Chapter 1135 - 272: San Remo Slap! (Part 2)

The top executives were taken aback.

"He can make Real Madrid fans shut up!"

Barcelona’s top executives started to frown and ponder.

"He can even overturn Real Madrid, defeat Real Madrid! Isn’t that enough?" Gudiola slammed the desk angrily, shouting at the top executives.

This time, the Barcelona executives were all silent.

The team’s strategy is the top priority for Barça.

But more important than that is... Real Madrid!

Barcelona’s greatest mission is to defeat Real Madrid!

This is something ingrained in the bones of the people from Catalonia.

...

Back on the field, the match was still ongoing.

Balajana covered his face and knelt on the ground, unable to believe what had just happened.

His biggest rival, and also his best friend, Delarre, completed a steal against him, and then scored, helping San Remo recover a goal.

This might be the most regrettable youth player sold by Real Madrid.

In contrast, the player Real Madrid kept and prepared to promote made a mistake.

The comparison is too stark.

"What was he doing just now?"

"Why didn’t he clear the ball immediately?"

"Did he want to show off? Doesn’t he know that as a center-back, this is playing with fire?"

"Balajana is too unreliable!"

"His performance today is the worst on the field! He doesn’t deserve a starting position at Real Madrid!"

"He is Real Madrid’s disgrace!"

"Just now he even deliberately provoked Lu Yang! Why do that?"

"Didn’t see Junior not go there? Even though Junior followed Lu Yang, he only followed. Junior is actually very wary of Lu Yang!"

"As for Balajana, directly provoking the opponent. Now Lu Yang is unleashed, even Junior couldn’t keep up!"

"For this conceded goal, Balajana must bear the primary responsibility!"

Fans madly criticized Balajana.

The head coach and teammates were also scolding him.

On one hand, Balajana had just joined the first team and had no standing, so everyone could say anything.

On the other hand, his performance was really bad.

In the end, the score was 4-6, Real Madrid wasn’t really losing, so naturally, everyone dared to curse.

If the score were 5-6 or even 6-6, the coach and teammates wouldn’t dare criticize Balajana to his face; instead, they would help him restore his mindset and build confidence.

That’s the difference.

Because the team situation is okay, Balajana’s situation is very bad.

There’s a bit of irony in this.

This is a problem present in many teams, whereby team interests and personal interests, team performance and personal performance conflict significantly.

If this issue isn’t handled well, it might blow up the team.

Real Madrid started the kickoff with curses and grumbles.

Lu Yang immediately sprang into action, rushing towards Hector.

Hector was still immersed in blaming his teammates, completely unaware of the daring move by San Remo a minute after they had just scored.

Bam!

Lu Yang completed the steal.

Hector fell to the ground, kneeling with his hands raised, signaling Lu Yang’s foul.

But the main referee followed Lu Yang and ran off.

He thought it was a legal steal.

Lu Yang dribbled the ball and accelerated.

Real Madrid’s defensive midfielder Joseph immediately tried to block Lu Yang’s path.

He was inside, trying to force Lu Yang to move to the wing.

Once Lu Yang goes to the wing, Real Madrid’s defensive pressure is lessened.

Counter-attacks are not feared along the wings; they are feared down the center.

Yet...

Bam!

Lu Yang struck the ball again, kicking it about ten meters far.

Then sped up, making a hard cut inside, going wide but surpassing Joseph on the inside.

Bam!

Lu Yang took a long shot!

Batigoal!

Bam!

Luis made another spectacular save, blocking Lu Yang’s shot to give San Remo a corner kick.

Joseph, sweating profusely, shouted at Hector: "Stop messing around! His steals are fierce; once you lose the ball, we can get hit hard!"

Hector nodded gloomily.

He indeed had a chance to pass the ball before Lu Yang rushed over, but he wanted to control the ball and dribble past, getting rid of Lu Yang.

This isn’t hard for Hector; he often gets past or shows up opposing forwards when playing, rarely failing.

Yet this Lu Yang... truly is more challenging than normal forwards.

Real Madrid’s players are heavily focused inside the penalty box.

Bam!

Morici took the corner.

Lu Yang was tightly marked by Joseph and Balajana, caught front and rear.

Joseph even slyly pushed Lu Yang.

Lu Yang fell face down in a Ping Sha Luo Yan style, dropping inside the box.

But the main referee didn’t blow the whistle.

Joseph was too slick; not to mention the lack of VAR, even with it there would be difficulty catching it.

Bam!

Joseph headed the clearance, sending the ball out of the big box.

After falling, Lu Yang didn’t ask for a penalty; instead, he rushed towards the top of the big box to try and claim the ball.

Unexpectedly, the outside Camihong controlled the ball.

Bam!

Camihong glanced towards the box, choosing the person he could trust the most.

A forty-five degree cross!

The ball fell towards the big box.

While most players who went for the corner were still inside the small box.

Only Lu Yang had run out.

Lu Yang stood alone facing the oncoming ball, back to the goal, with no time to process the ball.

Once he turns, probably a thousand Real Madrid players will rush over.

Opportunities only ever exist in an instant.

At this moment...

Bell’s power surged throughout Lu Yang’s body.

Never forget, besides the King of Long Shots, King of Free Kicks, and King of Average Movement, Lu Yang previously earned himself a title, which was...