"After Lu Yang took the ball away, Andres, this is a complete mistake!"
"Oh! Didn’t close the distance! Andres, who entered the field in the second half, didn’t catch up with Lu Yang. You can tell he’s giving it his all, but the distance between him and Lu Yang is just growing!"
"Why is he so fast? Lu Yang is unbelievably quick! Are his legs really injured?"
"AC Milan’s center back charges forward, Lu Yang makes a fake move, seemingly breaking through to the left but flicks the ball to the right... didn’t fool AC Milan’s center back! The opponent correctly judged Lu Yang’s breakthrough direction! Lu Yang, in danger!"
"My goodness! Lu Yang is too fast, even though Milan’s center back judged the direction correctly, the time he took to think was enough for Lu Yang to leave him in the dust!"
"Andres hasn’t given up, he’s still chasing back, yet he’s not threatening Lu Yang’s dribbling or offense in the slightest. He’s like Morici in the first ten minutes of the first half, powerless against Izalelt!"
AC Milan’s young Chaloba is skilled, he quickly closes in, stands at the center back position and leans against Lu Yang, confronting him physically.
However, Chaloba felt as if he had collided with a high-speed moving wall; he didn’t gain any advantage in the confrontation.
In fact, he was being overtaken by Lu Yang.
Though Chaloba did not leave empty-handed,
His confrontation forced Lu Yang, dribbling slightly towards the right center, to go further right and compelled Lu Yang to switch the ball from his left foot to his right foot.
On the right side of the goal, with the right foot dribbling, shooting is unfavorable.
From this same position, the angle for a left-footed shot is more than twice as large as for a right-footed shot!
Moreover, Lu Yang’s right knee is injured, making his right-footed shots a weak point during this period.
In tactical terms, Chaloba executed a very successful defense.
Indeed, you could compare this defense to the world’s first center-back Van Dijk’s classic one-on-two defense.
However...
Bang!
Lu Yang suddenly raised his right foot in the confrontation.
The ball’s speed was not fast, but the angle was extremely cunning.
The football soared past AC Milan’s goalkeeper and headed straight for the goal line.
AC Milan’s trailing center-back quickly retreated but rolled into the net with the ball, unable to prevent this goal.
"GOAL! Miracle! We’ve witnessed a miracle!"
"Three to three! San Remo miraculously leveled the score!"
"Equalizing in the eightieth minute, this might be a desperate draw!"
"Lu Yang scored twice! He dribbled over sixty meters single-handedly, devouring Milan’s entire defense!"
"You can’t believe it’s a player with a knee injury! You can’t believe that he specifically took a cortisone shot before coming on!"
"Before, many said Lu Yang’s choice was futile, that he was shackled by the San Remo miracle! But now, a miracle is a miracle; it cannot be conjectured with common sense!"
"Today, Lu Yang’s performance was no worse than Izalelt’s! If Izalelt were on the field, they might have become each other’s strongest competitors!"
"Milan was really too careless; they replaced Izalelt and Butcher Praxedes early, leading to their collapse in this match!"
"Of course, it’s not the end yet, a three-to-three score means the match restarts, and next, anyone can become the owner of the Italian Cup trophy!"
"AC Milan must give it their all, use their best competitive state!"
"Oh... what’s wrong with Andres?"
"Wait, he... he threw up?"
On the field, Andres had come to the sideline, painfully dry heaving.
This scene was identical to Morici’s after Izalelt dribbled the whole field in the first half.
Morici watched Andres’ back, feeling inexplicably delighted.
Look, we’re all the same, aren’t we?
All have become the backdrop for someone else’s solo performance.
You’re AC Milan’s midfield core, I’m San Remo’s midfield core, we’re both like brothers in misfortune.
This goal completely awakened the San Remo fans’ will.
"San Remo Miracle!"
In the stands, San Remo fans were shaking their handmade team flags crazily.
All San Remo fans shouted together: "Setting sail!"
Miracle... has come!
...
"Control! Show me your control over the ball, Andres!" AC Milan’s coach was instructing Andres at the sideline, who was dry heaving, "Utilize the team’s strengths and create threatening attacks, understand?"
"Also, tell the team’s defense, no matter the time, there should be at least three men solidly standing at the back! We can forego the midfield, but not the defense!"
After these words, AC Milan’s coach applied for a substitution.
AC Milan’s center-back combination had one who was responsible for charging forward today, one who wasn’t doing his job; he was easily fooled multiple times, so AC Milan subbed him out and brought in another starting center-back.
Indeed, a starting center-back!
AC Milan initially wasn’t desperate to win this Italian Cup.
But now, they can’t accept being overturned from three to zero.
This would deliver a significant blow to the team’s morale.
For this match, they suddenly found themselves unable to afford losing.
"Oh, AC Milan brought on a starting center-back, thus using up all three substitution slots. And San Remo made adjustments too; they subbed out Becher’s and brought on Belletti!"
"This means San Remo doesn’t want to play extra time with AC Milan; do they want to decide the winner in regular time?"