Even if they are competitors for the same position, as long as you are humble, modest, and dedicated enough, perhaps even someone as stubborn as C Luo wouldn’t mind teaching you a few moves and then casually passing the crown to you when he plans to leave.
But similarly, if your ambition to seize the top spot is too obvious, then even someone as amiable as Messi won’t give you a good look and would demand the club trade you out.
The Benevento number seven’s attitude has issues, and Vedian’s eagerness to shine also has its problems. This world is like this; not everything can be perfectly balanced.
"No one but me can conquer San Remo." Lu Yang turned to look at the number seven player. He understood the other party’s feelings but did not accept the offense.
"Really? If an Italian Third Division player can conquer here, naturally I can too. Your words don’t hold much weight." The number seven player said. "But don’t worry, I will quickly widen the score difference and leave your good teammates some chances to go on as substitutes to enjoy the garbage time."
Lu Yang squinted his eyes, "I’m suddenly starting to admire you because frankly, I was also thinking that after scoring and leading in a bit, I’d tell your coach to sub you off and let the stronger Vedian come on!"
"What did you say? I am the stronger one!" The number seven player was furious. His early-arriving midlife crisis made it intolerable for him to suffer any doubt.
"Speak with your feet, not your mouth, okay?" Lu Yang never backed down.
The two players, during the warm-up, collided chest to chest directly.
The director was stunned.
Was it that exciting?
The match hasn’t even started, and there’s already about to be a fight?
What’s going on?
In an instant, dozens of cameras zoomed in on Lu Yang.
The last time Lu Yang got into a fight, it shook All Europe, and everyone knew about it, even earning him a Moral Style Award.
This time, is he going to fight again?
There’s no need to question the number of cameras; due to the significance behind this match, many media outlets naturally paid attention, not to mention the wave of fans Lu Yang previously gained still burned with enthusiasm.
"Lu, calm down, take it easy!" Vedian grabbed Lu Yang, dragging him back.
It seemed like they were more like teammates.
Vedian dared not hug Lu Yang directly; he feared that while he held Lu Yang, the number seven might sneak attack Lu Yang, causing him to suffer a loss.
Many who pretend to mediate actually use such methods to secretly trick others.
So Vedian merely held Lu Yang’s arm.
Theoretically, if Lu Yang didn’t give face to the mediating person, a light raise of his hand could brush Vedian’s hand away and continue to attack.
But Lu Yang didn’t.
Lu Yang took a deep look at the number seven player, turned his head, and smiled at Vedian, "Warm up well, otherwise later if you can’t run on the field and I eat you alive, don’t blame me for ignoring last season’s friendship, okay?"
After speaking, Lu Yang left the half where Benevento was active.
On the midfield line, the San Remo players stood neatly in a group, even their goalkeeper was coming over.
They seemed to be waiting for an order.
If a fight really broke out, San Remo would undoubtedly launch a full-on attack.
And on the other side, for Benevento, most players just looked at the conflict.
The team’s cohesion was immensely different.
It’s not that Benevento was too poor, but that San Remo was too good!
Lu Yang waved his hand, signaling everyone to continue warming up without worry, then the players of San Remo dispersed.
Who was the owner of this field was unquestionable.
In Sky Italia’s broadcast room, the host started discussing with today’s special guest, Maniero, about the scene earlier.
Host: "Lu Yang’s temper seems bad?"
Maniero: "Impossible, I’m quite familiar with that kid. He’s very polite. Buddy, don’t forget, he’s of Chinese descent. His parents come from the place of planting flowers; does his conduct need questioning?"
Host: "That’s true, but just now..."
Maniero: "This might have something to do with Vedian. From what I know, this season Vedian has a direct competition with Benevento’s number seven. In Benevento’s first disclosed starting lineup, there was Vedian. But in the second lineup, Vedian became a substitute. Benevento brought out their strongest lineup so far."
Host: "So you favor Benevento?"
Maniero: "If that scene just now didn’t happen, indeed, but now, everything has become uncertain."
Host: "Oh? How so?"
Maniero: "An angry Lu Yang has the power to change the entire situation."
Host: "That’s...a bit too absolute."
Maniero smiled slightly: "My wording is indeed not accurate enough, shall I rephrase? I believe an angry Lu Yang can change any situation—any and every situation..."
The host almost threw the microphone and walked out.
But this was a good thing because in standard multi-person sports commentary, no matter what the commentator personally thinks, there must be different viewpoints to maximize the fan audience retention.
Maniero stood with San Remo, so naturally, the host stood with Benevento.
After all, Maniero himself also said that this is Benevento’s strongest lineup so far.
But the host didn’t know that Maniero didn’t say one thing, which was...in his personal opinion, playing Vedian instead of the number seven player for Benevento might produce even higher critical hits, and the ceiling would be higher too.
To play it safe, go with seven; to seek strength, go with Vedian!
Perhaps the Benevento Head Coach himself is also very aware of this.
...
Beep!
With a whistle, this match officially began.