At the mont the football entered the net.
Everyone was still in shock, but Lu Yang was already excitedly running.
He did it!
He didn’t lose!
He ran towards the corner flag area, taking large strides, and jumped into the air.
Then he spun around in mid-air, revealing his back to the cara and the audience in the stands.
Boom!
As his feet landed, he descended like a War God from the heavens.
His hands naturally hung down, his back slightly arched.
No one had ever done this celebration before, and no one knew what it ant.
But... for so reason, everyone was ignited by this celebration!
The stadium was filled with the sound of a roaring tide!
"GOAL!!"
"The ball is in!!"
"A mysterious curve! A perfect free kick!"
"Lu Yang clinched the match! There’s no ti left, Tulis has no ti left!"
"This was the first ti Lu Yang took a free kick in a match, and his first career free kick goal!"
"Ladies and gentlen, you’re watching the focal match of the thirty-eighth round of the Italian D League, San Remo versus Tulis. In the 95th minute of the match, Lu Yang killed the ga with a perfect free kick, leading San Remo to overturn the score with a hat trick."
"Four to three! San Remo leads four to three!"
"The Tulis players can’t believe it; they could accept a draw, but not a defeat!"
"Lu Yang descended like a deity! At this mont, he is the king of the Italian D Division!"
"The wound at the corner of his eye was bleeding again, as if reminding everyone how terrifying an injured beast can be!"
"Anyone who watched this match will undoubtedly agree with my evaluation of Lu Yang as the toughest man in Italian Football!"
"The San Remo players rushed onto the field, celebrating wildly!"
"Half a season, from the relegation zone to the top of the league, this is the wildest surge in the history of Italian Football!"
"Congratulations to San Remo, they’ve won their first championship trophy in team history! This is a significant achievent!"
"Congratulations to Sotu, when he took over San Remo mid-season, no one believed in him; everyone thought the butcher didn’t know how to coach a football team. But Sotu proved everyone wrong with facts. He not only knows coaching, but also knows how to win titles! He brought his championship genes to San Remo on the northwest coast of Italy!"
"Congratulations to Lu Yang, he’s beco a hero! San Remo’s eternal hero! Eighteen goals, twelve assists; he’s the efficiency king of this year’s Italian D League, bar none!"
"Congratulations to Morici, as the team’s tactical core, who led the team along with Lu Yang to clinch the league title, proving that small stature can have its glory days! Small stature can take on big responsibilities! anwhile, with his six goals and seventeen assists, he claid the assist king title of this year’s Italian D League in just half a season!"
"If you gave him and Lu Yang another half season, they would definitely refresh a series of Italian D League records. But regrettably, they can no longer refresh the Italian D Division records because next season they will be moving up to the Italian Third Division with San Remo!"
"Congratulations to Vedian, his goal today marked the beginning of San Remo’s counterattack, and he proved with this goal that he never falters at crucial monts! He crowned himself the league gold shoe of this year’s Italian D League! With a 25 10 record this season, which is considered perfect, he has had a marvelous season and will have bright prospects ahead, let’s wish him well!"
"Oh... Lu Yang is sprinting; he’s refusing his teammates’ celebration; he’s rushing to the stands! My God... is it Sofia!"
For so reason, at the most thrilling and exciting mont, Lu Yang only wanted to find the woman who had cried for him in the stands earlier, to celebrate, to embrace her, and then tell her not to cry because we didn’t lose!
Shaking off various teammates, Lu Yang climbed over the stands and rushed to Sofia.
Without any hesitation, they embraced tightly.
"Don’t cry, Sofia without tears is the most beautiful woman in the world!"
No one knows how long the embrace lasted, but Lu Yang and Sofia slowly cald down, and Lu Yang felt his body heat up.
Sofia also, after the initial excitent, beca shy, and a blush appeared rapidly on her cheeks.
"So am I not good-looking when I cry?" Sofia was sowhat worried, as she had cried in front of national audiences.
"Crying Sofia can only rank second in the world," Lu Yang uttered charmingly rustic sweet talk.
Maniero was retching on the side.
But Sofia was deeply enamored, captivated totally.
She wrapped her arms around Lu Yang’s neck, and her lips slowly moved towards Lu Yang.
At that mont, people around them, fans, reporters were all bewildered.
The viewers in front of their televisions felt the sa.
All caras without a doubt focused on the two of them.
Their figures appeared on various TV stations.
Online, netizens expressing their imdiate reactions with texts delivered their sorrow.
"Oh my God! Why Sofia!"
"No, that’s my goddess!"
"Oh my God, is Sofia dating Lu Yang?"
"I can’t take it!"
"Clearly, Lu Yang deserves credit for the goal, but why do I just want to duel him now?"
"Lost, lost, all the n in Europe ultimately lost to a sixteen-year-old Chinese..."
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