However, speed is a thing—slow is slow, fast is fast.
There's a type of speed called confrontation speed, which is the speed advantage gained through physical confrontation. It's relative speed; it slows the opponent down rather than being absolute speed.
You can use this to surpass and leave behind the person defending you, but during this time, other players can still catch up with both of you.
Only true speed can once and for all surpass everyone.
Moreover... from the barriers given by the system before, these data have barriers. Even without the star barriers, when the data reaches a certain level, these major thresholds might have special requirements to be overcome.
After all, the closer you get to the peak, the fewer players there are. There might be many with a rating of 90, and maybe quite a few with 95, but why does a king of football only appear once every few decades?
Upgrade speed fully early, be prepared.
Don't try to gain that little bit of cost-effectiveness now, ending up using all your wits too cleverly and costing yourself your life!
"These bastards! They're completely talking nonsense with open eyes!" Morici angrily threw the TV remote.
"Watch less of this kind of entertainment news, pay more attention to serious international news." Lu Yang signaled Morici not to worry too much about his own affairs.
Regarding this UEFA issue, Lu Yang actually had it under control.
He's not an ordinary small player; behind him is a giant football association like Martivini.
If he loses even this, it means the opponent is really powerful enough to cover the sky with one hand.
In such a situation, anyone who gets humiliated can't help it, it's not shameful.
So Morici jumped to the international news channel in anger.
"This station reports that due to the insistence of conservatives, the current situation in Croatia is tense and could erupt into further conflict. We hope everyone avoids traveling there for now..."
Morici was stunned.
He quickly dialed the phone back home.
Although he's brought his parents and sister to Italy, many close relatives are still left in Croatia.
A few minutes later, Morici's face turned pale.
Croatia might erupt into regional armed conflict again.
Damn... Every summer vacation, there's conflict, stopping everyone from playing football?
Never mind how war causes displacement and economic decline, just talking about football, without the impact of war how would Croatia miss this European Cup?
The decline of this generation of Croatian players is also greatly related to their lack of big tournament exposure.
The strongest player among current Croatian internationals, Manzuyovich, is barely a top-tier central forward globally, and his fame is far below other players of the same level.
"Take them to our place for a visit. I remember they really liked our food last time." Lu Yang suggested.
Morici nodded, and Lu Yang immediately dialed Tang Yuqin's number to ask her to help arrange it.
Otherwise, once the fighting starts, it won't be easy to leave.
"Okay, thank you, I'll treat you to a meal next time... I have another call coming in... Well, bye-bye." Lu Yang had just finished his talk when another call came in, so he politely said goodbye to Tang Yuqin and switched lines.
"Hello..." Lu Yang spoke.
"Is this Lu Yang?" The voice on the other side was gentle, "I'm Yadzhi Zizu."
The whole room instantly fell quiet.
Zidane!
One of Real Madrid's superstars!
The commander of the Galaxy Battleship!
The King of French Football!
Golden Ball Award winner!
World Footballer of the Year winner!
Why is he calling?
"Hello, Zidane, I'm Lu Yang." Lu Yang responded calmly.
"Is he here to speak on Koschel's behalf?" Morici asked nervously nearby.
Lu Yang shook his head.
Judging a person from their play.
Zidane is very smart; anyone can see that UEFA is using Koschel to pressure Italy and Lu Yang?
Even Koschel is now extremely speechless.
After all, it's not just Lu Yang being roasted; Koschel is too.
Compared to Lu Yang's "absolute hardness," Koschel was originally a tough guy but is being made to look weak in comparison.
One broke his hand and angrily performed a hat trick and got an assist.
Koschel broke his hand, roared, and was carried away on a stretcher.
This simply isn't the same level.
There's no question with Koschel stepping down, but the problem lies with the other broken hand being too dramatic.
The level of competitiveness is too high for Koschel to bear it.
"I'm just checking on you, many external factors intervened in this incident, you're both innocent." Zidane stated his position right away.
He's not here to stir up trouble.
Morici finally calmed down.
True, Zidane is the captain of the France National Team!
This time, with him stepping in, it means face for Koschel too.
"It's a pity Koschel missed this European Cup, but he's not too old; he still has at least one more tournament he can participate in," Zidane said. "Now that things have happened, we should look forward, right? You shouldn't take to heart what the media says."
Lu Yang's eyes narrowed slightly: "Indeed, I also think both Koschel and I are victims in this matter. As long as Koschel can understand this, I certainly won't take it to heart."
Zidane laughed: "Koschel surely understands this, rest assured."
"What do you mean?" Morici secretly inquired nearby.