Five meters!
What’s the concept of that?
A penalty kick is close to the goal, right?
About eleven meters.
Just now, Ancelotti’s unguarded shot at the far post, eight meters.
Now... five meters!
This distance, and Ancelotti was directly facing the goal.
Honestly speaking, it’s difficult to miss.
But...
The ball veered off past the left goalpost.
The entire stadium was shocked!
Ancelotti, Kolber, Vidal, Turan, and even the Juventus coach standing on the sidelines, all reached a high level of spiritual unity at this moment.
They almost simultaneously knelt on the lawn, holding their heads.
Can’t take it anymore!
Really can’t take it!
Isn’t it in for sure?
This is fake, right!
Lu Yang looked at Ancelotti and shook his head imperceptibly.
At this moment, in Lu Yang’s eyes, Ancelotti was full of shadows of that joyful twenty-year-old boy.
Scoring a goal is trivial in the face of happiness!
Lu Yang walked over and helped Ancelotti up.
"You were once called the Prince Zebra," Lu Yang said, "but now, I think you might have a greater name."
Ancelotti looked at Lu Yang. He knew this person’s knack for sarcasm.
But he was prepared for it.
Whether it’s "King of Slips," "Not Skillful," "Top Five Shooter," "Chance Terminator," "Goal Line Defender," or "Crash Creator," he could accept it, he’d heard them all last season.
"Jesus of Soccer!" Lu Yang said before turning around to run.
Ancelotti took a long time to digest this before realizing how fragile his seemingly strong heart was.
This...
"It’s you who’s Jesus of Soccer!" Ancelotti shouted at Lu Yang.
The next second, the entire stadium was silent.
This...
"Jesus of Soccer! Jesus of Soccer!"
The not-so-numerous fans of San Remo started shouting, their voices loud and echoing throughout the Juventus Stadium.
Journalists smacked their heads.
This title is awesome!
Such a divine-level open goal miss, what else could it be but Jesus of Soccer?
Juventus was trying their hardest to crush San Remo, and yet Ancelotti’s big foot just refused to do any killing.
Juventus is like Tang Monk, Serie A is like the Tathagata, Jesus of Soccer, who else?
...
In the eighty-ninth minute, retribution came again.
Delarre dribbled consecutively at midfield, drawing enough defense before backheeling to Morici.
Morici seized the gap, with a precise through ball.
Lu Yang and Talista, who had ghostlike positioning, appeared successively on the through ball line.
"Hat-trick!" Lu Yang shouted loudly.
He had already scored twice!
In an instant, Chiavich immediately rushed towards Lu Yang.
Bang!
The two collided heavily, and Chiavich fought desperately to prevent Lu Yang from turning around.
As long as Lu Yang doesn’t turn, he can’t complete the shooting action.
The score was two to two, the match in its final moments.
Even if they can’t win, at least don’t lose!
But then Chiavich heard the main referee’s whistle, then saw him pointing to the center circle, signaling that the goal was valid.
Chiavich was dumbfounded, are you sure you’re not calling for a Lu Yang or me violation?
Lu Yang didn’t even shoot, where did the goal come from?
Chiavich looked down.
Lu Yang’s feet were empty.
He looked back, Audi was fishing the ball out of the net, then kicked it into the air, venting his frustration.
This...
"What the hell are you protecting without a ball?" Chiavich was about to cry.
"What the hell are you contesting for without a ball? You contest, I don’t protect? Am I stupid?" Lu Yang countered, baffled.
"But but but..." Chiavich was speechless.
Wasn’t the ball at Lu Yang’s feet?
Where’s your hat-trick?
Chiavich looked up at the big screen.
It turned out, just as Lu Yang and Chiavich made contact, Lu Yang split his legs, the ball slipped through under him, and also under Chiavich.
Lu Yang didn’t touch the ball at all!
The ball rolled directly to Talista.
In the penalty area, Talista was once again one-on-one.
This time, he didn’t fail and scored!
Three to two, San Remo killed Juventus!
Chiavich stomped and pounded his chest in anger.
This backdrop, afraid it will last for years.
There hasn’t been such a blunder in soccer for a long time.
A center-back intensely guarding a striker without the ball, it’s adorably foolish!
Juventus losing at home?
No!
They won’t accept such an outcome!
In the third minute of extra time, Juventus launched a quick flash storm!
From the backfield to the forefront, eleven consecutive passes, practically flawless.
After Turan reached the byline, he easily crossed from the wing, the power, curvature, and speed of the ball were absolutely perfect.
Turan even believed this was the most beautiful cross of his life.
And it fooled everyone!
Because the ball flew to the far post again.
Three meters!
This time, Ancelotti was only three meters from the goal!
The ball’s landing was very comfortable.
With his ghostly positioning, he was still unguarded!
In fact, all players, including San Remo’s goalkeeper, were in front of the goal.
Half the goal was wide open, completely exposed to Ancelotti.
Don’t even talk about the soccer ball.
If it were like those giant helium balloons tied outside sales offices at apartment openings, even those could go in.
Ancelotti’s eyes were firm, this time, he was determined to kick this damned ball in!
Bam!
The ball flew almost straight up and down into the sky.
Finally, under everyone’s watchful eyes, it descended from the sky, landing behind the goal.
Lu Yang was dumbfounded.
Sterling is actually this tough?
This is really a bit bullying.
Looking at the tears glistening in Ancelotti’s eyes, Lu Yang knew well that from now on, the world had one less love assassin, and one more endangered source of joy and gentleness!