Football Should Be Played Like Me

On the pitch, Turis' right back was still chattering, but everyone knew that he did kick Lu Yang's ankle.

Stepping on a bicycle itself is very easy to create fouls by the opponent's players, especially when the opponent makes a random kick.

Lu Yang's set of midfield dash and inward dribbling just now was like a different person. It was extremely sharp and efficient.

He ignored the opponent's entanglement, but took the football to the penalty spot.

There is no doubt that Lu Yang will take the penalty himself.

And in the San Remo team, no one has any objection to this, even the team's first penalty shooter Rondo.

Rondo knew that this was a game that belonged to Lu Yang.

Lu Yang will never steal anyone's success, but when the game is in trouble, he will always stand up and take on everything at the first time.

This is Lu Yang.

Seeing Lu Yang's figure about to take a penalty, Manello in the stands shook his head and said, "I suddenly couldn't bear to watch it any longer."

Carlisle took a deep breath. He was not so nervous when he took the penalty kick himself: "Are you worried about Sanremo losing?"

Manello shook his head and said, "I'm worried about the unwillingness on Lu Yang's face after San Remo lost. That kind of feeling makes people want to die. I have a deep understanding of this."

Ratuidi said: "Are you afraid he can't stand it? But if this is unacceptable, then it's better to stay away from football as soon as possible."

Manello said: "He can accept all the results, but I am afraid that he will lose his unremitting pursuit and struggle for victory from now on. In that case, it will be a loss for world football!"

The people around him didn't continue to speak. They didn't understand why Manello spoke so highly of Lu Yang.

Yes, there is no shortage of sincere people in this world.

But after defeat, how many people can still remain sincere and keep chasing victory?

After the team was eliminated, Hazard chatted and laughed with the opposing players. Although the other party is his friend, is his pursuit of victory really still the same at this moment?

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

There are only two people who can show that firm look in every game.

One is in football and the other is in basketball.

One is still struggling, and the other has left without warning because God wants to watch a basketball game.

Bang!

No bells and whistles.

Lu Yang took a powerful shot and the football flew straight to the top left corner of the goal.

Even if the goalkeeper had judged the right direction, he would not have been able to save the penalty, not to mention he had made a wrong judgment.

Lu Yang quickly ran to the goal, holding the football and running to the midfield.

The game time has come to the eighty-sixth minute.

"GOAL! Lu Yang hit a penalty kick, another goal for Sanremo! Sanremo trailed two to three. In this game, Lu Yang showed what it means to be tough. Sanremo is tough enough.

"If it weren't for the wave of injuries in the last two rounds and the loss of three main players in a row, Sanremo might not have lost today! What a pity!"

beep!

The game begins again.

The San Remo side launched a frantic pressing.

On Turis' side, he changed his previous offensive stance and started defending and delaying time tactics.

It's not long before the game, as long as they keep the score, they will be the champion of the league. What else can they attack?

What's more... After Lu Yang came up, San Remo's side was like a chicken blood, especially Lu Yang's midfield sweeping ability, which was shocking.

When Turis retreated, Sanremo began to take the initiative on the scene.

Lu Yang also began to push forward again and again.

In the 90th minute of the whole game, Morich stabbed straight through the three defenders and sent the ball to the feet of Lu Yang, who was pushing forward.

Lu Yang got the ball on the left side of the penalty area, and Turis' right back quickly blocked it.

Lu Yang repeated his old tricks, circling the football frantically with his legs.

Ride the bike continuously!

The Turis defender didn't dare to step this time, but his center of gravity was quickly moved by Lu Yang's serial dribbling.

Lu Yang seized the opportunity and kicked the ball backwards.

This is the front action for kicking the ball with the knee.

That is to pull the football back, but at the same time stab the football with the toe of the other foot.

This can create a sense of staggeredness that the player is about to stop the ball, but in fact the football is flying forward.

This will deceive the defensive player, which will lead to an offensive opportunity.

Turis' right-back's attention had been diverted by Lu Yang's bicycle, and he became suspicious and suspicious.

Now, as soon as Lu Yang's back kick came out, his body subconsciously stretched out his foot to try to steal, but Lu Yang directly swept past him.

Afterwards, the right back of Turis, who had been fooled, tried to catch up with Lu Yang, but the result was a conflict. He pulled his legs apart and slipped, and he split his legs and sat on the ground.

But no one paid attention to him at this time.

Because Lu Yang has already started.

On the left side of the penalty area, a burst shot!

The goalkeeper is very nervous.

Is this kick a jump shot or a crash shot?

These two kinds of shots are both good for Lu Yang, but the effects are completely different.

And the goalkeeper can't judge by the direction of the first half of the football.

Because the two fly at the same height in mid-air, only the second half of the flight will have an obvious arc.

But at that time, if he threw himself again, the immortals would not be able to rush him.

The goalkeeper raised his hand subconsciously.

But the football fell instantly, and he could only quickly kneel on the ground.

He is slow!

The football flew past his crotch ahead of time, crashed into the net, and set off a brilliant white spray!

"My God! GOAL!"

"The ball is in, in, in, in!"

"Lu Yang scored twice, knocked down the right back of Turis and then shot a burst. The football went through the goalkeeper's wicket and crashed into the net!"

"This is a wonderful individual performance! At this moment, he is like Carlisle, Ancarelli, Perrotta and other Serie A gods possessed! He is not fighting alone!"

"This is definitely a powerful shot. He kicked out Sanremo's glimmer of hope of winning the championship!"

"Sanremo tenaciously equalized the score. The score was 3-3. With six minutes left in stoppage time, Sanremo still has a chance!"

"Turis played too conservatively in the last few minutes, and they have to pay for their fluke mentality!"

"The overall performance of other Sanremo players in this game may not be as good as Turis, but just looking at the period after Lu Yang's injury, Sanremo undoubtedly has the upper hand."

"They showed the blood of the players, just like the beasts after injury, brutal and powerful!"

"This is the second time that Lu Yang has taken the ball out of Turis' goal today. He fought with injuries, but the more he fought, the more courageous he became. He deserves the respect of all football lovers!"

"Oh, we can see that Sophia on the sidelines is frantically celebrating Lu Yang's goal. Did this goddess bring Lu Yang strength?"

"Perhaps Sofia doesn't know that the jersey in her hand belongs to Lu Yang, and she may not know Lu Yang at all, but after this game, she will definitely fall in love with Lu Yang! Every Sanremo fan will fall in love with him. Lu Yang's!"

"He is omnipotent! He never gives up!"

……

Turis' players were also nervous.

They can win or even draw, but they can't lose.

As long as they are undefeated, they must be the champions of the Italian League.

But if Sanremo wins, it will reverse Turis with 78 points and climb to the top with a one-point advantage.

There is no reason to give away the championship trophy you have received!

What's more, Sanremo's consecutive goals made the Turis players angry again.

Do you really think you can win?

We just don't want to try too hard.

Since you really want to force us to fight, then come on!

Turis replaced the right back. He slipped to the ground and injured his thigh. It seems that it will be difficult to play football in a short time. Not everyone, like Lu Yang, can overcome injuries on the court.

After Turis kicked off the ball, they started to organize the attack again, and this time they also played quite tough.

For a time, Sanremo's advantage was offset.

There seems to be a meat grinder on the green field. Players from both sides collide with each other. It is almost impossible for anyone to control football for a long time.

The possession of the ball alternated in a short period of time.

But with the emergence of this kind of chaos, Morich has shown the characteristics of a master of chaos.

He rarely loses football here. He reacts very quickly and can shoot the ball quickly.

And whenever his own ball is lost, he can go up and grab it back as soon as possible. In these three or four minutes of chaos, his role was no less than Lu Yang's contribution on the defensive end.

The drive of the two defensive gates seemed to shift the balance slightly towards Sanremo.

"We..." Tom looked at the time, only the last minute was left.

"We can win!" Suotu looked at the court, "The scene on both sides was very chaotic, the formations were scattered, and there was no organization at all. But...Moric has the ability to pass the ball quickly, his half-turn pass Shooting in this situation will definitely be able to hit the opponent's loophole!"

Tom said: "But Moric's ability is not stable, and he has a high turnover rate in passing the ball, so he rarely uses it in the game."

After all, you have to pay attention to your own data. Morich knows the importance of data for young players.

Even some coaching staff will judge the pros and cons of a midfielder through data instead of looking at the situation.

As far as the outcome of the game is concerned, the goal created by a chance to penetrate the opponent's defense trumps everything.

But from the perspective of a midfielder, some people think that gorgeous passing success statistics are more superior.

These are two different schools, the latter currently has the upper hand, and Morich cannot overthrow it, so he can only obey.

But in his bones, his gene of pursuing quick transmission and one-hit kill has never been wiped out.

so……

Bang!

Morich turned his back to the opponent's goal and grabbed the football. He didn't look around at all, he turned around and made a quick pass!

It seems like a relief.

But miraculously, they found an empty zone—near the left side of the arc top of the opponent's big penalty area.

And there, Lu Yang had already run to his place.

Bend the bow and shoot the arrow!

boom!

Lu Yang didn't play football!

He was rudely brought down by the returning Turis center!

Lu Yang didn't roll on the ground, but turned over and slammed into the opponent with his chest.

The other party did not back down.

A look of loneliness flashed in his eyes: "I did everything I could, and you lost!"

Lu Yang stretched out his hand and let his teammates who were trying to lean over to make trouble for the other side stand aside, because he saw the same thing as himself in the eyes of the Turis center.

That is the desire to win.

He does everything he can, but he makes the most of the rules.

He knew what was waiting for him, but he did it without hesitation, just to stop Lu Yang's attack.

From Turis' point of view, the center is the biggest contributor to this game.

Such a player, in your team, you will love him to death.

But in someone else's team, you would hate him.

There are many such players, they are quite controversial, but they are all very loyal to the game. Those villains in major leagues are often such people.

"You're very strong, you won't stay in Ding Yi Cing all the time, I'll be waiting for you to beat me in Serie A!" The center Turis said, turned around and left.

The referee first showed him a yellow card, then two yellows changed to one red, and he showed him a red card.

His game is over.

But it doesn't matter.

The stoppage time has passed, and Sanremo still has the last free kick. The game is over after the penalty is over.

"Hey!" Lu Yang stopped the other party, "What's your name?"

The other party stopped, turned his head to look at Lu Yang and said, "Diego Talista! Twenty-four years old this year."

Lu Yang was taken aback: "I thought you were thirty..."

Diego Talista said speechlessly: "Many people think so, I missed a lot of transfer invitations because of this, I'm used to it. This is the arena, let's talk later, I'm also very interested in you as a tough bone. ."

Lu Yang said, "You don't have to wait until Serie A."

Talista frowned, "What?"

Lu Yangdao: "I said, to beat you, you don't have to wait until you go to Serie A. I will win this game!"

Talista smiled: "Mad!"

Lu Yang: "Stand on the sidelines and watch, I'm terrifying!"

After speaking, Lu Yang walked towards the already lined up wall of people.

"Morich, trust me!" Lu Yang looked at Morich.

Moric usually takes the free kick.

It's not the same as a penalty kick.

Penalty kicks are more of a test of psychological quality, while free kicks require solid skills.

This is not enough to have a warm blood.

"How about I pass it on to you and let's cooperate?" Morich knows what Lu Yang wants to do, but he has done enough today, and it's time for others to stand up and take responsibility.

"Trust me!" Lu Yang put his hands on Morich's shoulders.

Morich looked into Lu Yang's eyes and nodded.

He believed in Lu Yang.

Lu Yang said that he had seen this game, and they won!

"Oh, it's not Morich who is standing in front of the football, but Lu Yang! This is so surprising!"

"Lu Yang is not a player known for his outstanding footwork. Sanremo has the best footwork in Moric."

"But I don't know why, I didn't have any surprises about this decision."

"Perhaps after the game, many people will accuse Lu Yang of not abiding by the team's tactical rules and taking this free kick. But I want to say, this is Lu Yang!"

"From the moment he made a clearance with his face, from the moment he used his head to **** the ball from someone's feet, from the moment he bled but didn't want to be substituted, from the moment he quarreled with the manager Sotu. From the moment he sat on the side of the court and was directly stitched by the team doctor... We knew that this was Lu Yang!"

"He never fakes the hand of others. Regardless of the outcome, he will fight until the last moment. He is responsible for all his actions!"

"Lu Yang is ready, he starts to step back!"

"His pace is very distinctive. He seems to be measuring the ground with his own feet."

"Five steps, Lu Yang took five steps back."

"His eyes are very firm~www.NovelMTL.com~ These eyes may be the most beautiful and charming eyes in the world at this moment."

"But for the Turis players, it was probably the most terrifying look in the world."

Around the stadium, all sounds disappeared.

Everyone held their breath.

They don't know why they do it.

Because they don't actually know that they are so eager for miracles.

Lu Yang took a deep breath!

Lu Yang is running!

Lu Yang shoots furiously!

Bang!

The soccer ball flew high, over the human wall.

The goalkeeper got it right.

He guessed that Lu Yang would take a free kick at this time, so he must be confident.

Lu Yang has shown a lot today that he has never shown before.

He can take high quality free kicks!

The Turis goalkeeper had a smile on his face.

But the next moment, his smile froze.

Because the soccer ball suddenly fell from mid-air, and swayed left and right in the air, with an unpredictable trajectory.

What others see may be the sudden fall of football.

But what the goalkeeper sees is the football up and down...

He had absolutely no idea where the football was falling, and was controlled by the shaking of the football.

boom!

The goalkeeper is like a sculpture, raising his hands, but passing the football.

It's not so much a save, it's a surrender!

Behind him, white waves surged!

The next moment, the world will be destroyed! ! !

On the Sanremo Municipal Stadium, there was a tremor comparable to an eighth-magnitude earthquake.

At this moment, the whole of Italy seemed to be trembling for the black and white elf that appeared in the goal.

The ball is in!

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