He wants to grab the football before Lu Yang regains his balance!
If Lu Yang falls, even better.
At this mont, everyone was watching the football and the people on both sides.
One was the sprinting Dominic.
The other was Lu Yang, staggering and flailing his arms but still showing signs of falling.
After all, the one he collided with was France Team’s main center back!
Can Lu Yang...
Bam!
Lu Yang completely lost his balance and started to fall.
Countless Italian fans held their heads!
So close yet so far!
This was Italy’s closest mont to equalizing, but...
You can’t say Lu Yang didn’t perform well, because Lu Yang was charging from nearly ten ters behind France Team’s two center backs!
His speed was unmatched, exceeding everyone’s expectations.
Normally, Morici’s advanced pass would not have been considered a chance by others, but with Lu Yang, it beca an excellent attacking opportunity.
Just a little bit more, and this milk tea shop really won’t do, oh crap... just a little bit more!
Unfortunately, Lu Yang still couldn’t withstand the continuous fouls from France Team’s center backs.
This opportunity seems to have disappeared.
If the Main Referee is fair, Italy Team might get a free kick opportunity.
If he’s a bit blind, he might not make a call.
But even so, Kuba’s position is too far from the goal, not a good chance.
How could it compare to this one-on-one in front of us?
The cara zood in, Lu Yang losing balance completely, dirt flying from his feet.
Zidane, chasing all the way back, watched the dirt sprayed from Lu Yang’s feet, this... didn’t seem like the traction one should have when losing balance.
This was more like... the push-off force before an eruption!
"Careful! He’s going to shoot!"
Zidane shouted in panic from behind.
But it was too late!
Dominic couldn’t hear his shout at all, even if he did, it was too late.
Because Lu Yang, before stumbling and falling, dove out like a fish.
He threw himself into the sky.
As he descended, his charge towards the ball was unstoppable.
Bam!
Lu Yang’s head reached the football first, the ball soared out.
Imdiately after, Lu Yang and Dominic collided.
Both curled up and rolled painfully on the grass.
But no one cared about the two of them anymore.
Everyone was watching the football headed by Lu Yang.
The ball flew over Dominic’s arm and fell toward the goal.
Lande tried hard to climb up from the ground, using hands and feet, attempting a breakout on the goal line.
Zidane sprinted desperately behind Lande.
Kuba dashed over Lande a step ahead, even leaped past Lu Yang and Dominic’s positions, holding a piece of torn blue jersey from Lu Yang.
But the black and white elf still dashed towards the goal line first, stirring up a white spray.
The ball, went in!
"GOAL! GOAL! GOAL!"
"My God! It’s in! The ball is in! Lu Yang scored this incredible goal miraculously!"
"Equalized! Italy Team equalized with France Team!"
"There are less than three minutes left in the ga! Italy Team created a miracle!"
"From down 1-3 to 3-3, Italy Team accomplished it in less than fifteen minutes!"
"Although this is only the first match of this European Cup, I think this goal could very well be the most spectacular goal of this European Cup!"
"Blue lightning streaks across the field, unstoppable! Lu Yang is too fast!"
"Another San Remo connection! Morici understands Lu Yang too well! He knew Lu could catch up with that ball, he knew it!"
"A natural scorer! Lu Yang’s final shooting action was sothing no one could imagine! This was an unconventional shooting action!"
"He flung himself out, a line-breaking point-blank shot."
"This is a great goal! Kuba tore apart Lu Yang’s jersey, yet it couldn’t stop Lu Yang’s acceleration and surpassing! As Lu Yang charged, he was simply like a land tank!"
"It’s crazy! Forty ters of high-speed sprint, unstoppable! Invincible! Lu Yang is truly invincible!"
Rumble!
The fans on-site were all stunned by this goal.
Whether it was Italian fans or France Team fans.
At this mont, everyone had only one thought in mind, which was... too strong!
This young man is too strong!
"This goal, why do I have a familiar feeling about it?" Among the many football legends and superstars watching this opening match, Best was one of them.
"I think, maybe it’s because this goal is similar to the third goal scored by France Team," Manchester United’s coach, Lord, said, "although the styles are completely different, the essence is the sa, creating an excellent opportunity by using absolute speed to surpass several people."
Mr. Winter also nodded and said, "In fact, Italy Team’s first and second goals were the sa. The first goal Lu Yang scored with a volley, just like France Team’s breakthrough."
"Italy’s second goal, the assisting thod Lu Yang chose was the sa as Zidane’s thod, both using the preemptive rhythm of dynamic positioning."
"He’s learning! Or rather, he has the ability to learn or mimic the playing style of anyone!" Barça’s coach, Gudiola, also seed to casually say, without awkwardness, "This proves that his brain is very capable, this is the brain of a midfield master!"
Chelsea’s coach, Zuka Felish, also appeared in the VIP stands and said, "At the sa ti, this also ans he has the foundation to mimic everyone’s playing styles... which is what people call the basics!"
"He’s too well-rounded, frighteningly well-rounded! Speed, confrontation, vision, running ability, defensive and offensive passing and shooting... he has redefined what football positions an for players."
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