Moreover... Italian players have yet to achieve a hat-trick in the European Cup.
This...
Ancelotti’s hand trembled.
This is a series of records, damn it.
Myself...
"Lu!" Ancelotti held the football, turned around, and looked at Lu Yang, saying with distress, "How about you take it?"
In an instant, all the players of the Italy Team fell silent.
Were their ears playing tricks on them?
What did they hear?
This...
Impossible, right?
If you say there’s nothing wrong with Ancelotti and Lu Yang’s relationship, it indeed seems so, at least there’s absolutely nothing wrong on the field.
But to truly say there’s no problem would underestimate everyone’s emotional intelligence a bit.
Moreover, as Ancelotti ages and Lu Yang becomes increasingly domineering, their future relationship might become worse.
This is something that’s easily predictable.
But now, Ancelotti is actually letting Lu Yang take the penalty?
What on earth is this Prince thinking?
He and Lu Yang...
Clearly, this move also excited the commentators and fans.
"Ancelotti seems ready to give up the penalty, he is talking with Lu Yang!" the commentator said, "This is unbelievable, Ancelotti has never done this in his career!"
"Prince Zebra doesn’t need to give up penalties to anyone, this is Ancelotti’s pride!"
"But now... perhaps... this is the legacy of the Italy Team!"
"Previously, there were rumors of discord between Ancelotti and Lu Yang, including Lu Yang never having the chance to transfer to Juventus, etc. But now it seems, these are just storms created out of quiet seas. There’s no problem between Lu Yang and Ancelotti at all!"
"If Lu Yang accepts and scores this penalty, he will set several records in the European Cup, he... wait, what’s he doing, he’s actually..."
Before the commentator could finish, a new change appeared on the field.
Lu Yang shook his head and said to Ancelotti: "No, Ancelotti... this is yours!"
At this moment, the entire Italy Team became different instantly.
Their team spirit seemed to have ascended.
Everyone’s face showed a surprised expression.
No one can refuse a penalty when they’re on a hat-trick!
But Lu Yang did it.
Many well-known players and head coaches who were watching the match in the stands also clicked their tongues.
"I’ve never seen such a player. Sometimes, he fights for free-kicks, but sometimes, he can even refuse a penalty!" Mr. Winter was simply impressed by Lu Yang.
When he made that Curved Moon Blade shot, everyone only saw Lu Yang’s brilliance.
But they ignored what consequences might erupt if Lu Yang, who was then insignificant, had not scored, especially the dispute over free-kick rights with Ancelotti.
Frankly speaking, that might have even destroyed his career.
A free-kick, with a scoring rate of less than twenty percent, not even ten percent, what’s there to fight over?
Similarly, a penalty!
With a scoring rate as high as seventy-five percent, what’s there to decline?
"He only scores critical goals! At the line between life and death, he only trusts himself." Gudiola almost rubbed his head bald, "With this score, Italy has already advanced, scoring this penalty would surely kill the game, but missing it won’t be a problem either."
"So Lu Yang doesn’t need this penalty, but instead lets it be taken by Ancelotti, the team’s first-choice penalty taker."
"He is never bound by rules, but he won’t easily break them. His calmness, courage, and ability to let go make people envious!"
"This strategic vision... If only either Mateo or Moreira had such awareness, Barça wouldn’t have..."
Gudiola didn’t continue.
Barça’s troubles, only they know.
Moreira has already clearly indicated that he will stay at most for another season; if there’s no progress, he will leave.
However, he does not realize that he actually should leave now.
Otherwise, in the next season, his status will be even lower than the last, and his situation will be even more perilous.
Ancelotti’s eyes glistened with tears.
For the first time, he didn’t have the confidence to take the penalty, despite being the team’s first-choice penalty taker.
If he were Lu Yang, he wouldn’t refuse.
He might even actively strive for it.
Because... the opportunity to make history is right in front of him.
But Lu Yang did the opposite...
A book called "Perspective" turned its pages in Ancelotti’s mind.
He understood.
Boom!
Ancelotti made his run-up and shot.
Boom!
The Portuguese goalkeeper, as if on drugs, unexpectedly parried the ball.
Ancelotti was dumbfounded.
Missed again!
This...
Wasn’t it the second time?
Missing penalties in two consecutive matches, he...
Boom!
The football flew back from the penalty area and went straight into the net.
Young Morici rushed into the penalty area, made a volley, and scored the follow-up shot!
Only then did Ancelotti relax a little, but he still felt weak.
It’s too hard!
Taking penalties is too hard!
When his teammates were celebrating, Ancelotti suddenly said to Lu Yang: "Lu, in the future... you take the penalties."
Lu Yang was stunned.
When he confirmed that there was no resentment or reluctance in Ancelotti’s eyes, he said, "I’ll follow the head coach’s arrangements."
Ancelotti nodded, indicating he would talk to Maniero.
He felt relieved.
Relieved about the stolen free-kick in the past.
Relieved about his status within the team.
Also relieved about the penalty rights.
His form indeed had some issues.
It’s time to let more capable people seize those hard-won opportunities for the team.