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Starting as a Defensive Midfielder at Real Madrid

Chapter 213 - 211: Cesc, Don’t Run—Changing Leagues Won’t Save You · Nov 11, 2026

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201 Chapter 201 - 199: Two Matches, Three Goals Created—The Dominant Core Keeps Rising, Trouble Ahead for Manchester United 2026-11-11
202 Chapter 202 - 200: He’s Not Here to Challenge—He’s Here to Conquer the Premier League! 2026-11-11
203 Chapter 203 - 201: The Premier League Landscape After Three Consecutive Wins – A Well-Deserved August Best! 2026-11-11
204 Chapter 204 - 202: FIFA Virus Takes Its Toll—Li Ang as the Ultimate Safety Net! 2026-11-11
205 Chapter 205 - 203: Chelsea in Danger! Time to Call on the Little Lion to Rescue the Team! 2026-11-11
206 Chapter 206 - 204: A Hero in Crisis—The First Real Fixture Test of the Season 2026-11-11
207 Chapter 207 - 205: In London, Lose to Anyone but Spurs? Never! 2026-11-11
208 Chapter 208 - 206: Me? I Love Playing Against Old Friends 2026-11-11
209 Chapter 209 - 207: Robin Hood Chelsea, Generous Givers to Liverpool 2026-11-11
210 Chapter 210 - 208: The Little Beast Fooled Lame by Li Ang 2026-11-11
211 Chapter 211 - 209: Li Ang’s Plan to Reach Double-Doubles in Half a Season 2026-11-11
212 Chapter 212 - 210: The Little Lion Gives the Youngsters Another Masterclass 2026-11-11
213 Chapter 213 - 211: Cesc, Don’t Run—Changing Leagues Won’t Save You 2026-11-11
214 Chapter 214 - 212: Li Ang’s Been Waiting to Unleash on Guardiola’s Team 2026-11-11
215 Chapter 215 - 213: The First Hat-Trick of His Career! 2026-11-11
216 Chapter 216 - 214: Letting the Youngsters Play? That’s Not “Throwing the Game”—It’s Called Smart Rotation! 2026-11-11
217 Chapter 217 - 215: Fighting for First Place in the Champions League Group—Li Ang and Zlatan Go Wild 2026-11-11
218 Chapter 218 - 216: Premier League’s Top Chance Creator, Top Three in Two Charts, Best Defender—This Is Li Ang! 2026-11-11
219 Chapter 219 - 217: Fiery Little Lion in Protective Mode, Live and Online 2026-11-11
220 Chapter 220 - 218: Who Advances in the Final Round? The King of London Decides 2026-11-11
221 Chapter 221 - 219: Let’s See What You’re Made Of, Youth Brigade 2026-11-11
222 Chapter 222 - 220: You Want Me to Choose? Then I Pick Bayern in the Knockout Stage! 2026-11-11
223 Chapter 223 - 221: 13 Goals + 10 Assists, Double Double Achieved! 2026-11-11
224 Chapter 224 - 222: First Knockout Round Against PSG — Li Ang Wants 272 to Feel Despair! 2026-11-11
225 Chapter 225 - 223: Set a Small Goal First—Let’s Win the League Cup 2026-11-11
226 Chapter 226 - 224: Welcome Back to the Era of the Iron-Blooded Blues Dominating the Premier League! 2026-11-11
227 Chapter 227 - 225: Premier League Overlords, Kings of London! 2026-11-11
228 Chapter 228 - 226: Premier League’s Top Star? He Already Is 2026-11-11
229 Chapter 229 - 227: Starting the Year with Two Young Bulls — Mourinho’s Foundation-Laying Frenzy 2026-11-11
230 Chapter 230 - 228: See You in the League Cup Final! 2026-11-11
231 Chapter 231 - 229: Another Award Season, Mourinho’s Real Madrid Hauls It In 2026-11-11
232 Chapter 232 - 230: Manchester United Doesn’t Want to Be Graceful? Then Let’s Help Them Be! 2026-11-11
233 Chapter 233 - 231: City Breathing Down Their Necks, Mourinho Makes a Decision 2026-11-11
234 Chapter 234 - 232: The Premier League Revival – Pep vs. Mou, Clash for the Top 2026-11-11
235 Chapter 235 - 233: Damn, We’ve Become the Stand-Ins 2026-11-11
236 Chapter 236 - 234: Reconciled League Leaders, Ecstatic Arsenal Meet Misery 2026-11-11
237 Chapter 237 - 235: Defensive Crisis – Trouble Ahead for Chelsea? 2026-11-11
238 Chapter 238 - 236: Coach, Let Me Play Center-Back! 2026-11-11
239 Chapter 239 - 237: ”I Can Really Do This! Want to Give It a Try?!” 2026-11-11
240 Chapter 240 - 238: This Time, the Lafite’s on Me! 2026-11-11
241 Chapter 241 239: I Won’t Just Shut You Down—I’m Scoring Over You Too 2026-11-11
242 Chapter 242 240: The Clutch Prince, Opener of Carnage 2026-11-11
243 Chapter 243 241: Winning by Four Isn’t Enough—Leon, the Ruthless One 2026-11-11
244 Chapter 244 242: A Lavish 20+18—Leon’s Statement 2026-11-11
245 Chapter 245 243: The Premier League’s Common Enemy—The Little Lion 2026-11-11
246 Chapter 246 244: So You’re Also Attracted by Looks 2026-11-11
247 Chapter 247 245: Pep, Every Encounter in This World Is... 2026-11-11
248 Chapter 248 246: Double Twenty, League Cup Champion—I Want It All! 2026-11-11
249 Chapter 249 247: A Season in Miniature, Born a Champion 2026-11-11
250 Chapter 250 2026-11-11

”De Bruyne suddenly whips in a cross! Zlatan’s on the move… heads it down! Li Ang’s charging in! A volley—GOAL!!! Oh my word!!! A thunderous volley from outside the box!!! What a worldie from Li Ang!

The Little Lion only scores bangers!!!”

”Beautiful—!!! Beautiful!!! Just so beautiful! Oh wow, what a goal!”

In the CCTV 5 broadcast studio, lead commentator He Wei did his usual professional job, layering his excitement with solid commentary.

But guest pundit Xu Yang… well, he fell into his old habits—excitedly repeating ”beautiful” like a broken record.

Still, his enthusiasm was undeniable, and most fans watching wouldn’t mind a bit of awkwardness—it only made the moment feel more real.

Because in that moment, everyone was buzzing.

Ever since last season, Li Ang had shown a knack for scoring screamers. Compared to other young midfielders, he definitely had more long-range stunners under his belt.

But no, he didn’t only score worldies—despite what He Wei had joked.

Still, this strike—an on-the-run volley just outside the D—was possibly the most spectacular goal of his career so far.

If there was any rival to it, maybe that fluke beauty from last season—the ”Peach Blossom Sword”—came close.

So whether it was the broadcasters or the fans, everyone was rightfully fired up.

It was another historic goal. Another special moment. And in the Champions League, no less!

Some Chinese fans even posted memes: ”Is Li Ang secretly sparring with Zlatan in training, practicing these volleys?”

Because this kind of strike was insanely difficult—but when it connected, it was pure cinema.

Li Ang himself was thrilled.

He knew he had the physical tools for this kind of shot—core strength, flexibility, long-range accuracy, and shooting power.

But technique wasn’t everything. These goals also needed a bit of instinct, of timing, and, frankly, luck.

So yeah, he could shoot—but would it go in? He was never sure.

Still, he never shied away from trying. And he wasn’t afraid to miss.

Worst case, he blasts it into the stands and gives the German media something to laugh about.

But this time? Success. So he had every right to milk the moment with his teammates.

Once again, he was the center of attention.

On the touchline, Schalke’s young manager Jens Keller could only sigh and complain to his assistants.

”What rotten luck,” he muttered.

After all, goals like that are rare, even for the best players.

He didn’t believe Li Ang could hit those consistently—not yet, anyway.

Across from him, Mourinho was all smiles, joking with assistant Steve Holland that Li Ang had ”lucked out again with another miracle goal.”

”Looks like our shooting luck’s pretty good today. The old German keeper’s a little slow off his line—we better tell the boys to keep firing.”

Relaxed, drink in hand, Mourinho was clearly enjoying himself.

Back on the pitch, Li Ang was soaking it in, too.

He lifted his shorts to show off his muscular thigh—his go-to celebration after a screamer. A move he shamelessly borrowed from Ronaldo.

It was just outside the top of the arc, but the sheer beauty of the strike was enough to justify the flex.

The broadcast director zoomed in on Li Ang’s thigh, then his face—handsome and composed.

Even some of the Chinese fans who had been skeptical of his decision to leave Real Madrid had to admit:

Young, talented, marketable—Li Ang had the full package.

Staying at Real as a supporting actor would’ve been a waste.

Watching him shine now, surrounded by Chelsea players who clearly rallied around him as their leader, that long-held bitterness finally began to fade.

Li Ang, for his part, wasn’t thinking about any of that.

After the celebration, he jogged back with his teammates, joking and laughing.

But just before play resumed, he spotted some of Schalke’s young players looking completely dejected.

A flicker of sympathy passed through his heart.

But then the referee blew the whistle—and just like that, the sympathy vanished.

Because he remembered his own early years.

Playing for Real Betis in Spain’s second division. Returning to Madrid and facing Barça for the first time.

Back then, did those Segunda veterans or Messi show him any mercy?

No. Messi torched him, ruthlessly.

If he hadn’t been mentally tough, that game might’ve broken him.

So no, he wasn’t going to go easy on Schalke’s starlets.

He kept pressing Draxler and Meyer like always, locking them out of the game.

And without their attacking mid and left winger functioning, Schalke’s offense was basically paralyzed.

Any team, when both their key creators are shut down, struggles to break through.

Unless they’re playing without the ball.

But that was even worse—off-ball Draxler and Meyer weren’t as good as some of Schalke’s veteran subs.

Atsuto Uchida tried overlapping down the flank, working with Clemens to exploit Chelsea’s left side.

But Matic had them covered. Clemens had zero hope of cutting inside.

Uchida did manage a few crosses from deep—but up top, Boateng couldn’t get the better of Terry in the air.

If he was arriving late from midfield, sure. But as a lone striker battling the league’s strongest defender? Forget it.

Boateng only bullied defenders who lacked physicality or were bad at clearing the ball.

Terry wasn’t either of those things.

Boateng had to get smart—drift away from Terry, create space, look for combinations.

But with his best potential partners—Draxler and Meyer—both being nullified by Li Ang, that plan fell apart too.

Chelsea’s defense, led by Li Ang and Matic, dismantled Schalke’s entire attack.

And for German fans in the stands, watching that ironclad midfield screen felt all too familiar.

The headaches returned.

So did the memories.

Li Ang—no matter what league he played in—always seemed to show up when it mattered most.

Always teaching someone, somewhere, a painful lesson.

And today, in Gelsenkirchen, he was back at it again.

The Little Lion doesn’t care who you are. If you’re a rising star, get ready. Class is in session.

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