"Perrotta is getting old!"
"Yeah! The Wolf King in twilight, knocked down by a 1.78 meter little powerhouse!"
"Didn’t even earn a free kick, what a pity."
"If he had gone to Manchester United back then, maybe everything would be different."
"League titles would be a given, maybe even the Champions League!"
"In his youth, he was skilled with the ball."
"That’s football for you, nobody can stay at the peak forever."
"From the looks of it, his choice of sticking with one team and city was a mistake!"
Fans were buzzing with discussions.
Perrotta lifted his head, looking around, seeing the eyes of the fans, especially some Italian fans.
He saw pity, he saw regret.
What he saw was a denial of his career!
In that moment, he felt a pang in his heart.
It seemed he... really made the wrong choice.
It seemed he... really was old!
At the same time.
In Lu Yang’s mind, a Peak Card shattered.
"Ding! You used a Peak Card, random selection in process... Peak Card target locked, Perrotta!"
"Hey!" Someone patted Perrotta’s shoulder behind him, he turned around and saw Lu Yang, "I’m fine."
Perrotta pointed to his ankle, indicating that he wasn’t injured by Mike Loring earlier.
He knew that every time an old veteran like him fell, teammates would worry.
Because once they truly fall, they might never return to this green field.
Lu Yang shook his head and smiled: "I heard you were once the world’s number one pillar central forward?"
Perrotta was stunned.
These words...
Just minutes ago, someone used them as a dagger to stab his heart.
Now, why was Lu Yang... saying them?
It was too coincidental.
Perhaps Lu Yang wanted to show concern, but his words... instead touched Perrotta’s sore spot.
Perrotta instinctively nodded, then wanted to turn away.
But he couldn’t turn.
Because his shoulder was held firmly by Lu Yang.
Lu Yang lightly raised his head, looking into Perrotta’s eyes, said: "But I think, right now... you are still the world’s number one pillar central forward! Still so high! Still so strong! Still so powerful! Still so versatile, even to the point of being invincible!"
"Are you kidding me?" Perrotta thought Lu Yang was crazy, clearly he was already...
"You could think I’m joking," Lu Yang said, "but you could also believe me, or rather... believe in yourself. Time can wear down your body, but it cannot extinguish your will!"
"King of the Red Wolves, Italy Team needs the help of the world’s number one pillar central forward! Can you do it?"
Having said his piece, Lu Yang ran towards the backfield, preparing to defend.
While Perrotta stayed in place thinking for a long time.
He thought it was a long time.
But actually, it was just a moment.
Perrotta’s gaze grew determined.
No matter if he is currently the world’s number one pillar central forward, he is willing to do whatever it takes to help the Italy Team.
Just as he remained committed to his decision to stay in Rome City, never regretting it!
...
"It’s tough, England leads three to one, Italy has no chance!"
"England’s formation is already contracting, they are skilled at parking the bus."
"The key is their counterattack is terrifying, if Italy dares to go all-in, England might score several more goals!"
"Long Passes are ingrained in the English, they won’t give Italy too many crossing opportunities."
"Italy’s key to turning things around lies in Perrotta. He is the highest point on the field, his headers are the only weapon to break England’s bus!"
"But Perrotta may not gain the upper hand against White and Tessli, his ability to battle has declined, and his speed has slowed significantly."
As the match progressed, it became almost a face-off.
The few X-factors capable of changing the outcome dwindled.
Minute seventy-eight.
Rashim got a chance to counterattack, he and Mancini directly blasted through Italy’s midfield.
But Mancini hesitated outside the penalty box, not shooting directly, instead dribbling horizontally to find a better shot opportunity.
As a result, Lu Yang accelerated back to defend, directly completing the interception.
At this moment, most players from England and Italy were near the midfield.
The English were lured out!
Counterattack the counterattack!
Lu Yang made a low long pass, extremely fast.
The ball crossed midfield, landing at the front point.
England’s defense line rapidly retreated.
White leaned against Perrotta’s back, competing with Perrotta.
But due to height, Perrotta clearly had the advantage.
Bang.
Perrotta chest-stopped the ball and then without waiting for the ball to drop, flicked it over the top.
This was a... back overhead flick!
Spin!
Perrotta quickly turned around, sliding past White with an extremely flexible move, and White never imagined a towering figure like Perrotta could make such a nimble move.
He was bypassed by Perrotta like a wooden stump.
Gordon and Redkrap, who had rushed ahead earlier, immediately chased back, following behind Perrotta.
But Perrotta’s dribbling speed was surprisingly not slow at all.
It’s outrageous!
Who does he think he is?
Izalelt?
Is this kind of dribbling towards the penalty area really suitable for a 1.93 meter tall central forward like you?
Tessli had been retreating, but seeing White being bypassed, he had no choice but to step up and confront Perrotta head-on.
However, he was confident.
Neville was already closing in, and he would appear behind Tessli, becoming a double insurance.