, and the 'method' he chose when initiating the attack. What the hell am I saying?"
"Tactical maneuvering at the national team level is too easy for him."

"Yes, Saudi Arabia's high defensive line is no match for Dortmund, Leverkusen, or Mainz."

The representatives of the wealthy families became more and more excited as they spoke.

why?
Why does it feel so good to be slapped in the face by Li?

Amidst cheers and applause.

Li Luo turned around and rushed towards the coach's bench.

The reporters followed them all the way.

Click click click.

The coaching staff, team doctor, and support personnel waited excitedly on the sidelines. When the Chinese team heroes arrived, they rushed forward and began to celebrate wildly.

Perrin raised his fists, his cheeks flushed, and he breathed rapidly: "Praise God, praise Lee, praise Mr. Black Gold!"

He didn't read the advice from the Manchester United coaching staff.

He read Black Gold's advice word for word, over and over again dozens of times.

That's right.

As long as Li Luo carefully considers the opinions of the renowned German coach and combines them with the actual situation of the Chinese team, he can make the game very simple.

"Xiao Li."

"What, Little Li?"

The short, stocky translator, Zhao, with his belly sticking out and hands on his hips, loudly corrected, "Is 'Little Li' something you call him? Call him Brother Luo!"

Teaching Assistant Li blew on his bangs: "Brother Luo."

Studio.

The slow-motion replay showed Li Luo's outside-of-the-foot free kick from various angles.

The screen was flooded with a dense barrage of comments.
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[He kicked so easily, it didn't seem like he was using much force!]
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【So handsome. 】
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Elegance is timeless.
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When I played soccer on the school team, I often fantasized that I was Li Luo.
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[The Saudi Arabian defense and goalkeeper were completely stunned by his performance.]
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Am I watching a sci-fi movie? Did they pay a bunch of foreign actors to record this live stream?
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[Excerpt from a 10,000-word article: After half a season of intense Bundesliga competition, coinciding with a period of explosive tactical development, Li Luo has continuously accumulated experience and steadily improved through high-intensity matches. He has repeatedly analyzed match footage and has now developed a thorough understanding of the derivative tactics of high, medium, and low defensive lines. His understanding is ever-changing yet fundamentally sound. No opponent in the Asian Cup will be able to suppress him at the macro-tactical level.]
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[Stop spamming me with "husband" messages, my Luo is very naive, I probably haven't even held a girl's hand before.]
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[Going all in on half a 2.5 bet again, haha! Winning money and having fun!]
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[Be careful, all four of the new generation of midfield prodigies have flaws: Pogba loses focus after taking the lead, Pjanic slacks off after taking the lead, Çalhanoğlu holds onto the ball too long after taking the lead, and Li Luo likes to boss his teammates around after taking the lead.]
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[Ruby God of War Card! You still dare to go all in?]

Time passed by minute by minute.

The scene of "dog carrying frisbee" that the commentator was worried about did not happen.

Instead, it was Li Luo who made his teammates in the frontcourt "carry the frisbee like dogs".

The Chinese prodigy orchestrated a series of beautiful arcs that streaked across the night sky, while his teammates in the attacking third ran tirelessly, leaving the Saudi defense trembling with fear.

"That's a great message!"

"Wow! You can transmit it like that? How did he see that location?"

"The Saudi Arabian center-back made a difficult clearance, and the Chinese team was awarded a corner kick."

"."

"That's a great message!"

"That's so imaginative!"

"The Saudi team was swayed by the defeat, and their last-placed center-back made a scramble to clear the ball. It was a close call."

"."

"That's a great message!"

"A perfect attack on Saudi Arabia's weak side!"

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Brisbane Stadium: A sea of ​​red churns and swells.

Saudi Arabia's desperate counterattack was severely suppressed by Li Luo's long passes.

They dare not build high defensive lines, always fearing they will be attacked from behind.
The Saudi coaching staff looked dejected.

Perrin looked happy.

Gradually, even viewers who don't usually watch club leagues have come to clearly understand the concepts of "vision," "counter-attack," and "passing to break through the defense."

The children also contributed a small amount of shock.

"Dad, Li Luo turned his teammates into puppies, woof woof woof!"

"You can't just say things like that. If this is a puppy, then many of Europe's best strikers would want to be in the same club as Li Luo and be willing to be his puppies."

In the stands.

Technical analysts from major tech companies are all extremely busy.

"Li's idea was very comprehensive. He must have taken into account the physical condition of the Chinese team's defense, steadily controlled the rhythm, and let his teammates in the frontcourt 'flying discs,' using offense as defense to suppress the Saudi team's high defense, causing the opponent's front and back lines to become disconnected and unable to create threats."

"genius."

"There is an old Chinese saying that goes, 'A wise man submits to circumstances.' Li is a wise man. He did not complain about the national team's lineup and configuration. Instead, he sought out the optimal solutions for each stage of the game."

"Your Chinese proverbs are not well learned; this is called adapting to local conditions."

"It kills two birds with one stone, both creating a threat and weakening the opponent's threat."

"Li seems to have injured his left foot. He has been using his right foot to handle the ball for the rest of the game since he scored his first powerful shot."

[Injury recovery rate complete.]

The pain in Li Luo's left foot completely disappeared.

He believed that his body could withstand the heavy, curved cannon fire in the future.

Tendon function and strength peak after age 20.

Peak bone density typically occurs between the ages of 20 and 30, during which time bones become denser and stronger.

Neuromuscular control and proprioception are constantly being improved after the age of 20.

72nd minute of the second half.

The LED screen in mid-air still displayed the score of 0-2. "That was a great pass!"

Li Luo delivered a long pass over the top.

"Hey?"

"Wu Lei created an opportunity this time!"

"No offside! One-on-one chance!"

"The penalty area has been breached!"

Wu Lei pounded the ground in frustration again, looking at Li Luo with an apologetic expression.

Li Luo smiled and indicated that it was alright.

Beep!
The referee stopped the game and pointed to the penalty spot. Penalty!

Then, my mind went blank for a moment: the Saudi team's foul was aimed at the ball and brought Wu Lei down, so they shouldn't give him a red card, but a yellow card!
There were no incidents of the Chinese team vying for penalties.

Gao Lin said gently, "Li Luo, come and take the penalty kick!"

Without hesitation, the teammates unanimously agreed: if the Chinese teenager scored just one more goal, he would complete a hat trick!
Seeing this, the commentator couldn't help but exclaim excitedly, "What a great opportunity! If Li Luo scores a hat-trick tonight, it could have a profound impact on Chinese football. But we don't think we've ever seen Li Luo take a penalty kick before!"

Penalty kicks, in a sense, are a psychological game.

The penalty taker needs to "deceive" the goalkeeper by using details such as changes in the rhythm of their steps, their eyes, and their body posture during the run-up, thus concealing their true shooting intentions; while the goalkeeper needs to catch these details within 0.1-0.2 seconds, judge the trajectory of the shot, and make a save decision.

Li Luo placed the soccer ball and began to retreat.

Goalkeeper Ennazie made strange jumping movements in an attempt to put psychological pressure on the Chinese prodigy.

'Saving his penalty will prove I'm better than the sluggish Walid.'

Courtside.

Perrin was relaxed because Mr. Black Gold had advised him: you can always trust Lee.

If someone else were to take the penalty, no matter how great the advantage, the Chinese coaching staff would likely feel a pang of anxiety.
The other side.

The Saudi coaching staff looked somber.

Cosmin trembled all over, almost unable to look.

A question arises: There's no reference data on the penalty kick habits of this Chinese prodigy. How would he take it?
Li Luo hadn't figured out how to play either.

I stood there for a long time.

He tried hard to force a resolute look in his eyes, thinking about all sorts of sad things: Bendtner hadn't paid him the goal bonus he owed; he'd copied and pasted a reply and gotten the nationalities of several young models wrong; and The Sun was spreading rumors every day that he liked some Chinese girl.
Isn't negative emotion spreading like wildfire?
result.

No legendary phantoms appeared, although they rarely do appear in normal times anyway.

Beep!
The referee blows the whistle.

Li Luo took a deep breath and began his running start.

Bah!
Goalkeeper Ennazie dived to his left.

The football slammed straight into the goal.

0:3! ! !

The sea of ​​red at Brisbane Stadium was already boiling, and now it was erupting in a deafening roar.

"In!"

"A player with a big heart, take the penalty straight down the middle!"

"hat trick!"

"18-year-old Chinese prodigy Li Luo completes a hat-trick in the Asian Cup!"

"On this night, who in the world did not know you!"

The air in Brisbane seemed to be on fire, pushing every emotion to a boiling point.

Countless Chinese fans embraced and wept.

A phenomenal prodigy has emerged out of nowhere, scoring a hat-trick against Saudi Arabia in the Asian Cup!

Studio.
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[Dig a trench.]
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[Mr. Li Luo, on behalf of Shaxian Snacks, I hereby award you the "Sharpest Sword in the East" medal of honor.]
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[Lanzhou noodles crown the valiant Li Luo, the great emperor of Chinese football! May the leader who saved the national team be forever victorious!]
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[The roc rises with the wind, soaring ninety thousand miles high.]
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【Awesome! 】
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I will never criticize Li Luo in this lifetime; I'll be a fan for life.
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A hat-trick of great significance and far-reaching impact on Chinese football.
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Yes, Li Luo may become many people's "first love in football," and his personal experience may influence generations of teenagers, much like the Japanese manga "Captain Tsubasa."

Li Luo charged all the way to the corner flag area, leaped high into the air, and waved his right fist.

The stands responded with thunderous cheers and applause.

The red flag fluttered in the night wind, like a dancing flame.

Excitement and joy were written on everyone's face.

[Shock level +1!!!]

[Shock level +1!!!]

【.】

The Chinese teammates were also shocked.

I've never fought such a lucrative battle in my life.

The outcome of the subsequent matches gradually lost its suspense.

The Saudi assistant coach suggested comparing goal difference with the other two teams in the group.

We can't afford to concede a goal; we must defend with all our might.

The other two teams will definitely be crushed by Li Luo, and Saudi Arabia still has a great chance to advance as the second-place team in the group!

Kosmin harshly criticized the proposal: "We will become cowards in the eyes of Saudi fans!"
Scolds are scolded.

The Saudi coach thought about it carefully and realized it made sense; there seemed to be no way to refute it.

the other side.

Perrin is working hard to make substitutions.

The tournament schedule is very tight, so the national football players need to conserve their energy.

Mr. Black Gold emphasized: "We cannot overuse Li Luo. We must also allow the Chinese genius to get sufficient rest. No matter how strong his physical strength is, mental fatigue is just as terrible."

finally.

Beep! Beep beep~
The referee blew the final whistle.

Saudi Arabia 0-3 China

Brisbane Stadium echoes with the names of heroes.

Faraway Little Britain.

Carrington Training Base.

Van Gaal stomped his foot on the grass, pointed at the office building, and said with a displeased look, "What's that Scottish cleaning lady with the Glasgow accent making all that noise about? It's so annoying! She keeps sticking her head out of the second-floor window and yelling at us for who knows what!"

The Dutch assistant coach nodded: "I'll go tell her she's wrong! Boss, you instructed us: as soon as Li scores, have the cleaning lady tell us!"

"What? Why didn't you say so sooner?"

(End of this chapter)