"The ball is in!"
"What did I just see? Is that a bicycle kick goal?"
"An acrobatic kick goal in the European Cup final? What kind of nerves are needed for that, what kind of imagination?"
"We just mentioned that Lu Yang’s overall performance today wasn’t bad, but it was far from his usual standards. He immediately responded with action!"
"This is the biggest difference he brings to the Italy Team. Italy Team no longer has to worry about critical balls because they have a king of critical balls!"
"Morici was too cunning, he just fooled everyone! Everyone!"
"This is a unique tacit understanding between Lu Yang and Morici! At this moment, France Team truly felt what it’s like to be pushed to the end of the road by Mo Lu!"
"There’s not much time left for France Team!"
On the field, Lu Yang rushed towards the corner flag area with a stylish knee slide, as if flying across the grass.
His fists were clenched, his face filled with joy.
At this moment, the whole stadium was captivated by this man.
"Lu Yang! Lu Yang! Lu Yang!"
Italy Team’s fans started chanting Lu Yang’s name in an organized manner.
Sofia, Lola, and Tang Yuqin were in an excited frenzy, jumping and cheering wildly for Lu Yang.
The Hollywood female stars following Sofia were all left speechless.
Turns out Sofia’s little boyfriend is so commanding?
This is way too handsome!
This...
Got them wet!
These emotionally reactive stars were stirred up watching Lu Yang celebrate on the field.
Why were ancient generals so captivating?
Because the image of one cutting through thousands of troops is so soul-stirring.
Once you’ve seen that kind of scene, you can’t forget it.
Now, the hero of Italy Team has finally emerged.
In stark contrast to Italy Team’s joy, was France Team’s frustration.
The moment Lu Yang scored, within France Team, Zidane, Robben, and Lande dropped to their knees in anger, pounding the turf!
Why!
Why could this score a goal!
Is he a monster?
Does God favor this young man from the East so much?
But supposedly, they don’t believe in God over there!
Jesus, did you bless the wrong person?
"This is the goal to end the match. Only five minutes remain, and Italy Team is only a step away from victory!" The commentator’s heart was pounding; this match was truly too wild.
"This is the second time Italy Team has come this close to the European Cup trophy!"
"And last time, it was just twenty-five minutes ago when France Team tied the game during stoppage time!"
"Can they learn from experience and hold onto the victory?"
After a brief celebration, France Team resumed the match.
The time reached the one hundred and fifteenth minute.
Alpha kicked off, Zidane received the ball.
France Team’s forwards immediately rushed forward at high speed!
Kick-off attack!
France Team is going all out!
Just like when England and German Teams would only resort to long balls at critical moments, kick-off attack is also this kind of luck-driven, zero-skill gamble!
But unlike German Team, which lacks a central forward yet insists on long passes, France Team has always excelled at quick attacks.
Zidane held the ball, facing Lu Yang’s pressing, while turning, he held off Lu Yang.
Although Lu Yang is taller and stronger than Zidane, unless he knocks Zidane down, it would be hard to snatch the ball from Zidane’s feet, as Zidane’s defensive ability is far superior to ordinary midfielders, and his ball control skills are world-class!
Bam!
Zidane leaned against Lu Yang and passed the ball out.
France Team’s right defensive midfielder Plazza and left defensive midfielder Joseph both suddenly moved forward, pushing Zidane into a deep-lying playmaker position instead.
All-out attack!
France Team’s three forwards, two midfielders, and two fullbacks, a total of seven players launched a simultaneous charge.
Zidane had too many passing options, Lu Yang couldn’t possibly block them all.
The ball drilled through Lu Yang’s legs, landing at Plazza’s feet.
Plazza passed to Joseph before Candreva could approach.
Joseph delivered a straight pass down the flank, and the world’s number one left winger Robben received it!
Breakthrough!
Robben challenged Canyes one-on-one.
With just a simple shoulder dip feint, Canyes was left behind.
Canyes attempted to turn and grab Robben, but Robben’s acceleration was too quick, Canyes caught air, stumbled, and fell!
Despair filled Canyes’s heart at that moment.
He looked up towards the penalty box.
Chiavich was actively advancing, trying for a tackle.
Robben raised his left foot, and Chiavich shifted his weight, hands behind his back.
Fake shot!
Robben nudged the ball to the right, readying his right foot to shoot.
But Chiavich was prepared, quickly switching legs, turning his right leg block into a lateral stretch of his left leg.
Robben’s shot had a high chance of being blocked by him...
Another fake shot!
Robben’s every step was a fake shot!
There was simply no way to defend against this!
In fact, if not for Chiavich’s consecutive blocks, these wouldn’t have been fake shots, but actual shots on goal.
But Robben’s adjustment ability is too strong.
You block my shots, then I’ll turn them into fake shots and reverse feint you.
You block endlessly, I fake shot endlessly!
This level of control over the ball is transcendent; currently, less than five players can achieve this in today’s football world!
Robben happens to be one of them.
Don’t ask why.
Because he is the world’s number one left winger!
Robben touched the ball again with his right foot, raising his leg for a third shot!