At this moment, Robben and Lu Yang, lying on the ground, exchanged a deep gaze, their minds filled with their own penalty shots.
He had once missed a chance to alter destiny for the France Team.
But God is fair.
This time, God returned all the decisive power to Robben.
"Robben is rushing in for the rebound!"
"Lam is pressing on his side, Chiavich is blocking the far corner, Robben’s shooting space is very limited!"
"His contact with the ball is but a moment; in a flash, no one can know what choice he will make, not even himself!"
"Near corner! Robben is going for the near corner!"
"Lu Yang first dove to the left, pushing the ball towards Alpha."
"Lu Yang then dove to the right, saving Alpha’s shot."
"Now Lu Yang is lying on the ground, propping himself up with his hands; he can’t free his hands to save, and he can’t move his fallen self to the right, he..."
"Lu Yang pushes off his feet, props himself up, and his whole body moves horizontally on the ground, desperately stretching his head out. This is...a ground version of the Fish Leaping Header!"
Bang!
Lu Yang shot out!
The ball hit Lu Yang’s forehead and bounced off the goal line!
At this moment, for the third time in this match, time stood still!
Robben opened his mouth wide, yelling "no"!
Neither Italy players nor France Team players could accept the scene before their eyes.
Triple Save!
Superb triple save!
If any goalkeeper could make such a triple save in their lifetime, they’d be destined to be a significant player in goalkeeper retrospectives.
A rare and sought-after triple save!
Lu Yang, did it!
Dang!
Lu Yang didn’t stop, his head collided with the goalpost, ringing clearly, pulling everyone out of their shock.
Lu Yang held his head and curled up involuntarily.
Pain makes people curl up; it’s instinct.
In the footage, through the gap between Lu Yang’s goalkeeper gloves, blood was clearly visible.
"Medic, medic!"
The Main Referee stopped the match immediately.
Medics entered, everyone surrounded Lu Yang.
At this moment, the match time had reached the seventh minute of extra time.
The Main Referee could end the game directly.
But he dared not.
This is France.
Reasonably, the France Team should be awarded a corner.
Because when Lu Yang blocked Robben’s rebound shot, the time had not yet reached the seventh minute.
Italy Team fans did not boo.
Because, at some unknown point, their concern for Lu Yang’s head injury surpassed their concern for this European Cup championship trophy.
Lu Yang’s brow bone was broken; the quality of the Stade de France’s goalpost is indeed impressive.
Though a lot of blood flowed, the injury wasn’t severe.
As long as there’s no concussion, it’s just an ordinary injury with no lingering aftereffects.
The medics performed simple emergency treatment directly on the pitch, wrapping Lu Yang’s head with two layers of gauze.
However, Lu Yang’s blood quickly seeped through the gauze.
Showing the large amount of bleeding.
After several finger tests, the medics declared Lu Yang could stay on the field to continue playing.
At this time, the time had come to the ninth minute of stoppage time!
This game’s playtime exceeded the longest match most fans have ever seen in their lives.
Zidane stood at the corner area, ready to take the corner kick.
Dominic rushed up; France Team had all eleven players in Italy Team’s half.
They had a two-player spatial advantage; the Italy Team couldn’t track each of them.
This corner could very well create a miracle for the France Team.
Bang!
Zidane sent out the corner, aiming for the middle point!
Lu Yang judged quickly, leapt up.
Simultaneously, from front to back, Robben, Plazza, Alpha, Lande, Turan, almost all jumped at the same time.
But one person jumped exceptionally high.
In countless minds, a single fist towered over, overshadowing the minor peaks.
Bang!
Lu Yang soared skyward; his right fist pounded down from above, forward from behind, like Ultraman Tiga!
At this moment, his right fist opened the sky, transforming into a dragon!
The ball, encountering a heavy blow, flew directly outside the penalty area, rolling towards the midfield.
Beep beep beep!
The next moment, three whistles sounded.
The whole match...ended!
Italy Team is...champion!
European Cup champion, De Laurant Cup title!
Champion!