But it was at this moment, the soccer ball mid-air suddenly accelerated!
It was a pass with a strong forward spin. At the instant Morici kicked the ball, he not only chose the lower middle part of the ball as the point of contact but also added a calf pull motion.
Thus, this ball was higher than a typical low pass, but in the latter half, it would drop rapidly, accelerate, accelerate, and then accelerate again!
This was a pass with uneven speed, which could easily cause misjudgment.
At the same time, Lu Yang exerted force with his feet and increased his speed.
With an explosive burst of seventy-six, speed, and the Big Step Meteor influenced by Forward Attacker and Kaka, he gained power at this moment.
He achieved a secondary acceleration.
With his current speed, although he would still arrive at the point of convergence later than the two wingers, he was very likely to arrive before the two Samp wing-backs converged.
Everything was so close.
No one could sense the deadly threat within.
Whoosh!
Fernandez and Becher’s crisscrossed at the central point on the edge of the penalty area line.
They slightly altered their direction, making their run along the large penalty area line not as directly cutting into the penalty area, but somewhat parallel to the line.
The two center-backs’ visions shifted, each stepping to prepare to follow the two players.
The distance between them was widened.
"Lu!"
"Watch Lu!"
The two Sampdoria wing-backs shouted fiercely.
The Samp center-backs turned their heads, only to see Lu Yang blasting a fierce volley at the ball dropping from the sky on the edge of the penalty area line!
Bam!
Missile launched!
Volley Batigoal!
The camera focused on this scene.
In front of Lu Yang at positions one o’clock, two o’clock, ten o’clock, and eleven o’clock, there were four Sampdoria defenders.
But not one of them could stop him.
At this moment, Lu Yang and the Sampdoria substitute goalkeeper locked eyes, clearly seeing each other’s faces.
There was no barrier between them.
The Samp goalkeeper saw anger and lethal intent on Lu Yang’s face.
And Lu Yang saw terror and fear on the Samp goalkeeper’s face.
When the ball flew through the air without wavering, even three seconds later, stubbornly refusing to fall, you knew how powerful this shot was.
Morici’s rapid diving pass with acceleration, combined with Lu Yang’s Batigoal!
Even without seeking the angle, there are almost no goalkeepers in the world who could save such a fast shot.
"GOAL!"
Lu Yang clenched his fists, growling slightly, scanning the whole field.
Finally, his gaze fell on the match time column on the big screen.
The digital column read, 11!
The unit was, S!
"My god! What just happened! The fans still finding their seats will surely regret what they missed!"
"Luckily the big screen has a replay, or it would be a lifelong regret for many fans!"
"Because we witnessed history!"
"Eleven seconds! San Remo made history! They scored the fastest goal in Italian Cup history!"
"There won’t be a faster goal than this, absolutely not!"
"Morici dribbled past twice, playing Sampdoria’s players dizzy!"
"Sogel’s central positioning made Samp lose their control over Lu Yang."
"Fernandez and Becher’s high-speed inward cuts and one-touch splitting completely disrupted Samp’s defensive line."
"And Lu Yang seized that fleeting opportunity, a powerful shot!"
"The speed of this shot reached 138 kilometers per hour!"
"Morici’s pass and Lu Yang’s goal, still the familiar taste! San Remo fans no longer have to worry if injuries and long absences would affect Morici negatively."
"Morici has shown everyone with facts, no! He has even become stronger!"
"He is more at ease on the field. His passes more exquisite, that accelerating drop is a nightmare for any player trying to predict the ball’s landing!"
"And Lu Yang’s shooting skills, truly extraordinary! Such a challenging volley, he executed with great confidence, without hesitation!"
"Sampdoria’s entire defensive line was completely stunned, frozen where they stood, unable to make any reaction, unable to make any reaction at all!"
"One-nil! San Remo miraculously took the lead at the eleventh-second mark. They truly punished Sampdoria!"
"It’s incredible! A team from the Italian Third Division is leading a Serie A team!"
"Wait! Did Lu Yang just refuse his teammates’ celebration?"
"What is he doing?"
On the field.
The goal-scorer Lu Yang looked at his teammates running toward him, immediately extending both hands to stop them.
Many were stunned.
Was there something special about the celebration action?
Many players at certain times would stop teammates from celebrating together, then perform their own specially designed celebration action.
Some players also choose not to celebrate after scoring against their former club, to show respect for the former fans and club.
On certain disaster days or when someone very important, dear to them is injured or passed away, players would also refuse to celebrate.
But... none of the above situations seemed to apply to Lu Yang.
Lu Yang walked to the corner flag area, spread his hands to the many cameras, tilted his head, pouted his lips, and asked, "That’s it?"
That’s... it?
Yes, just two words, not a letter more.
That’s it!
Then Lu Yang turned and left, walking towards his own half of the field.