Anfield.
Li Luo exchanged shirts with Firmino, an old acquaintance from the Bundesliga.
"Li..."
The Brazilian striker wanted to say something, but the setting was wrong, so he held back. Thinking of his first encounter with the Chinese prodigy in the Bundesliga, then comparing it to tonight's match, it all felt like a dream. Some people simply seemed born for football.
Li Luo patted his shoulder, then joined his teammates in thanking the Manchester United fans in the away stands.
A cold, mechanical synthesized voice quietly sounded.
[Congratulations! Obtained: Liverpool Golden Treasure Chest.]
A gleaming golden chest slowly appeared.
Liverpool's crest was engraved on its surface.
[Opening treasure chest...] [Congratulations! Obtained: Salah's "Pharaoh's Left Foot" module.] [If I play badly, it's definitely not my fault. It must be my teammates, the coach, or the pitch!] [If I don't score, it must be my teammates' fault. Their passes aren't good enough!]
The module's name sounded impressive.
In reality, it was simply cutting inside from the right and curling a shot with the left foot.
That ability offered the current Li Luo no improvement.
In actual match situations, it could even make him worse.
For example, it was like holding a dragon-slaying blade, only to insist on using an inferior weapon.
Li Luo was too strong now.
He was a max-level character in purely physical, technical, and tactical terms!
The score displayed on the overhead LED screen delighted Manchester United fans around the world.
All those preseason worries about "champion fatigue theory," "team life-cycle theory," and "sports human capital depreciation theory" vanished.
They had comfortably beaten Chelsea in the Community Shield.
In the third round of the Premier League, they had conquered Anfield.
Those results were enough to prove that the Red Devils Dynasty of the Li