Besides, do the other people know Lu Yang’s skills, as if the teammates of San Remo wouldn’t know?
Let’s not even mention Lu Yang’s Curved Moon Blade!
Even just his Elevator Ball is enough to teach most goalkeepers a lesson.
And isn’t this distance right here exactly where Lu Yang has the highest hit rate with his Elevator Ball?
"Exactly, just shoot through them, damn!" Morici’s eyes flashed with mischief, joining in the fun.
At this moment, many teammates turned to look at Ancelotti, who was holding the football.
Ancelotti was in a spot.
Damn you, Laveran.
Would it kill you if you didn’t speak?
This is great, now what do I do?
Even if Lu Yang were just an ordinary teammate, at this moment, he would at least have to ask for Lu Yang’s opinion to give up the free kick for a teammate.
Besides, Lu Yang is a rather special player.
A lot of the team members have a good impression of him because he is indeed very capable, can help the team win, and can score goals.
So when Maniero grants some privileges to Lu Yang, nobody in the team ever objects.
Plus, when playing against France Team, Lu Yang rallied everyone to play for peace in Croatia, which unexpectedly made him a team leader, and a successful one.
At the time, these events seemed isolated and insignificant.
But when linked together, they slowly began to have a chemical effect.
"Lu, do you have confidence?"
"Or, should we let Lu deal with Laveran?"
"The Portuguese are too arrogant!"
"Really infuriating, really want Lu to give it a go!"
Perrotta, Drake, Bernulin, and Praxedes didn’t say it explicitly, but the message was clear.
If it wasn’t for considering Ancelotti’s feelings, they might have spoken out directly.
Finally, after a moment of internal struggle, Ancelotti extended his hand and passed the football forward: "You want to?"
Lu Yang looked at Ancelotti.
The two men exchanged glances for over ten seconds.
"Thank you!" Lu Yang said, taking the football and then hugged Ancelotti with one arm.
Honestly, at that moment, Ancelotti felt a strange sense of emotion.
What the hell is going on?
Didn’t I particularly despise this brat who doesn’t respect his elders?
Ancelotti was a bit embarrassed.
But cheers erupted from the stands.
Obviously, everyone wanted to see Lu Yang take this free kick.
They wanted to see a direct showdown between Lu Yang and Laveran.
Lu Yang found his spot.
He placed the football, then took five careful steps back.
He stood with legs apart, hands slightly open, like a War God, staring ahead.
Beep!
The referee blew the whistle, indicating the kick could be taken.
Lu Yang took a deep breath and started moving forward at a steady pace.
Bang!
The War God swung his leg.
The football shot out like a bullet, racing into the sky!
Laveran jumped high, but the ball was too high for him to reach.
The entire wall of players turned their heads as they hadn’t even landed yet.
They thought there was no way this ball would go in.
Laveran even had a smile on his face.
This is a wild kick!
Hahaha!
This level, indeed worthy of a Serie B player, well-deserved, truly...
Bang!
In an instant, the ball made a rapid turn downwards, brushing under the crossbar and bounced into the net.
The goalkeeper stood still.
Lu Yang scores with an Elevator Ball!
Italy pulls one back!
Lu Yang immediately rushed into the goal, looking like he was going to grab the football.
Everyone detests this behavior because it’s basically saying, we can score another goal.
So, Laveran rushed towards Lu Yang immediately.
He collided with Lu Yang, but Lu Yang was prepared, bulldozing into Laveran with the form of a rugby running back, and then both of them fell to the ground.
Laveran really hurt.
But Lu Yang only tactically fell.
After all, if there was a real confrontation, with their numbers, if someone held Lu Yang, he might actually take a few hits.
A wise man does not stand by a crumbling wall.
Lu Yang wouldn’t put the humanity of the Portugal Team players to the test.
The main referee rushed over and warned Laveran again.
Laveran looked like, darn, I’m the one who got hurt here.
How could the main referee believe him?
You are a renowned tough defender in La Liga, a troublemaker listed in major referees’ blacklists, it’s good enough if you don’t bully others, how could someone bully you?
Look at this Lu Yang, he rose from lower-league football, he’s only nineteen, how could he possibly know so many dirty tricks?
Right, Xiaolu?
Lu Yang nodded repeatedly, like he simply wanted to help the team score another goal.
"You damn well shouldn’t be playing football, you should go to Hollywood, I think you might even win an Oscar!" Laveran sarcastically criticized Lu Yang’s excellent acting, shamelessly.
Lu Yang smiled and said, "No worries, even though I’ve always been playing football, unless something unexpected happens, I might actually get an Oscar nomination next year!"
"Gone Girl" was critically and commercially successful.
It’s also Sofia’s first foray into Hollywood.
No matter how exclusive Hollywood is, they can’t pass this movie over for nominations.
Even if they don’t give it a major award, they wouldn’t dare skip nominations for Best Screenplay, Best Editing, or some important awards.
Laveran almost spat blood.
He almost forgot, some media said Lu Yang might earn Fifty million euros from this movie.
Thinking about his own three million euros annual salary made Laveran feel depressed.