Chapter 1128 - 270: Starting with a Moment Card, Ranked Third in the World (Part 3)

Finally, Hector with blond hair took a long shot, missing the goal.

Areola kicked the goal ball.

Morici came back to receive the ball, then directly moved it to the left, to Delarre’s feet.

As soon as Delarre got the ball, Bai Zhami sprinted forward.

Sanchis immediately retreated to defend.

Even Hector took a few steps back instantly to avoid leaving Bai Zhami facing only Sanchis once he got the ball.

But Hector’s retreat gave Delarre enough space to handle the ball.

Bang!

After a slight wait, Delarre aimed for the right and made a long pass.

The football flew towards the right wing.

Lu Yang was sprinting wildly.

However, Real Madrid’s left-back Robert Junior was incredibly fast, sticking to Lu Yang the entire match.

Position-wise, Lu Yang had no advantage.

But...

Junior was only 1.70 meters tall, even shorter than Morici.

And Lu Yang...

Bang!

After a collision, Junior decisively chose to give up body contact with Lu Yang, guarding the inside instead.

Facing the football, Lu Yang made a direct chip.

The football went over Junior’s head.

The height of 1.74 meters was just right.

He controlled the ball directly, bypassing his opponent!

Lu Yang’s action was very bold.

At this moment, Junior felt he wasn’t facing Lu Yang from Serie A, but rather... Moreira from Barça!

Lu Yang took the lead, rushing past Junior.

No matter how fast Junior was, he could only follow behind Lu Yang.

However, Real Madrid’s Iron Guard Rubio was renowned for his fast movement and fierce defense.

As the football flew in the sky, he deliberately shifted towards Lu Yang’s path, ready to provide cover any time needed.

Rubio made a rapid strike.

The football descended from the sky, and Rubio didn’t leave Lu Yang any room to handle it.

However, Lu Yang was fearless of collisions, directly crashing into Rubio.

After all, Lu Yang was advancing, while Rubio had to consider positioning and other factors, so Lu Yang had an acceleration advantage.

Rubio, being not a heavyweight center-back, was a mere 1.84 meters tall, slightly shorter than Lu Yang, and not much stronger in physique than Lu Yang.

Thus, Lu Yang gained favorable ground, forcing Rubio back two steps.

Lu Yang leaned against Rubio, facing away from the goal outside the penalty area.

Bang!

The football descended, and Lu Yang chipped it again, directing the ball towards his right.

Then he turned around, chasing after the football.

Rubio was blocked by Lu Yang, and his sight was obstructed, leaving him unaware that the football had arrived on his other side.

Real Madrid’s youth-trained center-back Balajana was inside the box, realizing Lu Yang’s brilliant double chip first.

The ball flew to a position before him, and he moved forward, attempting to break it out.

However, the football’s height was awkward.

By the time he moved near the football, it was a bit below his chest.

He couldn’t head it.

Nor could he raise his foot high enough.

Just as he planned to use his abdomen to touch the ball, Lu Yang, freed from Rubio, dashed into the box and knocked the ball to the right with his left foot.

The football flew past Balajana’s eyes towards the right.

And before the football descended for the fourth time, Lu Yang, leaning against Balajana on the left and Rubio behind him, made a powerful volley!

Junior’s sliding tackle was a step late.

Swish!

The ball found the net; despite Real Madrid’s trio of defenders, the goalkeeper Luis couldn’t touch the ball.

Goal, scored!

The Bernabéu, plunged into silence.

Because this goal, exceeded everyone’s magnificent expectations.

"GOAL! Unbelievable! Lu Yang scores again!"

"A brace! Two to five! San Remo is truly fighting back!"

"Seventh minute! In seven minutes, Lu Yang scored two goals consecutively!"

"More than just the stats, the brilliance of Lu Yang’s goal cannot be put into words!"

"Three consecutive skillful moves! Lu Yang and the football seem to have a special synchrony!"

"This doesn’t seem like Serie A’s football, but rather Brazilian football! At this moment, Lu Yang’s silhouette overlapped infinitely with Barça King Moreira, but Lu Yang seemed faster!"

"Junior isn’t taller than Lu Yang, Rubio isn’t stronger than Lu Yang, and Balajana isn’t as agile as Lu Yang; Lu Yang’s goal is as beautiful as a painting.".

"In his presence, the Real Madrid stars couldn’t shine.".

"Especially needed to criticize Balajana here. As the final player facing Lu Yang, he had sufficient observation time. He was once closest to the football.".

"Yet he let Lu Yang take away the ball before him; he was like a wooden stake, unable to impact Lu Yang in any way.".

"Attention, Merengues, you missed seeing Lu Yang’s performance in the first leg; open your eyes now, because every moment from now on, Lu Yang could score!"

"This is the King of San Remo! He came to Bernabéu, definitely not for pilgrimage, but to conquer here!"

Boom!

Despite few in numbers, the San Remo fans roared triumphantly.

Their voice was small but occupied the entire Bernabéu.

"San Remo Miracle!"

"Final Departure!"

"Our Goal is!"

"Championship!"

Before the Galaxy Battleship, this village-level Earth Defense Team held onto their own faith.

Real Madrid’s Gate God Luis angrily scolded his teammates, especially Balajana.

"Bring him down! Don’t let him take a shot! Don’t ruin your hard-earned Champions League semi-final start with such a poor performance!" Luis was very angry.

Balajana shivered, nodding repeatedly, then looked at Lu Yang.