"Could it be... he’s going to... Yes! He’s starting to step back, five steps, he stepped back five steps!"
"Not more, not less, exactly five steps!"
"Now I can directly announce, Averro is definitely Lu Yang’s fan! Because he’s not only going to kick an Elevator Ball, he’s even copying Lu Yang’s free-kick technique perfectly!"
"Look quickly, his hands are hanging down, standing like a compass, it looks a bit awkward."
"But this posture is completely a replica of Lu Yang!"
"He’s starting, Averro begins to run, his movement is very fluid."
Bang!
The soccer ball effortlessly flies over the wall and then shoots towards the sky.
Did he miss it?
No!
The soccer ball sharply turns downwards, heading towards San Remo’s goal.
Areola’s forehead is dripping with sweat.
This ball... It’s so deceptive!
Just as deceptive as Lu Yang’s Elevator Ball!
How is it possible!
How is it possible for anyone to kick an Elevator Ball as strong as Lu Yang’s?
So many players in San Remo have tried to mimic it, but this technique is extremely difficult, and no one has been able to capture the essence.
And this Portuguese kid... What on earth has he done in front of Lu Yang’s poster!
How many times has he mimicked on the pitch?
Swish!
The sound is very crisp.
Areola didn’t manage to save it.
Goal!
"GOAL! GOAL! GOAL!"
"This is absolutely a dramatic scene!"
"Chris Averro scores directly from a free kick, claiming his third goal in the Champions League group stage!"
"He’s incredibly brilliant! This free kick is so decisive and spectacular!"
"The crucial point is, this is Lu Yang’s free-kick style! Averro has completely replicated Lu Yang’s Elevator Ball!"
"Is this his response to Lu Yang’s provocative Scorpion Tail Rabona?"
"It’s 1-2! Sporting Lisbon pulls one back! They seem to have finally found their own rhythm!"
"Oh! Averro pushed his teammates away, he wants a personal celebration."
"He leaps high, half turns in the air, swings his hands down from above, landing heavily, like a god descending to earth, this... this is one of Lu Yang’s classic celebration moves!"
"It’s confirmed! Averro is absolutely Lu Yang’s fan! He didn’t admit it in previous interviews!"
"There’s nothing that can explain better than this celebration!"
"Averro seems to have realized it too, his face is slightly red, he can’t argue now."
Watching the Portuguese celebrating wildly, Morici approached Lu Yang: "I thought about it, ten years later, countless strikers would make such celebratory moves after scoring."
"But I didn’t expect your fanboy would appear so soon."
"And he even scored one against us!"
"This kid is really lucky!"
Lu Yang also looked at Averro and smiled knowingly.
This... really can’t make one angry.
Having your fanboy score against you, is it really this complicated?
Mei Luo has fanboys all over the world, at the end of their career being chased every day by their fanboys asking for jerseys, it feels... a bit embarrassing!
Although the fanboys have no ill intentions, although everyone will understand.
But if possible, they might prefer to comfort the fanboys after winning, right?
Instead of hearing others say, "Even though I beat you, you’re my idol."
Lu Yang patted Morici on the head: "If he’s really my fanboy, then scoring this goal is probably not just luck."
"Besides... he might score more than just one."
Morici looked at Lu Yang.
Did Lu Yang just acknowledge that kid named Averro?
"Don’t forget what my biggest talent is," Lu Yang said.
"Um... you have talent?" Morici couldn’t help but interrupt.
Lu Yang almost threw a shoulder tackle.
Actually, Morici knows.
Lu Yang has many talents.
Good stamina, can’t stop running.
Strong long-range shot.
Very versatile, great defensive talent.
Exceptional vision.
Even his speed has increased.
And he’s very disciplined, training extensively.
But... if you have to say the greatest, none of these is it.
Lu Yang’s greatest talent is his never-extinguishing desire for victory in matches!
Regardless of opportunities, as long as the game hasn’t ended, he will never give up.
Morici looked again at Averro, who had already finished celebrating.
This time, Morici saw in Averro’s eyes the same thing he sees in Lu Yang’s eyes.
Under that determined gaze, it seems to write "I must win" in bold letters.
...
After the halftime break, the second half began.
The score remained 1-2, with the visiting San Remo leading.
However, unlike the first half, right winger Lu Yang swapped positions with Bai Zhami and moved to the left winger position.
He even shrunk his position, forming a practical left midfielder feeling, pushing Delarre forward.
In this way, Lu Yang and Averro faced off directly.
"You can run away, Averro." Lu Yang looked at Averro who was carrying the ball.
Before this, Averro had been intercepted by Lu Yang three times in a row.
"You’re just lucky, I’ll get past you!" Averro replied defiantly, launching another attack against Lu Yang.
Bang!
After a Rabona, Averro charged past Lu Yang.
He teased Lu Yang!
However, in the next second, Lu Yang caught up.
The Rabona is indeed hard to defend.
But... Lu Yang’s burst and speed are not inferior to Averro’s.
The two collided at high speed, Lu Yang gained the upper hand.
As Averro was suppressed by Lu Yang’s body and had to slow down, Lu Yang suddenly went to the ground, making a tackle!