He saw that Lu Yang was unmarked on the left flank and made a direct triangle-long pass.
The ball speed wasn’t fast because he intended for Lu Yang to shoot directly without stopping the ball.
But Fernandez didn’t expect the opposing central defender to charge so quickly!
Naji and Palacios, Rondo and others weren’t fast, and Camihong wasn’t a traditional central defender, mainly a full-back. Also, the central defenders in Italian Third Division generally aren’t fast, which inadvertently made Fernandez accustomed to slow central defenders.
Suddenly encountering such a fast player, his pass seemed slightly lacking in strength.
The football was in place, and the opponent was estimated to rush in front of Lu Yang.
After the pass, Fernandez looked regretful; he was still far from being good enough.
If it were Morici, he would definitely have considered the pass more thoroughly.
However, Fernandez overlooked who his receiving target was.
Morici?
Little brother!
With Brother Lu here, what problem can’t be solved?
Did you forget who led the two ties and two losses at the beginning of the season?
Lu Yang glanced left and right with his head, seemingly thinking about how to pass after receiving the ball.
The Samp central defender felt very satisfied with his intimidating presence.
That’s it, daring to hold the ball in front of me, I’ll snatch it in no time...
Bam!
Lu Yang let the ball through, not touching it with his left foot.
The football rolled to the right, and Lu Yang pushed it right with his right foot.
This was a relatively advanced handling method.
Sometimes, by letting the ball go straight past the left foot towards the left side, it suddenly creates a sense of stagger, easily causing the opponent to misjudge, and the defensive player might expose a flaw.
But could a Samp player, a Serie A level player, be tricked by such a little trick?
He was extremely focused, and when he saw Lu Yang push the ball to break through on the right, he shifted his weight and stepped right to block Lu Yang’s position.
Just a little trick, watch me easily intercept!
However...
During the football’s movement to the right, it suddenly shifted left again in continuous second displacement.
Rabona!
Divine Dragon Tail!
Crap!
The Samp central defender knew it was bad, but there was nothing he could do, only watching as the football passed through his legs.
"F*ck!" The trailing Samp central defender saw this and couldn’t let it go; as a defender, he had to fill the gaps.
After Lu Yang beat the player, the football flew slightly far, with a half-and-half ball feeling, but the Samp central defender had no intention of competing with Lu Yang.
He knew it was a trap!
Lu Yang had speed and burst, at least faster than himself.
Rather than competing, it was better to stabilize.
This was the confidence Serie A defenders had against lower league players.
1V1!
They were not afraid at all!
Bang!
When Lu Yang touched the ball, there wasn’t any superfluous movement.
The instant his right foot touched the ball, he pulled the ball to the left.
At the same time, his left foot moved forward.
Fried Meatballs!
This was directly connected to the previous Divine Dragon Tail, without even a slight adjustment in between.
However, unlike the traditional sense of Fried Meatballs.
Traditionally, the player brings the ball and passes along with the football.
But Lu Yang’s left foot didn’t move forward significantly, yet it was full of force.
This was almost like in the form of Fried Meatballs, kicking the ball out, giving up subsequent control of the ball.
Fried Meatballs inherently had a second change of direction.
Lu Yang intentionally added power to his last kick, resulting in a very fast ball speed.
So the trailing central defender of Samp didn’t react at all, only feeling a flash of light drilling through his crotch.
At the same time, a figure charged past him.
Sogel had been ready, always preparing for the offside trap.
Even if he wasn’t fast, he was definitely faster than the trailing central defender’s turnaround chase, right?
Sogel received the ball for a one-on-one, with a shot aimed at an angle, making the opponent’s goalkeeper’s dive appear more than a step too slow.
The ball’s in!
San Remo leads the Serie A team Sampdoria two to zero!
"Roar!"
Sogel was extremely excited.
This was absolutely a great ball!
The commentators also thought so.
"A flash of brilliance! What else can we say? Lu Yang turned a not-so-good opportunity into a superb one. Sotu’s grandma could have scored this one."
"This goal is sure to be replayed over and over because the assister was too dazzling!"
"Oh! In the replay, it’s clearer, the Rabona and nutmeg!"
"My god! The follow-up Fried Meatball fake pass was also a nutmeg!"
"So classic! This is absolutely one of the best assists of the year."
"Haha, when Lu scored the first goal, you praised Morici like this too."
"Haha, that’s why I said one of the best, it’s so wonderful there’s no need to compare, they’re all great!"
"San Remo played to their level! They’re indeed that strong!"
"Sampdoria must face this problem head on! In front of them isn’t just an Italian Third Division team! But a team that beat the top three in Serie B’s rankings to reach the Italian Cup quarterfinals!"
"San Remo is absolutely not weak!"
"Sampdoria must make adjustments immediately, their current lineup and tactics can’t compete with San Remo!"
"Lu Yang is in the process of fulfilling his previous bold claims one by one!"
"If they can’t find their best state, then even as a Serie A team, San Remo will crush them without hesitation!"
"San Remo really did it! They only play the strongest!"
Cough, cough!
Lu Yang saw the somewhat excited Sogel and quickly coughed.
Sogel immediately came to his senses.
He mimicked Lu Yang’s move, spreading his arms, palms upright, stopping the teammates’ celebrations, as if the goal was no big deal.
Of course, for many, compared to Lu Yang’s double nutmeg exquisite pass, Sogel’s goal was indeed ordinary.
Sogel walked to the corner flag area, similarly spreading his hands, shrugging his shoulders, quirking a smile, and said to the camera, "That’s it?"
"Serie A?"
"I think it’s average!"
After saying that, he turned to walk to his own half, though in reality, he was elated inside.
Hahaha!
He, Sogel, also dismissed Serie A once, it couldn’t feel better!
After all, he was a player AC Milan loaned out from their reserves to the Italian Third Division.
And unlike the eighteen, nineteen-year-old Morici, Bai Zhami, Versachi, and others.
Sogel was about to turn twenty-two.
At this age, not entering AC Milan’s first team, his career was thought to possibly have failed.
At least, he wouldn’t be viewed as Milan’s glory, the future pillar.
He would be continuously rented out by the club, from the Italian Third Division to Serie B, or the Second Division, the best situation would be going to Ligue 1 or Bundesliga... maybe some young player could break out on such a journey.
But more would slowly lose their names during these loans, no longer existing in the fans’ memories.
San Remo changed Sogel.
So that "Serie A, I think it’s average," was undoubtedly Sogel’s deepest and most sincere complaint!
He wanted to become the pillar player who carries the glory of AC Milan, not AC Milan’s discarded garbage and burden!
"Wow! Awesome!"
"Well done!"
"This ’average’ is really impressive! No man can accept an evaluation of ’average!’ Haha!"
In San Remo’s own half, the players just began simple celebrations and congratulations.
Everyone was in harmony.
But they didn’t know that their consecutive celebrations had already caught the whole football world’s attention.
The superiority the Five Major Leagues had over thousands of players was being destroyed kick by kick by a team from the Italian Third Division!