"And you are just competing for a chance, as if Wolf King Perrotta is begging you to join. Similar offers, Rome has made three of them this winter window! You are not that special one!"
"Mr. Winter calls me once a month to discuss my matches and growth path, should I tell you this?"
"Mr. Maniero often invites me to his office for tactical analysis and talks to me about his playing experience, should I tell you this?"
"Mr. Martivoni has enthusiastically invited me to join Italy U19 several times in recent months, should I tell you this?"
Bai Zhami chuckled from the side.
So has this been said or not?
Lu Yang was unstoppable, launching into a diatribe. Since Becher’s was shameless, he wouldn’t give Becher’s any face either, and a solo crosstalk performance was something he excelled at: "Don’t act like you’re already playing in Serie A."
"Let me tell you, you’re no different from all of us here. We’ve all only been playing in the Italian Third Division! The achievements we’ve made right now are just the beginning for those great stars, we have nothing to be proud of."
"Of course, the ’we’ I mentioned doesn’t include you, for the moment. Because currently on the San Remo scoreboard, there is yet to be any contribution from you. I do look forward to this part coming soon, I’m not opposed to having other excellent players join us."
"Lastly... after saying all this, I just checked the scorer and assist list, and it seems your name is below mine?"
"Including penalties, you’ve only scored fifteen goals? And as a winger, just three assists? May I ask, what do you have to be proud of in front of me?"
"Furthermore, the extraordinary thing is that your goals and assists combined happen to be half of my goals and assists combined!"
"Are we not playing in the same league? Could you possibly be playing in Serie A, where the scoring coefficient is doubled?"
"So again I ask, what do you have to be arrogant about in front of me?"
"I don’t know if I count as the core of San Remo or the dressing room leader, but I only know that I stand on this ground, fighting for this team, giving everything... every time!"
"You just asked me if I thought I was the emperor of San Remo. I never considered myself an emperor, but I can tell you, I, Lu Yang, as long as I am in San Remo, will never let the flag of San Remo be tarnished!"
The players in the dressing room all stood up spontaneously.
Everyone looked at Lu Yang with a profound admiration from the depths of their hearts.
Heartfelt exchange, honesty for honesty.
Easterners have many qualities that others need to learn from.
A promise is worth a thousand gold, a single word is as reliable as a thousand weights, so it should be.
Becher’s felt enormous pressure.
He didn’t know how to respond.
He could sense that everyone in the dressing room was very convinced by what Lu Yang said.
Moreover, the various data and statements Lu Yang just listed also had great persuasive power.
Becher’s himself even came up with a thought he had never considered before, which was... does he really deserve to compete with Lu Yang for the core position?
Becher’s shook his head, at such a moment, he definitely couldn’t admit defeat. Lacking confidence, he said, "We are different, players who only run can never be remembered in the top leagues."
"You will never become a star in Serie A!"
As he said this, both Belletti inside the door and Sotu outside the door turned dark.
The former’s journey in Serie A wasn’t successful, not remembered by people.
The latter was the kind of player Becher’s referred to as only capable of running.
Damn, even holding an AK47 you can’t just spray like this.
So many got caught in the crossfire.
"Hahaha!" Lu Yang laughed.
The laughter was particularly loud.
Becher’s was dumbfounded.
What is it?
This is a breakdown?
"So, is this all you dream of?" Lu Yang approached Becher’s, and the latter instinctively backed away, "So your ultimate dream is just to become a star in Serie A? That’s it?"
Becher’s was stunned.
This is what you call just ’that’s it’?
"Do you know what the supposed opponent standing before you wants?" Lu Yang narrowed his eyes, pupils slightly contracted, as if envisioning, yet extremely determined, "I am destined to become a football legend. I will bring unprecedented change to football, I will rule the world of football with my teammates for ten years, fifteen years, twenty years!"
"Whether Serie A, Premier League, La Liga, Bundesliga or Ligue 1, if world football never had a superstar like me before, then from the moment I enter a top league, it does!"
"I respect Mr. Sotu, Carrel, Best, Izalelt, but I have never desired to become another anyone. I only want to be the first Lu in world football!"
"The legend of San Remo is setting sail, and the final stop of this legend will only be the pinnacle of the world!"
Lu Yang’s voice was loud, echoing his recent words throughout the dressing room.
Clap, clap, clap!
Rondo was the first to applaud, his eyes reddening.
Soon, applause followed one after another, also mixed with the sound of weeping.
Rondo cried, he couldn’t hold it in!
Similarly, Latu Yidi, Palacios, Jalard, Belletti and other veterans had reddened eyes, many shedding tears.
The young players couldn’t quite understand their feelings.