There was almost no space left, including the dead zone at the top left corner of the goal.
He was six foot five, standing slightly left, with his reach covering the entire left area of the goal, even the angle.
Moreover, his anticipation was precise, as Lu Yang indeed aid for the top left corner, and his dive was absolutely correct!
But...
The soccer ball had already appeared behind Aluci’s hand.
He was too slow!
By the ti he covered the dead zone in the top left corner, the football had already passed him.
Bam!
The football charged straight into the net, hitting the top left corner area of the net.
The entire net was instantly pulled taut!
The football and the net began to grapple at this mont.
The forr was a raging beast, while the latter was the hunter’s net.
A second later, the net loosened, seemingly capturing the football.
But when the cara panned to the goal, there was a noticeable pause.
Then the cara zood in, zood in again, and discovered...
In the goal... there was no football!
What happened?
Did the ball not go in?
So it actually hit the outer side of the net?
But Lu Yang was shooting from the center, not from zero angle, how could it hit the outer side of the net?
The next second, the cara zood in further.
The middle part of the top left of the net, with several broken net strings, seed to explain why the football wasn’t in the net.
Because the net had... been breached by the ball!
Bang!
The entire Juventus Stadium erupted in loud discussions.
Not celebrations, not complaints, but sounds no less intense than the two, perhaps even more so.
"What did I just see? Is this real?"
"So... Lu Yang’s shot pierced through the net?"
"I suddenly feel grateful our central defenders didn’t block that; I don’t want them breaking a leg!"
"Oh my God! Luckily, Aluci didn’t get his hand on it, otherwise, his hand might have shattered!"
"How can a football shoot through the net? This isn’t scientific!"
"If the ball hits the net head-on, it won’t break it, but it’s possible at the edges. When the net at the edges is pulled taut, it creates intersecting tension. It’s like most leaks in multilateral balloons occur at the corners."
"But isn’t this too exaggerated? Is this a long shot? This is basically launching a missile!"
"This guy is practically a human RPG!"
"What do you an? I only know RBQ!"
"A rocket-propelled grenade, commonly referred to as a rocket launcher. Though suddenly, I think... let’s talk about the RBQ you ntioned..."
After scoring, Lu Yang jogged all the way to the corner flag area, then shouted into the microphone: "Now, tell , who is today’s King of Long Shots! Tell !"
"Lu!" San Remo fans chanted in unison, "Lu is the king!"
"Lu is the king!"
"Lu is the king!"
Many comntators who had previously praised Drake now felt a bit embarrassed at this mont.
Because... it’s fine to say Drake is good at long shots.
But to claim he is better at long shots than Lu Yang... can you justify that to the net?
How do you explain the net’s sacrifice?
Poor quality?
Do you want Juventus to trouble you?
San Remo players could no longer contain their excitent and rushed over to shout around Lu Yang.
"Aweso! You’re the most aweso!"
"King of Long Shots! You are definitely the strongest King of Long Shots in all of Italy!"
"Today, you are stronger than Carrel!"
"You pierced the net! You’re invincible! Lu!"
"You’re too fierce! I’m starting to worry about Sofia’s safety now!"
Lu Yang was almost moved to tears by his teammates, who were shouting right next to him. Couldn’t you guys speak properly? I’m right here, can’t you stop shouting?
If you keep shouting, my ears will really go deaf!
After teammates finally scattered, Sotu and the rest of the coaching team rushed over: "Aweso, this is definitely the best long shot I’ve ever seen, the best!"
Lu Yang could only painfully point to his ears and wave his fingers.
aning, your voices are too loud, I’m going deaf in one ear.
But the next mont, whether it was the fans on site, Lu Yang’s teammates, or the coaches, they all started celebrating again, even louder.
Because they thought Lu Yang’s gesture ant: "Are you guys talking? Can you speak louder? Friends upstairs, let hear your voices! All the audience, follow the rhythm, join in!"
Don’t doubt it, in their hearts, Lu Yang was exactly this good at stirring things up.
Think back to Lu Yang’s performance during the last match against Samp, things like "just this", "I’m about to fall asleep", "Did I even play", "I asked Sotu to sub out at halfti, because I don’t like bullying the weak", etc.
Compared to that, Lu Yang’s behavior today was already very restrained and elegant.
He just asked everyone to be a little louder, a simple request from Brother Lu, couldn’t everyone satisfy him?
"King of Long Shots!"
"King of Long Shots!"
"King of Long Shots!"
The entire stadium was completely boiling.
...
Halfti break, in the team’s locker room.
Watching his teammates coming and going, Lu Yang still couldn’t hear much.
Damn!
Sotu and Morici both looked quite serious.
Even though Lu Yang’s brace allowed them to tie with Ro at 2-2 in the first half.
But indeed there was a certain gap in strength between the two teams’ players.
San Remo was not weak, that’s for sure, their setup was quite decent even among Serie B teams.
Lu Yang and Morici stood out.
The forr could score, might not score a lot against weaker teams, but always managed to produce so miracle goals against stronger ones, impossible to defend, or rather, undefendable.
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