Damn!
This is going to miss the header!
But... aside from Lu Yang behind me, there’s no one else, so if I miss it, it’s not a big problem.
Thinking of this, the left-back turned his head to look behind him as he landed.
No, he didn’t need to turn his head, because he could already feel the pressure on his shoulder.
This is...
Lu Yang is still in the air?
The Swedish left-back instantly realized this and broke out in a cold sweat.
At this moment, everyone followed the soccer ball and looked this way.
Lu Yang soared high into the air, gliding for an incredibly long time without losing any altitude.
His body was bent like a bow, seemingly infinite in its waist power.
Rather than saying he soared up, it’s more like he made a sliding celebration in the air.
It was as if he could stay up there forever.
The soccer ball came flying.
Lu Yang, like a bowstring, instantly shot forward, his head swung fiercely!
At this moment, people thought of the basketball god Jordan’s most classic dunk.
He could walk in the air.
And this time, Italy had an Eastern youth sliding in the air, as if prematurely celebrating the coming scene.
Bam!
Lu Yang’s Lion’s Head Shake!
The soccer ball flew in the opposite direction, leaving the Swedish goalkeeper stunned.
The ball crashed into the net!
The ball is in!
Rumble!
In an instant, the sound of a tsunami erupted.
No one could hear what anyone else was saying, but everyone was roaring!
"The ball’s in, in, in!" The commentator was completely ecstatic, not even knowing what he was saying, nor what words could express his feelings and admiration at this moment.
"Unbelievable! Two to one! Italy’s second leg is two to one! The score is two to two, Italy has no regrets!"
"It’s Lu Yang again! Lu Yang again! Less than twenty minutes on the field, Lu Yang scores twice! He’s the King of Serie B! The top scorer in Serie B! He’s Europe’s best young soccer player! At least at this moment, he is!"
"Morici, who just came on as a substitute less than ten minutes ago, after creating four threats, on the fifth one, delivered a brilliant cross to complete the assist!"
"And Lu Yang, who helped Morici get on the field, scored his second goal! He lifted off prematurely but landed last, like a fortress that never falls! He symbolizes Italy’s never-falling glory!"
"If humans had wings, perhaps they’d look like Lu Yang!"
"He jumped so high that his waist was above the defending Swedish left-back’s head!"
"Unlimited waist power! This is the biggest reason why Sofia’s ’Kiss of Europa’ favors Lu Yang!"
"Perhaps only at this moment can we understand the reason behind Lu Yang and Vincent’s argument, insisting on Morici getting on the field!"
"This is the unique chemistry of the San Remo twin stars!"
"No, not just the San Remo twin stars. From this moment on, Lu Yang and Morici have new names; they are Italy’s twin stars! They give Italians hope!"
"Eighty-seventh minute! Sweden is only a few minutes away from entering the European Cup! Can they hold off Italy for the last few minutes? Or, can they hold off Lu Yang for the last few minutes?"
"Now, the suspense of the match is back! If the Italy Team scores once more, they can knock out Sweden and reverse to the European Cup next year!"
"Can they create a miracle?"
Countless Italians embraced passionately.
Including the Italian Team players on the field.
But in this situation, a blue figure rushed into the Swedish Team’s goal.
It’s Lu Yang!
He tried to grab the soccer ball.
Because he knew that the later in the game, the more precious the time was.
However, just as Lu Yang was about to touch the ball, the Swedish goalkeeper kicked it away hard.
Even though the ball hit the net and didn’t fly out of the goal, this kick vented his dissatisfaction, leaving Lu Yang bending over in vain.
This kick even brushed Lu Yang’s fingers.
Lu Yang’s fingers went numb.
Lu Yang didn’t argue with him, instead immediately turned to grab the ball again.
But the Italian defenders also reacted, especially the Swedish left-back who had been overtaken by Lu Yang for the header goal!
Bam!
Another kick, the ball was kicked away again.
Last time Lu Yang tried to get the ball, the Swedes laughed at him.
But what was the result?
Lu Yang scored again!
So this time, no matter what, they couldn’t let Lu Yang perform this act again!
Be it based on reality, time considerations, or superstition, it’s simply not allowed!
And Lu Yang, who had bent over twice in vain, couldn’t contain his emotions for a moment, and he got up and knocked the Swedish left-back to the ground.
"What are you doing?"
The next moment, two Swedish center-backs and a goalkeeper began to push and shove Lu Yang.
"Should be asking what the hell you guys are doing!" Who was Lu Yang afraid of?
He immediately stood with a red neck, chested up to fight back, colliding with them.
One person standing firm against three, without falling behind!
Moreover... Perrotta quickly rushed over.
The iron tower came to a standstill here, absolutely intimidating.
Two people, physically suppressing four people.
Soon, more people gathered around.
But Lu Yang took the opportunity to finally grab the ball, calling his teammates away from the goal.
Beep!
The main referee also came over, blowing the whistle to signal.
He showed a yellow card to Lu Yang.
Since the incident of Lu Yang being kicked by the Swedish goalkeeper was too covert, the sideline referee didn’t see it.
So the Swedish goalkeeper escaped disaster.
But Morici saw it.