Chapter 1075 - 257: San Remo’s Miracle at the End of Its Strength—How Many Were Hurt? (Part 3)

"The core isn’t about whether we’re exploiting his kindness or if Lu Yang is truly saintly; the core has always been about whether we can score, and if the scoring rate is high enough."

"This is the football that belongs to Lu Yang."

"If every shot Lu Yang took hit our bodies and counted as a goal, trust me, Lu Yang could still blast a hundred more in this game! Or if the ball remained with San Remo after hitting us, then he would keep on taking powerful long shots relentlessly!"

"As I said, Lu Yang’s transformation is based on data, not anything else."

"Otherwise, do you really think his phenomenal scoring efficiency is just because he can take a powerful shot?"

"In fact, there are plenty of players who can shoot powerfully, especially in the Premier League and Brazil. Even a violent goal under high-speed dribbling and intense physical confrontation, just like Lu Yang’s, isn’t unheard of."

"Take my king Carrel for example; in this aspect, he’s actually stronger than Lu Yang. But why is Lu Yang’s goal efficiency unmatched? It even surpasses Carrel’s peak efficiency!"

"It’s because of this!"

Versachi pointed to his own head.

But coincidentally, Carrel had just finished an interview and was standing right behind Versachi, ready to comfort the crown prince who had just lost a crucial match.

The expressions on the reporters’ faces were quite astonishing.

"So you’re saying I’m not using my head well?" Carrel opened his mouth.

When Versachi turned around, he was petrified.

This...

"Dad, I mean... King Carrel, what brings you here?" Versachi was trembling all over and even coughed excitedly.

The child’s persistent cough... his position as crown prince is likely over.

The next moment, Carrel hugged Versachi’s neck: "You bastard, why didn’t you tell me this earlier? My long shots were praised so highly by the media, and I once thought that relying on long shots could conquer the world."

"As a result, both Florence and I missed several opportunities to reach the top."

"It wasn’t until three seasons ago, when I got injured from overusing my left foot for powerful shots, that I started to figure things out. After two years of practice and continuous reflection, I’ve formed a relatively complete theory."

"But you knew this from the start?"

Versachi’s face was full of innocence: "I was just paraphrasing. This is what Brother Lu told us in a tactical meeting, about a year and a half, or two years ago?"

Hearing this, Carrel almost felt like giving up on life.

They’re both players; the lesson Carrel understood only after his peak at over thirty, Lu Yang already comprehended at eighteen.

No wonder Lu Yang’s rise has been so rapid.

He’s truly a football sage delayed by labels like being tough, a macho, music, movies, Sofia, and pretty boy!

As Carrel walked away with Versachi, he glanced back at the San Remo players still celebrating on the field.

To be so young and already teammates with Lu Cheng, receiving Lu Yang’s guidance, these people are really lucky.

Stories of brilliant moments in sports are indeed reasonable and logical.

Perhaps, the eruption of Italy National Team’s veterans returning to their peak also has something to do with Lu Yang?

Carrel was clearly overthinking.

As for San Remo, Lu Yang, who was being interviewed, was quite restrained in his joy after winning the match: "I’m in a bit of a hurry, if you have any questions, please ask quickly, I need to go check on Bai Zhami."

Reporter: "The preliminary diagnosis for Bai Zhami is out; it’s a fracture of the calf, not serious, but it might take more than two months to recover, possibly making it back for the final games of the season."

Lu Yang nodded and thanked the reporter.

The situation is bad, but not particularly bad.

At least the nature of this injury means that Bai Zhami’s future prospects aren’t affected.

Such hard injuries, if well recovered, aren’t much of a problem for professional players.

It’s much better than ligament injuries.

Then Lu Yang gestured to the reporters to continue their questions.

Reporter: "You’ve advanced to the Champions League quarter-finals, did you anticipate this before?"

Lu Yang: "No, our aim was to win this match; as for the Champions League, we weren’t in the mood to think about it at the time."

Reporter: "Will today’s victory reignite your confidence in winning the league?"

Lu Yang: "Florence played most of today’s match with ten men; they are a super team with strong dominance in the league. For various reasons, San Remo’s main goal in the league this season is fourth place."

Reporter: "Have you thought about anything regarding the Champions League?"

Lu Yang: "The level of the Champions League is extremely high, similar to our match against Florence; it’s not about what we think, but about what we can do."

"In the four matches against Florence this season, we wanted to win all of them, but we only succeeded once."

In short, the Champions League is god’s domain.

The league fourth belongs to San Remo.

The former relies on fate, while the latter can be changed through effort.

Reporter: "When you scored facing Talista, did you discuss it with him?"

Lu Yang: "We have that kind of understanding."

Reporter: "Shooting towards a teammate, will that trigger criticism?"

Lu Yang: "Haven’t you seen the wall-breaking tactics? Essentially, it’s the same. If I switched places with Talista, I would also create every opportunity for his shot. This is why I keep emphasizing that today’s match result is a team effort, not just because I scored a hat trick!"