Chapter 1132 - 271: Superstars Shine at the Bernabéu, I Only Compete for World Number One_3

Three stages of acceleration!

This is Lu Yang’s rarely displayed absolute speed.

Moreover, his cross is not random.

After all, his vision covers the entire field, so he naturally knows that his teammates have not yet rushed into the penalty area.

But Lu Yang’s cross is a back pass cross, and the ball’s drop point is outside the penalty area.

Bai Zhami, Talista, Delarre all have the chance to seize the ball, or even volley it.

However, because it’s a back pass cross, considering Lu Yang’s trajectory and the curve of the ball after kicking, it changes from an obtuse angle to an acute angle.

This means the players behind Lu Yang have a chance to disrupt the ball.

Bang!

As expected!

Junior soared and raised his leg, deflecting the ball out of bounds.

Though it feels long, since Lu Yang started dribbling, only seven seconds have passed!

Sixty meters, seven seconds!

This is data on par with world-class athletics sprinters!

"Ju Ju Ju, Junior!" The commentator instantly became excited, and the whole Bernabéu was ignited, "Great Junior, he completely shut down Lu Yang!"

"Lu Yang couldn’t even make the pass!"

"We have to admit, Lu Yang is fast, approaching world-class sprint standards! But..."

"In front of the world’s number one left-back, Lu Yang looks pitiful, like a little lamb!"

"Seems like his first-half goal and assist were just unrealistic statistics obtained while Junior was napping."

"Once the world’s number one left-back opens his eyes, the match is over!"

"With Lu Yang frozen, San Remo has no fight left!"

"Real Madrid, declare our goal for this match, we want..."

"Five goals!"

The Bernabéu was thunderous!

As if they were the team leading three to zero.

"Roar!"

Junior, after completing the impressive defense, stood up and gestured to the fans.

He raised his hands high, shouting for applause from the fans.

This was absolutely a morale-boosting defense.

Its significance could almost compare to Lu Yang’s previous sequence of three "moon scoops", dribbling past and volleying the ball into the goal.

This is a battle of morale!

Real Madrid’s soul, fully revived.

In the next twenty minutes, they continuously launched waves of attacks.

Don’t forget, in the last match, Real Madrid had four players provide assists, and five players scored goals.

Every player in their squad poses a real threat to San Remo’s goal.

With such an offensive effort, San Remo couldn’t possibly keep a clean sheet.

No team could achieve this.

In the seventy-fourth minute, Hector had a moment of brilliance, threading an incredible through ball amidst Morici and Talista’s encirclement!

Enriquez charged towards the ball, completely drawing Kaint’s concentrate attention.

However...

Enriquez cleverly let it through without touching the ball.

The ball slipped past both Enriquez and Kaint, rolling to the right where Madeira picked it up.

Bernulin rushed to block Madeira, yet Madeira skillfully nutmegged Bernulin.

And before Naji closed in, he lobbed it overhead.

The ball flew to the far post.

That place was utterly vacant!

Real Madrid’s left-back, Junior, appeared from nowhere, firing a powerful shot with his left foot from the left side of the goal.

The ball soared beyond Areola’s hands, brutally crashing into the net.

Goal, scored!

The game was now one to three!

With an aggregate score of six to three!

Real Madrid killed the match!

The world’s number one left-back, Junior, dominated the field, representing the absence of Mr. Golden Ball players Lima and Izalelt, issuing a GG!

Brazilian football, boasting four Mr. Golden Ball holders and world-class players in multiple positions, is terrifyingly strong!

"Ah!"

Junior fervently leapt onto the advertising board on the sidelines, pulling up his pant leg to reveal his thigh, thicker than his waist.

King of Long Shots?

Baloney!

When Serie A discussed these four words, did they forget Real Madrid has a super Heavy Cannon?

King of Purple Lilies Carrel?

A defeated opponent, not the true King of Long Shots?

Blue Army Gutierrez?

Big deeds while cautious, chasing small gains heedlessly, not the true King of Long Shots!

German Heavy Cannon Stiepelman?

Undeserved fame, not the true King of Long Shots!

French Tank Nelka?

A good horse does not eat back pastures, what worth is the King of Long Shots?

Udinese Milo维奇, Arsenal Plazza, Liverpool Jelando, Chelsea Redkrap, Inter Finger, such paltry figures, what’s worth mentioning?

San Remo Lu Yang?

An impostor, dares to call himself King of Long Shots?

As for the real King of Long Shots, kicks like a whip, bolts like lightning, holds the universe’s mysteries, swallows the cosmos’ ambitions...only Robert Junior!

Even the TV presenter enthusiastically added: "Junior upholds the dignity of Real Madrid! He’s practically the nuclear power of Galaxy Battleship!"

"He’s today’s greatest contributor to Real Madrid’s victory! Not only did he freeze San Remo’s only threatening player Lu Yang, but he also scored the goal that killed the match!"

"Mind you, Junior is a left-back, but he scored from outside San Remo’s six-yard box on the left side!"

"This is Brazilian football!"

"Let me reiterate, in my view, Junior is the world’s number one left-back!"

"Premier League Arsenal’s Ashley Gordon might be the fastest left-back, maybe even the fastest in the Premier League. But in terms of overall strength, Junior surpasses Gordon!"