"So far, no tactic or head coach has been able to fully unleash his potential! It’s really a bit of a waste!"
There was a strong desire in Felish’s eyes.
Before seeing Lu Yang’s game in person, he wasn’t interested in Lu Yang because Chelsea had already spent a lot on many superstars, and Felish had no desire to shop.
But after seeing Lu Yang, Felish just wanted to immediately call his Russian tycoon boss and ask him to buy this player named Lu Yang.
He could be an all-round player, able to play any position except goalkeeper... What, he has even been a goalkeeper and performed better than Italy’s second national goalkeeper?
Many people agreed profoundly.
But they were also quite troubled.
Because such a Lu Yang, you can’t get him for less than thirty million, it’s simply impossible.
But if the price is too high, the team suffers a loss because Lu Yang excels in being well-rounded, but his value in a single aspect might not exceed forty million.
For example, Felish, if Chelsea buys Lu Yang, all they want is his running, defense, and speed.
While if Manchester United buys Lu Yang, what they might want is his passing, vision, defense, and fighting spirit.
If Arsenal buys Lu Yang, what they might want is just his ability in passing coordination and defense.
Real Madrid buys Lu Yang mainly for the vast Chinese market behind him.
As for Barça buying Lu Yang... forget it, Barça wouldn’t want a player of Lu Yang’s style, it would taint their football philosophy.
But Gudiola just smiled disdainfully.
Are you sure no head coach can fully develop and utilize all of Lu Yang’s abilities?
You might be underestimating me, Gudiola!
A large group of famous coaches and superstars were expressing their views in the VIP seats, each statement was insightful, greatly benefiting ordinary people.
After lying on the grass for a while, Lu Yang painfully stood up because he knew he had scored.
He rushed to the corner flag area, signaling Morici to come over while running.
Morici knew what Lu Yang wanted to do.
They both came to the corner flag area, and Morici lifted his jersey once again.
But Lu Yang beside him was not as slow as he was.
Lu Yang directly took off his jersey and threw it to the stands, causing a scramble!
This was Lu Yang’s jersey!
This might also be Lu Yang’s only jersey torn apart and preserved by fans in the future!
The France battlefield damage edition!
Uniquely one in the world!
Then Lu Yang forcefully ripped off Morici’s jersey and threw it to the stands as well.
The T-shirts under their jerseys were fully exposed in front of the cameras.
Yellow card?
What does a yellow card count for?
Right now, we’re playing for peace, damn it!
"Peace!"
Lu Yang and Morici shouted.
"No war!"
All the Italian and neutral fans in the stands followed along chanting this slogan!
"Peace, not war!"
The entire Stade de France was once again overwhelmed by peace.
Seeing the scene before them, many elderly people who had experienced wartime burst into tears.
Only by experiencing it will you know how great the harm of war is.
It is the greatest disregard for life.
Clap, clap, clap!
On the field, Zidane gently clapped his hands.
He frowned, with the chagrin of conceding a goal, but also smiled, seemingly infected by Lu Yang and Morici.
The action of the King of French Football made French fans no longer persist in opposing the Italy Team because of the score.
Clatter!
The applause gradually increased.
Italian players, French players, all the fans in the stands, including the French high officials present, all smiled and clapped under the camera, following the crowd chanting: "Peace, not war!"
At this moment, there were no France Team and Italy Team at Stade de France, only a group of peace ambassadors!
"Zidane is indeed a great player, he transcends football itself! His realm is too high," Morici turned his head and saw Zidane’s applause, deeply moved.
But Lu Yang, with his head down, said quietly: "Trust me, he just doesn’t want this match to look too ugly afterward."
Morici was stunned.
What does that mean?
"It’s not just that they didn’t win the opening match, getting equalized after leading 3-1; if it weren’t for this incident, the France Team would surely be criticized by the whole world after the match!" Lu Yang said, "Now that Zidane acts like this, who will pay attention to the game?"
"Of course, this is also precisely the result we want to see the most. To get more people to pay attention to Croatia and advocate for peace."
Morici couldn’t believe Zidane could be so narrow-minded, Zidane was clearly showing a broad vision.
But when the match restarted, Zidane made a sliding tackle that took down Morici, leaving him bewildered.
He just applauded for me, now such a fierce tackle, is this... professionalism?
Really worth admiring!
"Appearance is still your forte, Zidane," Lu Yang said sarcastically after pulling Morici up.
"Is that so? You’re not bad either, making us feel bad for winning now." Zidane smiled and trash-talked.
"Can you win? Give me five more minutes, and I can get a hat-trick!" Lu Yang chuckled.
"Then why don’t you stop defending at your penalty box and come to our half to attack!" Zidane saw through it all.
Who’s unaware of who?
An old hypocrite.
A young shameless.
The two are simply... a perfect match!
Tweet, tweet, tweet!
Lu Yang’s brilliant header was the last goal of the match.
Three minutes later, the game was over.
The Italy Team miraculously secured a precious point against the France Team.
This was the outcome no one had anticipated before the match.
More significant than the score was that this was a game of peace football!
Not only was the score peaceful, but the core message of this match was also peace.
Lu Yang and Morici advocated for peace for Croatia.
Zidane even applauded for peace when France conceded and got equalized.
This match will undoubtedly transcend football and become a memorable event representing the peace movement!
After the match, all players of the Italy Team took to the field, all taking off their jerseys to reveal identical T-shirts underneath.
They held hands and saluted the fans, then loudly chanted their slogan in front of the cameras.
The French players did not hastily leave the field but raised their hands above their heads and applauded, joining everyone at the scene in giving applause to the Italy Team.
Peace, not war!
Peace football!
This European Cup inexplicably introduced a theme that had never been designed before, making it slightly different from any previous football tournament.
Its influence instantly doubled!