Chapter 1109 265: Attention, Attention, the San Remo Miracle..._5

This move definitely has the suspicion of a foul.

If it continues, a penalty could be awarded.

"Ah!"

Lu Yang continued to exert force, rooting himself to the ground, and his waist and abdomen began to recoil.

Stiepelman's eyes revealed terror.

What the hell is this... this...

Unless Stiepelman blatantly used his hands, he felt he was almost unable to hold down this Lu Yang.

But continuing to pull could very likely be discovered by the main referee, because Lu Yang's shout almost attracted all the players in the penalty area.

Under everyone's eyes, Stiepelman couldn't possibly give San Remo a penalty.

"Get up!"

Lu Yang roared in anger, his whole body leaned slightly forward and jumped out diagonally.

Stiepelman couldn't hold Lu Yang down and fell forward.

Bang!

Lu Yang's head brushed the ball, then he heavily fell to the ground.

The next moment, he felt a heavy weight on him.

Stiepelman also landed on top of him.

However, Stiepelman used his hand to support himself on the ground, so he didn't press down on Lu Yang, there was only slight contact.

But even with this movement, the main referee could call a foul on Stiepelman.

Because when Lu Yang was in the air, Stiepelman crashed into Lu Yang's leg, this type of contact is definitely a foul.

Whistle!

A whistle sounded.

Despair filled Stiepelman's heart.

A penalty was given!

He had actually given away a penalty!

However, when he turned to look at the main referee, he found that the referee did not point to the penalty spot, but instead pointed to the center circle.

Indicating, the goal is valid!

The whole stadium was silent.

Parc des Princes, deathly silent.

No one knew what had happened.

But that football lay quietly in Paris Saint-Germain's goal.

The big screen replay showed Lu Yang's back header scored directly!

The next moment, a figure struggled up from the ground.

It was Lu Yang!

"Ah!!!"

He shouted wildly as he charged toward the corner flag area.

It was a goal!

This could this not be a game-winner?

Thud!

The excited Lu Yang fell while running, but he immediately scrambled to his feet with hands and feet, looking somewhat awkward.

His teammates followed behind him, rushing to the corner flag area together.

Lu Yang directly reached out and pulled the microphone off the camera held by the cameraman at the sideline and shouted loudly into it: "Attention, please, attention..."

In an instant, all the fans watching in the San Remo area had their hairs stand on end.

This...

Could this voice be...

Through the camera, everyone looked at Lu Yang on the screen.

Three and a half years had passed.

Three years ago, a boy once brought a long-awaited victory to San Remo, ending a losing streak, and ran to the sidelines, yelling that sentence to all the fans.

Many people laughed back then.

Because it was too juvenile.

Moreover, it was just a single victory, was it necessary?

But time gave everyone an answer.

Everyone who experienced that moment could never forget the way that youth was full of spirit.

"Attention, please, attention... the San Remo miracle... sets sail for the last time!" Lu Yang shouted hoarsely into the microphone, "Our goal is..."

Behind him, Morici, Naji, Fernandez, Camihong, Lam, Kaint, and even Talista, it was as if they went crazy, suddenly remembering those two words.

"Championship!"

All the players shouted frantically together.

Bernulin and Areola in the backfield, Sotu and Old Tom on the sidelines, die-hard old fan Brownie in the San Remo fan area, every San Remo fan in front of their TVs, even every Italy fan, and China fan...

"Our goal is! Our goal is! Our goal is!" Lu Yang shouted again.

Important things should be said three times.

"Championship!"

"Championship!"

"Championship!"

Parc des Princes, completely overwhelmed!