Averro is not wrong; it’s the striker’s duty to win a penalty for his team in the penalty area.
But the main referee is not targeting Averro either; the main referee is just maintaining the discipline of the game.
With only ten minutes left in the match, players’ emotions will become increasingly intense, so the main referee has to strengthen enforcement at this time.
However... the main referee still hasn’t handed out the yellow card.
Because after Areola got the ball, he didn’t give Averro a chance to complain. At Lu Yang’s signal, he immediately threw the football back to Lu Yang.
Lu Yang dribbled, taking Big Step Meteor strides!
He’s going to launch a counter-counterattack!
Averro saw this, which is why he immediately got up from the grass and rushed towards Lu Yang.
He was very angry!
Lu Yang ruined his goal, so he wants to ruin Lu Yang’s goal too!
Bang!
Facing Sporting Lisbon’s midfielders, Lu Yang just slightly changed the direction of his dribble and passed them.
He’s speeding up.
No one can slow him down. That’s the characteristic of Kaka’s Big Step Meteor.
To make him stop, you either wait until he’s about to shoot, or you’ve already fouled him.
Bang!
Lu Yang changed his touch point again, making another slight route change, and passed another person.
"Wow! Lu Yang hasn’t rested; after completing a defense from the front to the backcourt, he immediately started a sprint from the backcourt to the frontcourt!"
"Sporting Lisbon’s formation has been completely disrupted; Lu Yang has ten thousand paths to break through."
"No one can stop Lu Yang!"
"Oh! Averro caught up! Averro’s speed is incredible; he can actually keep up with Lu Yang!"
"Averro previously sprinted half a field less than Lu Yang, so he currently has a stamina advantage."
"In terms of stamina, Averro is undoubtedly inferior to Lu Yang, who is famously the Ironman. However... this high-speed sprint is anaerobic exercise, requiring physical strength different from what we usually refer to in soccer players."
"In this regard, young Averro may have an advantage. Of course, Lu Yang isn’t much older, just a bit over nineteen."
"Sporting Lisbon’s center-back knows he will be surpassed by Lu Yang; he can only take a risk and go for a tackle... Slide tackle! He’s sliding in! Lu Yang pushes the ball forward in advance, and the football goes past."
"Lu Yang was tackled down! This foul is certainly worth a card. It could be a yellow card, or perhaps a red card."
"But the main referee didn’t blow the whistle, instead making a signal for an advantage in favor of the attack. Because Lu Yang didn’t fall, he stumbled but maintained his balance and chased after the football."
"During this time, Averro finally caught up. Oh, his face is pale from the run, clearly showing he is exhausted."
"Averro took up a defensive position, covering for his team’s central defender who was out of position. He did what Lu Yang just did, coming back from the front to the backcourt for a crucial defense!"
After regaining ball control, Lu Yang looked up and saw Averro’s young face in his view.
His lips turned somewhat pale.
Lu Yang didn’t hesitate; no one can stop him.
He dribbled towards the unsteady Averro.
Averro didn’t expect Lu Yang to still want to take it solo.
Just now, Lu Yang could have fallen, which would have been a very threatening free kick from the frontfield.
But Lu Yang didn’t opt for it.
Now Lu Yang, having just stabilized the ball, is thinking of breaking into the penalty area instead of passing to teammates like Talista.
Is he really not tired?
This is a true back-and-forth!
And at a high pace all the way.
Averro swore his feet feel like they’re tied with sandbags, leaving him too weak even to shoot. Yet Lu Yang still wants to break into the penalty area. Does he have the energy to break through and shoot?
Averro turned, adjusted his defensive posture, and moved somewhat correctly.
But just then, Lu Yang dribbled the ball.
The football flew to the right.
Averro breathed a sigh of relief, shifted slightly to the left to block Lu Yang’s breakthrough route.
Lu Yang chose the wrong direction to break through.
He chose a far corner direction.
In this way, Averro only needs to move slightly to position himself between the ball and Lu Yang.
Hmm?
The ball that clearly flew to the right suddenly changed direction to the left.
Slipping through Averro’s legs.
Rabona!
Or, the Divine Dragon Tail!
Lu Yang broke through Averro from the left side.
Averro froze in place, and finally, his legs gave way, collapsing on the field.
He was faked out!
He scored two goals in Lu Yang’s style.
And Lu Yang faked out Averro using the same technique that Averro used to fake Morici!
Next, facing the Sporting Lisbon goalkeeper’s advance, Lu Yang hesitated, then adopted a stance suggesting a lob to the far corner.
And then...
Bang!
Lu Yang’s hands fiercely swung to the right.
He shot at a tricky near corner!
The power and angle were both more than sufficient.
When it comes to shooting, Lu Yang never lacks confidence.
Swoosh!
The football drilled into the net.
Three-two!
San Remo takes the lead again.
After scoring.
Lu Yang truly felt his legs go weak, so he didn’t celebrate but directly lay down in the penalty area.
Tired!
This back-and-forth run is truly exhausting.
Just now, with the Rabona, he almost lost control of the ball, almost sending it flying away.
As for the shot, when the power is sufficient, Lu Yang doesn’t need to swing his hands to the right so vigorously.
Swinging the hands implies using the arms, meaning the upper body twists, meaning the hips twist, meaning thighs, calves, heels, soles, and toes are all exerting force!
He has no extra energy left.