The center back being bounced off was unexpected; at this mont, he was in a state of weightlessness.
Lu Yang being bounced off was expected; he knew what consequences this impact would bring.
He was prepared!
Using this montum, Lu Yang turned from having his back facing the goal, with his body leaning backward, to facing the goal, still leaning backward.
During this process, Lu Yang’s right supporting foot rotated 180 degrees on the spot.
The turf was plowed into a deep indentation.
In this turning process, Lu Yang’s left foot kicked towards the football within its limited swing range.
Left foot!
Sudden power!
No doubt!
This was a turn-around Batigoal during a super strong confrontation!
At the mont the football was out, Lu Yang also completely fell and rolled on the ground.
The football flew swiftly past the left side of the defending player; the only thing the center back was thankful for was that he didn’t swing his arm while swaying his body.
Otherwise, his left hand would definitely be broken by the football!
Clang!
The intersection of the right post and crossbar was hit by the football, producing a muffled sound once again.
Then, snowflakes flew.
The net billowed.
San Remo leads three to one!
Lu Yang completed a hat-trick worthy of Batistuta!
"Roar!"
After scoring, Lu Yang roared at the opposing center back.
The excitent after such a strong confrontation was uncontrollable.
To so extent, this roar from Lu Yang was a recognition of the opponent’s defensive players.
Similar to saying, "You’re good, but I’m better!"
But obviously, the opponent was not a player with Talista’s personality.
The opponent shook his head helplessly, with a sense of accepting fate.
This is the difference between players and players.
If it were Talista or even Lu Yang, and the opponent scored and did this to them, they would definitely step up with a robust chest and hard head against the opponent, telling them that they shouldn’t be so arrogant!
These actions seem to have no impact on the match but actually maintain the team’s spirit and morale.
This roar was a killer move, completely dispelling Fanu’s morale.
They didn’t know how they should stop this god-like player.
That’s right, a War God!
In the eighty-second minute, Becher’s tried to slow down the pace.
But his dribbling near midfield was seen as a provocation by Fanu’s players.
They, later on, felt that Fanu could lose, but not without dignity.
Lu Yang could provoke them because Lu Yang was terrifyingly strong.
But Becher’s couldn’t.
Thus, Fanu’s players, like insecure children agitated by trivial details, rushed towards Becher’s furiously.
Even Becher himself was a bit dumbfounded.
What was happening?
Our left winger Belletti was half-disabled, already past his effectiveness, with his stamina almost depleted.
Our midfield had no organizing function, and any ball from our fullbacks would inevitably need to go through , Becher’s.
I, Becher’s, didn’t really want to dribble past anymore; it wasn’t necessary, we were already in a winnable situation, why look for a kicking?
Any dribbler king’s calves of any team must be full of bruises and scars, like the perpetual snow on Mount Siguniang, never lting.
If possible, Becher’s just wanted to pass the ball back and forth with the team in the backfield.
Fanu truly misunderstood him.
Bam!
Becher’s, seeing the opponent’s bloodshot eyes, hurriedly kicked the hot potato away.
In trouble, look for Brother Lu.
After Lu Yang received the ball, the opposing players imdiately charged at him.
Like a group of vicious dogs, seeing the ball as at.
Whoever held the ball, suffered the consequences.
Lu Yang’s left and right feet consecutively hung in the air, the right foot towards the left, the left foot forward.
A beautiful Fried atball dodged the opponent’s tackle.
Bam!
Big Step teor activated.
Lu Yang drove straight down the middle.
The opponent kept surrounding him, but every ti Lu Yang touched the ball, he subtly changed the football’s path. It didn’t seem significant, but it always allowed him to pull away from the opponent just in ti, leaving them a fraction of an inch away.
This advance always seed nerve-wracking yet filled with a sense of miracle.
Although there was still a gap compared to Kaka’s more effortless, perfect Big Step teor, it must be said that the vision of 99 helped Lu Yang achieve a still impressive experience.
Without the advantage brought by vision, what people would see is Lu Yang kicking the ball far ahead, and then before he touches it again, the football is confiscated by the opponent’s players.
Facing Lu Yang, Fanu’s center backs stepped forward together.
They knew that today’s shots from Lu Yang couldn’t be blocked.
They must stop him before he...
Bam!
A Fried atball, and Lu Yang brushed past both center backs.
Continuing to dribble!
Lu Yang was on a rampage!
Solo run!
The Fanu goalkeeper rushed out quickly, with only despair in his eyes.
At this mont, his figure was incomparably tragic.
Considering Lu Yang’s shooting habits and power, if he got hit by Lu Yang’s shot... it wouldn’t be called blocking or saving Lu Yang’s shot; it would be called getting hit by a big truck and having a traffic accident!
Needless to say, this goalkeeper truly used his body to block a cannonball.
He is a true warrior!
Bam!
The shot the goalkeeper imagined didn’t happen.
Lu Yang showed so fancy footwork and passed the goalkeeper with another Fried atball.
At this mont, the crowd roared!
No matter whose fan you are, seeing such a brilliant solo, you can only applaud for its magic.
Bam!
Lu Yang gently pushed the football into the net, expressing his stance.
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