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

Chapter 94 Beckenbauer, Save Me! (Chinese National Football Team Story)
"The director's camera focused on the VIP section!"

"Pele!"

"Football legend Pelé has also been invited to the Asian Cup final!"

"He is a legend who can never be ignored in football history. With his lifelong passion, he broke down the boundaries of region and skin color, spreading the joy of football to every corner of the world. His contribution to the promotion of football has long been engraved in the annals of sports history, immortal and dazzling."

Pele didn't know why FIFA and the AFC had invited him to watch the final at the last minute.

But.

There's money to be made.

He was sitting in the middle of a group of village officials.

"Mr. Pelé, which side do you think will win the championship?"

"Yes, I have more faith in the Chinese team!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding South Korean village officials immediately applauded excitedly!
The national anthem segment.

Red flags fluttered in the wind.

The familiar intro to the song flowed from the loudspeaker, its melody carrying a heavy emotion, like a silent call, instantly drowning out the originally noisy shouts from the stands.

"stand up!"

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One voice, two voices, and countless voices gradually intertwined, slowly rising into an increasingly unified chorus.

The sound was like the waves of a rising tide overflowing the dam, spreading out in layers; it was also like sparks suddenly connecting into a patch, burning brighter and brighter, carrying a scorching power.

"Get up! Get up! Get up!"

"We are united as one."

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The camera slowly pans, giving close-ups of each Chinese player.

"go ahead!"

"Forward! Advance!"

The wind is still blowing, and the bright red flag is still fluttering in the wind, like an inextinguishable fire, reflecting the sincerity of the crowd and the beating hearts.

The camera pans across each player.

The image finally settled on Li Luo's face.

"A resolute gaze!"

"A hero who led the Chinese team step by step to the top of Asia!"

"The final battle is about to begin!"

Studio.
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【So handsome! 】
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[Our charisma is absolutely amazing; Li Luo and I are the only ones carrying the charisma across all of Asia.]
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How did this confidence develop?

The national anthem segment has ended.

The guessing game is over.

The players from both sides took their positions on the green field.

"Now we will introduce the starting lineups of both sides."

"The Chinese team is using a 4-2-3-1 formation!"

Goalkeeper: Wang Dalei.

"Defenders: Mei Fang, Ren Hang, Zhang Linpeng, Zhang Chengdong."

"Double defensive midfielders: Zheng Zhi and Wu Xi."

"Central midfielders: Hao Junmin, Li Luo, Wu Lei."

Forward: Gao Lin.

"the other side."

"The South Korean team is also using a 4-2-3-1 formation!"

Goalkeeper: Kim Jin-hyeon.

"Defenders: Kim Jin-su, Kwak Tae-hwi, Kim Young-gwon, Cha Du-ri."

"Double defensive midfielders: Jang Hyun-soo and Ki Sung-yueng."

"Central midfielders: Park Joo-ho, Nam Tae-hee, Son Heung-min."

Forward: Lee Jung-hyup

Studio.

The number of viewers is increasing.
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[Finish washing the dishes and doing chores as quickly as possible, then enjoy watching the game!]
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I specifically booked a room at the hotel to watch the finals live. What time does the hotel open the doors the next morning? It's my first time staying there, so I don't know.
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My boss wants me to work overtime? I'm not going to work overtime! Missing this game might be a once-in-a-lifetime loss.
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Cha Du-ri, this remnant of the 2002 World Cup, is still playing? Is he 35 or 36 this year? Almost 40, right? I remember his tackles were really brutal.
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Don't panic. FIFA and the AFC are afraid of this. The referee is Fahani, the card master, who has zero tolerance even for tactical fouls and retaliatory actions.

The South Korean players glared fiercely at Lee Nak.

Beep!
Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The game officially begins.

Gao Lin kicks off and passes the ball back to the backfield.

The entire Chinese team quickly surged past the center circle.

The South Korean team, preparing to launch a high press, suddenly saw Lee Nak pass the ball with a powerful long pass!

The football lifted off the ground, tracing a beautiful arc in mid-air.

"Too direct!"

"Our strategy for a strong start."

"That's a great rumor!"

"It's passed on from point to point, not from person to person; whoever receives it keeps it."

The commentator's tone was excited.

A long pass shattered the South Korean team's high defense.

The ball's trajectory is precisely targeted at the weak side!

The Australian stadium erupted in thunderous applause as soon as the match began.

wing.

Mei Fang looked up at the falling football and slowed down slightly.

Lower your center of gravity and adjust your body orientation.

He couldn't help but think to himself: Receiving Li Luo's pass was fucking awesome!
The chest stopped.

It just so happened that Hao Junmin, who had just plugged in, stopped right there!
Pa~pa~
With continuous overlapping runs and coordinated attacks on the flanks, creating local numerical superiority, even a fool wouldn't make frequent mistakes when there's little interference.

South Korea's defenses quickly contracted.

"It seems like there's no chance? South Korea is moving very quickly!"

"Perrin has truly learned from Coach Hecking. He doesn't mean to overwhelm the South Korean team from the start, but to let the battle rage in South Korea's own half. The South Korean players who wanted to play high pressing can now only slink home."

"Let Li Luo fully utilize his talent for long passes and turn the game into a positional battle. Now, players with good footwork like Hao Junmin and Mei Fang are just waiting for Li Luo to come on."

"We're waiting."

Lee Nak, near the 14th zone of the South Korean team, made a misdirected stop on the ball, turned gracefully, and got rid of Nam Tae-hee's pressing.

The South Korean team set up a low defensive line in the midfield and backfield and did not easily lose their positions.

Sweep?

The sweeping in the midfield and forward areas is enough.

Li Luo's teammates didn't have any other ideas; they honestly helped him widen the attacking space. Even if they just ran around aimlessly, they still contributed to creating space.

It was accompanied by enthusiastic applause.

Li Luo stopped the ball again.

Someone else is coming.

"Li Tingxie!"

"Li Luo pulls the ball, and turns again!"

"He's shaken off two South Korean players in quick succession! The South Korean defense is starting to crumble! Lee Nak needs to pick up the pace! Oh no! Defensive midfielder Jang Hyun-soo has lost his position and bursts out decisively!"

Zhang Xianxiu's playing style is dirty.

He was so dirty that even Koreans called him dirty.

This defensive midfielder is proficient in many martial arts moves: deadly consecutive tackles, knee strikes to the opponent's abdomen, elbow strikes to the opponent's face, leg strikes that can break a man's genitals, hitting referees, hitting teammates, and he never shows mercy even to his fellow Koreans.

At this moment.

He used the most efficient method to hinder Li Luo's terrifyingly rapid pace of movement in an instant.

Put the shovel in!

Show your cleats and put down the shovel!

The shoe studs reflected the cold glint of the spotlight!

Like a knife, it was about to slash hard at Li Luo's ankle!
With his god-like perspective, Li Luo controlled all the dynamic information on the field.

Accurately predict body position and distance.

Step on the ball with your right foot, bringing it to a stop in front of you. With a slight turn of your body, shorten the distance between you and the ball, then pull it back with your left foot.

The whole process was leisurely and relaxed.

The football rolled gently along the arc of the turn, its elegant trajectory casting a shadow under the spotlight. Li Luo's body, like a revolving door, perfectly blocked Zhang Xianxiu's flying tackle.

"Masterful demeanor!"

"Four taels is a thousand pounds!"

"Incredible ball control precision, elegant and graceful ball control and turn."

"Easily resolved."

Zhang Xianxiu didn't manage to scoop anything up; because of the force of his charge, he slid half a meter across the grass.

It's been shoveled up.

He tackled his teammate, Li Tingxie.

No one paid any attention to the heart-wrenching screams of pain.

Because Li Luo had suddenly accelerated and launched an explosion.

Like a sharp blade, it plunged fiercely into the South Korean team's penalty area!

The terrifying pace was displayed in an instant.

Left foot, left foot, left foot, right foot!

Right foot, right foot, right foot, right foot, left foot!

Speed ​​up or slow down! Speed ​​up or slow down!
One man charging into the fray, facing a complete encirclement? This scene instantly ignited the atmosphere, leaving countless viewers breathless and exhilarated! It was absolutely stunning!

"Pretty!"

"Pretty!"

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Faced with a tight defense, Li Luo danced in the South Korean penalty area!"

"The ball hasn't been lost yet!!!"

"Football seems to have become one with him!"

"The ultimate battle between spear and shield!"

"The sharpest spear, Li Luo."

"The strongest shield, the South Korean defense."

Studio.
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[Holy crap!]
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[Even the Koreans risked using their physical strength, and they still couldn't take down my Luo?]
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Is this still the same Li Luo who was often brought down by tough guys cutting down trees in the Bundesliga and Europa League?
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You guys are really fast at typing.

Courtside.

Perrin opened his mouth wide.

He clearly saw the South Korean players frantically shoving and bumping into Li Luo, but they just couldn't knock him down!
It couldn't even affect Li Luo's ball-touching accuracy!
The other side.

Stielike looked shocked.

Even if there were eight pigs with thirty-two thick legs, they might not be able to stop the Chinese genius in the penalty area!

VIP private room.

Sitting next to a group of village officials, football legend Pelé stared wide-eyed.

'That ball control? That core strength? Including the football intelligence and vision shown in that penetrating long pass earlier.'

'This kid has the basic qualities to become a football king!!!'

'Maybe in the future they can be like me! Surpassing all the brilliant stars of their time!'

Followed by.

An even more unexpected scene unfolded!
Snapped!
Li Luo delivered a cross-court pass that pierced through multiple defenders.

The football overflowed and rolled towards the perfect vacuum zone.

Who's there?
Lift your foot a little!
An open goal!
Countless Chinese viewers in front of their television sets were deeply moved at that moment.

That's a great story.

That's a brilliant story.

What kind of awareness? What kind of perspective?

Even a fool could feel the greatness of China's genius at this moment.

If you let me go up and kick, I can kick the ball into the net.

"Gao Lin!!!" The commentator's heart skipped a beat.

Gao Lin, nickname: Gao the Airplane.

Who doesn't know where this nickname came from?

It's built up from countless memorable moments of missing open goals!

The most outrageous incident occurred during the match between Evergrande and Yanbian Funde. Gao Lin was only one meter away from the goal line, so close that it seemed he could easily put the ball into the net with a simple kick. Yet, he managed to send the ball flying from the ground, into the air, and crashing directly into the stands, shocking countless spectators.

Missing a shot is harder than scoring one!
The South Korean team is not stupid.

They've proven their ability to set a new Asian Cup record for clean sheets.

Ji Chengyong.

This Premier League midfielder reacted extremely quickly.

Almost as soon as the defense was broken, he threw himself over hard, trying to block the shot from the Chinese center forward with his body!

The entire South Korean defense line that had been tightly encircling Li Luo also collapsed in an instant.

pity.

Gao Lin controlled the ball and adjusted, but didn't shoot at all.

Make a play!

The football moves back and forth, returning to the same point it came from.

Snapped!
It was blocked by Guo Taihui's foot.

The football went out of control and bounced high into the air.

next second.

Its fleeting trajectory led it to a brief reunion with the red figure it had just been entwined with.

"This type of semi-high ball"

"Wow!"

Li Luo's figure swooped down like a falcon, then suddenly contracted his waist and abdomen, his torso instantly taut like a fully drawn bow.

The bow is fully drawn, like a full moon.

The arrow flew like a shooting star.

Bah!
98. Header!
A dull thud suddenly erupted, and the football instantly transformed into a whistling cannonball, hurtling towards the top corner of the South Korean goal with a sharp, piercing sound!
The South Korean goalkeeper, Kim Jin-hyeon, who was wearing light makeup, suddenly narrowed his eyes. His arm had just been raised halfway in the air when his body's diving motion was completely unable to keep up with the speed of the header.

They could only watch helplessly as the ball grazed the inside of the goalpost and went into the net.

1:0! ! !

The audience was shocked!

A thunderous roar echoed through the Australian stadium, followed by a moment of deathly silence, as if the entire stadium was holding its breath, unable to process what had just happened.

The next second, cheers erupted like a landslide and a tsunami!

Countless figures leaped from their seats, and the national flag and red jerseys surged in the stands as everyone shouted the names of their Chinese heroes at the top of their lungs.

Li Luo got up and jogged away.

His teammates followed one after another behind him, as if chasing a beam of light.

Step over the billboard.

They rushed across the wide track.

The hem of her red dress fluttered wildly in the night wind.

Ahead, the red ocean woven from countless hands and countless national flags is churning violently.

Arms raised high, shouts piercing the air as they crashed down.

Golden confetti drifted down.

Li Luo ran faster and faster toward the boiling red, plunging headlong into the carnival of Chinese football.

"Pretty!"

"Pretty!"

"The ball is in!"

"An absolutely domineering diving headbutt! Smash everything in its path!"

"Li Luo breaks the deadlock!"

"Asia's sharpest spear has pierced Asia's strongest shield!"

"He prevented the South Koreans from continuing their Asian Cup clean sheet record!"

"A breathtaking diving header!"

"Headbutt nuclear explosion!"

"Shining in Asia!"

"Asia's Pinnacle! Li Luo puts the Chinese team in the lead!"

Studio.

The barrage of comments flew by.
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[This level of core strength... Li Luo crushed the South Korean team!]
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Wow, that's amazing!
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[Holy crap, what kind of physical attributes are these? Combined with Luo Shen's ball control, what am I seeing?]
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Is this the level we'll see in the Asian Cup?
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Seriously, I'm a Juventus fan. Leaving aside the name I chose for my daughter, my wife and I are definitely going to have another child. When the baby is born, we'll see how far Li Luo has climbed in the league before deciding on a name.
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[Ryok, a good friend of the North Korean people.]
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[Awesome! 666!]

Courtside.

Perrin and the Chinese teaching assistants excitedly waved their fists.

"Adjust what?"

"No adjustments!"

The other side.

Stielike took a deep breath and pulled Ki Sung-yong aside to give him instructions.

He had to make a substitution.

Lee Jung-hyeop was injured by Jang Hyun-soo's shovel and was lying on a stretcher, looking pained.

Zhang Xianxiu shrugged, indicating that he did not intentionally tackle his teammate.

No one scolded him.

Because the South Korean players are still haunted by the fear of being dominated by Lee Nak.

That's terrifying, my god.

That Li was impossible to stop.

He doesn't look like a super-muscular, muscular man like Sanchez at all, but his mastery of core strength is terrifying. In dynamic combat, he can't be pulled, bumped, or pushed aside!

His key footwork, ball control accuracy, step frequency, and spatial awareness are all very strong!

VIP private room.

Pele looked up at the goal replay on the LED screen in mid-air: Li Luo, facing multiple defenders, had his stride frequency, body posture, and movements captured in slow motion from various angles.
Cheers erupted once again at the Australian stadium.

"That kid Li has the same vibe as me when I was young! Exactly the same!"

"Effortless, elegant, composed, and dynamic"

"And that formidable core power!"

"I don't want to believe what twists and turns might happen in the next few years, but I'm certain now that, as long as he stays healthy, he will conquer the world!"

The village officials around him looked displeased.

The competition has only just begun.

This jinx has been "cursing" the Chinese team and Li Luo, but why does it sound so unpleasant?

The game restarted in the middle circle.

The South Korean team adjusted their mindset and regrouped.

"We saw that the South Korean team had to make substitutions."

"Zhang Xianxiu tried to tackle Li Luo, but ended up tackling his teammate instead."

"Stilik looked normal. He has plenty of substitutes. He brought on his secret weapon - Cao Yongzhe."

"Pseudo-Ninth Tactic!"

"Cho Young-cheol's speed, running ability, and wing skills provide a new dimension for the South Korean team's midfield connection when he is in the center forward position, completely unleashing Son Heung-min's potential!"

"coming!"

"coming!"

The commentator is still explaining the facts!

The South Korean team has launched a massive, frenzied attack!
There was no complicated coordination, no infiltration involved, and no pseudo-Ninth tactic whatsoever.

Pass the ball to Son Heung-min!
Cha Du-ri pushed forward and passed the ball to Son Heung-min!
The others spread out in a fan-shaped attack.

Son Heung-min dribbles down the wing, drawing defenders all the way!
Facing Zhang Chengdong's aggressive tackle.

Korean boy Sun abruptly stopped.

He slammed his left toe on the left side of the ball, his body leaning forward half an inch due to inertia, and his right hand instinctively touched his knee—it was a feint.

Emergency stop!

Zhang Chengdong, who only switched to playing as a full-back in this Asian Cup, has been fooled.

Son Heung-min's left foot didn't leave the ball; instead, he gently flicked it away. The movement was too light, like he was testing the waters.

Zhang Chengdong was very focused. Thinking that the opponent was going to cut to the middle, he quickly turned his body and stretched out his right foot to hook the ball.

But just a second before his foot touched the ball.

Changes occur suddenly.

South Korea's Son suddenly circled around with his right foot and pulled the ball away.

"oops!"

"Zhang Chengdong was outmaneuvered by the Leverkusen striker in the blink of an eye!"

"Fried meatballs!"

"Sudden stop and change of direction, like a fried dough ball, a double feint!"

“What a gap!”

"Son Heung-min, who came up through the Bundesliga youth academy, is making breakthroughs on the wing like he's crossing the street!"

"Our outstanding young players must also go out into the world as soon as possible."

Everything happened very quickly.

Wu Lei and Zheng Zhi quickly covered the gap and prevented South Korea's Son Heung-min from cutting inside.

in a blink.

Son Heung-min, who was cutting towards the inside, suddenly pushed the ball to the outside.

Possesses the ability to maintain balance on both feet.

It's difficult for ordinary defenders to predict the direction of his pass.

"Son Heung-min passed the ball to his senior teammate Cha Du-ri, who had made a run down the flank!"

"They played like a team."

"No sticky balls."

"Cha Du-ri is playing very comfortably. He is a full-back who can't keep up with tactical changes, but he is very effective. He goes down to the byline and crosses the ball when there is no one interfering with him!"

The Chinese team's penalty area.

Tall figures leaped up, but hit nothing.

The position after the dot.

"oops!"

"Danger!"

Ki Sung-yueng suddenly made a run, controlled the ball with his chest, and was about to shoot when a red figure suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Li Luo!

Swansea City's midfield is on high alert!
Holy crap! How did this kid predict that he would be moving into this position?

Snapped!
The football was blocked out of bounds.

Wang Dalei watched Li Luo's retreating figure, filled with immense gratitude.

The entire audience sighed.

Chinese fans are on edge: This is a bit dangerous!

The commentator was also deeply moved.

It feels like we could be tied at any moment!

The Chinese national football team's defense is struggling to withstand the South Korean team's sharp and concise attacks!
Li Luo patted his head.

He used the spatial rehearsal again, and his mental energy was completely drained.

Will the upcoming matches become very difficult?

The offense is fine, but what about the defense?
suddenly.

In the system panel, Beckenbauer's "Commands" module shines brightly!
A cold, mechanical, synthesized voice quietly began to play!
[Julius Caesar's letter to Agrippa: Know that every step he takes is on the path of divine destiny; when he makes his decisions, you are his prudent advisors; when he moves forward, you are his solid shield.]

Even when trapped in dire straits, needing to support the national football team's defense with one foot, I, Li Luo, am still invincible in the world.

In an instant.

One legendary phantom after another.

It struggled out from behind Li Luo!

(End of this chapter)