Beep!
The Main Referee blew his whistle and ran over, issuing a yellow card to Morici without any dispute.
The San Remo players had no complaints, but they quickly pulled away the still-enthusiastic Morici.
"Bro, that’s enough, have a cold drink, let’s finish the game first before ranting, alright?"
Similarly, in the North Stand of Marassi Stadium, it was like a tsunami, a magnitude ten earthquake!
They had never been so provoked before.
Even in derby matches against Genoa, they were never this outraged.
How could they be beaten to the ground and then insulted?
"Shouldn’t this be a red card dismissal?"
"Damn it, don’t hold me back, I’m going to kill this bastard!"
"He’s just a piece of trash!"
"Break his leg for me! Break it!"
Samp fans even threw a lot of coins and trash onto the field.
They couldn’t handle such humiliation!
But soon, the San Remo fans also finally adapted to the "big stadium" and started to speak up.
"Well done, Morici!"
"Lu, that pass was just like Best!"
"Crush them!"
"Go crazy! Charge!"
"This is San Remo!"
Their voices were equally intense!
Equally noisy!
But the only difference was.
On the South Stand of Marassi Stadium, when Brownie, the owner of a little tavern next to the Sanremo City Stadium, raised his fan club flag, the South Stand where the San Remo fans were began to resonate uniformly.
The gray-haired Brownie waved the flag and shouted, "San Remo Miracle!"
The entire South Stand shouted, "Set Sail!"
Boom!
Set Sail!
The four words brought tears to countless fans outside the big cities.
Morici’s roar, the slogan of the South Stand, everyone who understood knew what these represented!
San Remo really ought to become a great team.
Because dreaming is not a right exclusive to big teams.
Nor is it a privilege only for people in big cities.
The Sky TV host was broadcasting and commentating on the match.
He was the one who had a falling out with Maniero because of the San Remo game.
At that time, he made various sarcastic remarks about Lu Yang and San Remo.
But oddly enough, he watched every subsequent San Remo match, even if he wasn’t commentating on it.
The more he watched, the more he couldn’t control his emotions.
Because he’s someone who detests arrogance, a hater of Lu.
How could it be that sometimes he finds Lu not so detestable?
This sentiment brewed in his heart, and when those four words "Set Sail" echoed from the stands, he suddenly couldn’t hold it in.
The commentating host of this match burst into tears.
The guest nearby was stunned.
How much did you bet on Sampdoria to win?
But strangely, many watching fans, especially those who didn’t particularly like Lu Yang or San Remo, understood the host’s mindset.
They, too, were on the verge of breaking down.
Because they finally understood that, in truth... they were San Remo!
Without realizing it, perhaps since everyone found out that San Remo was the only lower-league team among the Italian Cup quarter-finals, San Remo had truly become synonymous with a miracle.
And a miracle representing all the underdogs!
As long as you’ve been an underdog even for a moment in life, work, or study, you can’t ignore the immense comfort San Remo brings you.
It makes one believe there is still light in this world!
...
The anger of Samp’s sailors did not last long.
A few minutes later, the Main Referee blew to stop the match, signaling halftime.
Both teams returned to their dressing rooms.
"Alright, that was amazing, guys!" Lu Yang led the way, standing at the door, high-fiving his teammates, "We’re about to do it, we’re about to crush a Serie A team!"
"Naji, keep it up in the second half, no funny business!"
"Palacios, that conceded goal wasn’t your fault, it was mine."
"Jalard, I’ll cover for your clean sheet bonus with my goal bonus this game!"
"Fernandez, you did great!"
"Sogel, thank you for your hard work!"
"Becher’s, you’re becoming very hot!"
"Also, substitutes, get excited for the second half, whether we maintain our advantage depends on you!"
Honestly, standing next to Lu Yang, Sotu felt a bit redundant.
Why don’t you also explain the tactics?
Am I, the Head Coach, just a cardboard cutout?
Isn’t this supposed to be my job?
"Ahem, everyone, attention please, let’s go over our second-half plan," Morici said in the dressing room, pulling over a whiteboard and started drawing.
"Sampdoria is under great pressure, their coach has made adjustments and has gained some results, but they’re still far from victory," Morici said, "Judging from his style of making substitutions at the twenty-fourth minute, he’ll use his final substitution spot at the start of the second half."
"And I bet he’ll bring on a defensive expert to mark me!"
"They’ll be extremely aggressive when they kick off in the second half."
"We have to withstand their starting attack. Once we do, everyone except Sogel should drop back, try to control the ball in our own half."
"At that point, Lu Yang will primarily connect the team, give all the dirty work to him!"