So Belletti slightly adjusted his breakthrough angle, from initially planning to cut in completely towards the center, to cutting in towards the vertical line of the small penalty area before suddenly going deep to the baseline.
Of course, this refers to the vertical position.
As for the horizontal position, Belletti was still outside the penalty area.
The point where he was standing now was also called the right-side flank area outside the penalty area.
He raised his right foot high, seemingly passing, seemingly shooting.
The defensive player hurriedly lifted a foot to block.
Then, after Belletti’s right foot landed, the football was flicked with his heel, bouncing to the left.
A heel-flick pass!
However, the following move wasn’t a sudden stop and start.
It’s not that Belletti is too old to make such a movement.
For the first twenty minutes on the field, he still had energy to run.
The reason for doing this was because there was already someone more suitable waiting for the ball there.
Bam!
As soon as the football bounced to the right-side white line at the top of the penalty arc, it was kicked out.
The next moment, the football rushed into the net, clean and neat!
The scorer, Lu!
"Oh! My god! What a brilliant combination!"
"One to zero, San Remo leads! It’s Lu again, who has been scoring in consecutive games, showing excellent form!"
"No wonder Sotu dares to make bold adjustments. As long as Lu Yang is present, San Remo has a solid foundation. They can try any combination and find an optimal solution!"
"Belletti is truly sharp. If this Serie B veteran had better stamina, I even think he could be the starting winger for the team!"
"In the last match in the Italian Cup, Belletti, who came on during extra time as a substitute, assisted Lu Yang to give the team a lead. Now, once again in cooperation with Lu, he helps the team lead."
"We can see the offensive is quite strong with a winger-forward overlapping play."
"Belletti, who was pushing forward, completed his winger duties, bringing the football from the wing to near the center. Then he passed the ball with an extremely deceptive move."
"Lu Yang took the form of a forward, with one decisive shot, fully showcasing his attacking talent."
"Their movement was particularly interesting. Lu Yang’s follow-up allowed him to avoid almost all blocking from the front, while Belletti ahead was double-teamed by defenders attracted to Lu Yang."
"If Belletti didn’t intend to pass, it would seem like a positioning mistake by Lu Yang. But Belletti knows Lu Yang very well! This play, eighty percent of the credit should go to Belletti!"
On the sideline, Sotu said, "You can also do this... You are stronger than Belletti."
Becher’s was silent for a while, then said, "So... I don’t need to pass."
He was indeed stronger!
So he would, after using a heel flick to pass, dribble laterally for a step, then shoot to score!
He was very good at this kind of attacking play.
Sotu said, "In this attacking system, you are not the finisher, Lu... is!"
Becher’s face flushed, and he finally stood in front of Sotu, looking directly at him: "I won’t be a sidekick to anyone!"
After saying this, Becher rushed into the player tunnel, leaving the field.
This scene was evidently captured by the big screen.
Sotu wasn’t angered by this infringement of his authority, because only the weak become furious out of impotence.
He was the Head Coach, and everything on the team operated according to his will.
If Becher couldn’t acknowledge Lu Yang’s central role, then regardless of whether he was bought for four million or forty million, Sotu would just limit his playing time.
If necessary, Belletti could always come on as a substitute, even though he might find it a bit difficult to run.
San Remo wasn’t the sophisticated Galaxy Battleship. Many of their players were just "barely meeting the standards," but San Remo wanted to further enhance their fighting power for the upcoming Italian Cup and the future Serie B, so they hoped to find better players for each position.
But Becher was not indispensable.
...
Lu Yang’s goal was the only goal of the match.
San Remo didn’t encounter continuous winlessness.
But in this game, they couldn’t be said to have exhibited any dominance.
After the match, the players returned to the dressing room for showers.
Lu Yang was about to head to the shower, but someone blocked his way.
"You did it on purpose, didn’t you?" Becher sneered, already changed into his clothes, but his mood was far from as refreshed as his appearance suggested.
He was still angry about being substituted early.
"What?" Lu Yang looked at Becher, aware of what he meant, but wouldn’t let Becher get the answer he wanted directly.
He was under no obligation to cooperate with Becher, just as Becher wasn’t deemed worthy of playing with him on the field.
"Pass the ball!" Becher exclaimed loudly, "Why did Belletti get your pass as soon as he came on? In twenty minutes, he received more than three of your threatening passes, while your supporting passes reached him twelve times."
"And I was on the field for sixty-five minutes, and you passed a threatening ball to me only once! Are you targeting me?"
Belletti paused, attempting to ease the atmosphere, because theoretically, as a substitute, he posed no threat to anyone: "Hey, buddy, but I also gave quite a few passes to Lu within the same time frame."
"Relax, trust Lu. He will help us integrate into the team better, help us win more games."