"The disgrace of football!"
"Dirty Italian football!"
"Trash, trash, trash!"
Arsenal fans cursed vehemently, eventually forming a unified front.
But at this moment, Lu Yang, who had been knocked down countless times, suddenly quietly got up.
Bang!
Lu Yang kicked off!
Quick free kick!
The main referee didn't blow his whistle, approving this tactical move.
Who told Arsenal players to surround him continuously and not pay attention to the football.
This is a match, not a debate tournament.
Morici immediately passed the ball to Bai Zhami.
Bai Zhami immediately advanced with the ball.
Smith Luo next to Bai Zhami made a sliding tackle.
Bai Zhami jumped up, avoiding the danger.
Bai Zhami directly advanced down the middle.
After passing the ball, Morici started moving forward, breaking from the center towards the right flank.
Bai Zhami was blocked, as a center-back returned to defend ahead, slowing down appropriately, so Morici sped past on the left.
Bai Zhami passed the ball.
Morici got the ball on the flank, crossed with his left foot, initiated the play.
Moruno, extremely fast, actually returned to block Morici directly before him.
However, Morici didn't cross with his left foot, quickly dropping the ball right and passing it to the top of the penalty area arc.
Bai Zhami had already rushed to the small box area, and defenders also reached this region.
At this moment, the area near the penalty box arc was instead an open space.
After initiating, Lu Yang immediately sprinted forward.
When Bai Zhami passed the ball, Lu Yang decisively cut inside to the center, keeping some distance from Bai Zhami.
At this time, the ambushing Lu Yang suddenly attacked.
Bang!
Left foot spinning shot at the top of the penalty area arc!
Full of curvature!
Directly surpassing Bai Zhami, White, and other players ahead, as if taking a free kick, surpassing the wall.
"So fast! That final rush by Lu Yang was really quick!"
"96 minutes into the match, Lu Yang's running distance already exceeded 15,000 meters! He actually still has the energy to sprint!"
"This kick also had plenty of power, with a lot of curvature."
Dang!
The football struck the junction of post and crossbar, rebounding into the net!
The post again!
San Remo was in sync with the post today!
The last two goals were assisted by the post.
Otherwise, the score would still be two to two.
Lu Yang also wiped off some sweat.
If this shot didn't go in, it would've been really frustrating.
He suffered too many rough tackles in the last ten minutes.
The distance he rolled on the turf was almost as much as Neymar.
Given Lu Yang's fiery temper, enduring until now was extremely difficult.
To win, Lu Yang turned from a tough guy to a stallion, what more do you want?
Scoring a goal isn't overstepping, right?
Speaking of which, the Nuclear Weapon 7's special effects are indeed insane.
Lu Yang could persist until now, thanks to the increasingly strong special effects of Nuclear Weapon 7 at the last moment.
His stats even surged past twenty percent in the end!
But the special effect of Nuclear Weapon 7 that increased the chance of missing in one-on-one situations almost stole one goal from Lu Yang.
This skill requires cautious use.
"Goal! Goal! It's over!"
"Four to two! Lu Yang completed a hat trick in the UEFA Europa League!"
"San Remo achieved the championship on their first entry into the UEFA Europa League, creating a brand-new record!"
"San Remo players are celebrating, while Arsenal players are lying on the pitch, they tried their best! They were a post away from equalizing!"
"But today, this stadium's posts belong to San Remo."
"Mr. Winter revealed a disappointed expression for the first time, he never appeared so lost. Was it because the three promising youngsters he favored didn't perform well?"
"Lu Yang walked towards Mr. Winter, is he going to celebrate in front of Mr. Winter?"
"He shouldn't be that kind of person, right?"
"Who's to say, Lu Yang was knocked down by Arsenal players too many times before, even knowing their aim was to play football not attack, he would still get riled up."
"Some kicks even made me feel pain! Arsenal escaped at least three yellow cards in the final phase!"
Lu Yang ran towards Mr. Winter.
"You lost!" Lu Yang panted, sweating profusely.
"I know." Winter looked at the score.
Although the main referee hadn't blown the whistle yet, everyone knew the game had ended.
"My insight truly isn't what it used to be, I can no longer discover superstars." Winter was utterly dejected.
This man's proudest lifelong trait was cruelly shattered.
It's as harsh as telling a guy who cares about his hairstyle it's sticking up, telling a made-up woman she didn't put on makeup today, or telling basketball court opponents their sneakers are fake.
"No." Lu Yang said while taking off his shirt, "You discovered a superstar, who just scored three and assisted once in the UEFA Europa League final, dominated the regular match, leading the team to the pinnacle of Europe!"
Winter was startled.
His expression turned from gloomy to sunny, slowly laughing.
This kid… not bad.
Knows gratitude.
Didn't let down the hype borrowed from him over the past two years.
Lu Yang as a friend, worth befriending.
"I'm not a player, I can't exchange shirts with you." Mr. Winter placed his hand on Lu Yang's hand to stop undressing, "But I greatly appreciate your tribute, it makes me feel not completely a failure."
Shirt exchange is a player's highest recognition of an opponent.
This act by Lu Yang was clearly paying tribute to Mr. Winter in player style.