Chapter 1156 - 277: Serie A Round 38_3

Lu Yang clamped the ball with both feet, leaped up, flicked the ball from behind his back to the front, and at the same time leapt past Juventus’ left-back.

Rainbow flick!

This is a move with a showboating nature.

Brazilian players love this kind of move, but at most they only try it in ordinary matches.

In such a crucial match, who dares to play like this?

The answer is, Neymar dares!

Even though the Neymar Moment Card had long expired, Lu Yang could still recall Neymar’s playing style.

At a time like this, you have to create damage.

Otherwise, San Remo really will have no chance.

Lu Yang went past Juventus’ left-back and cut inside straight away.

Chiavich saw this and decisively stepped out, wanting to bring Lu Yang down.

Lu Yang’s original intention was exactly that.

But when this situation appeared, the Bell-style playing instinct in his body kicked in again.

When Neymar encounters this, he’d cut inside, then tumble, forcing the opponent into a foul.

He’d want set pieces, he’d want the opponent to get a yellow card or even a red.

But when Bell encounters this, he will, without the slightest hesitation, start a sprint race with the opponent.

Even if what’s in front of him isn’t the goal but the byline.

Bell still won’t hesitate.

Bang!

Lu Yang poked the ball forward.

The ball rolled toward the byline along the edge of the penalty area.

Chiavich half-turned immediately and crashed into Lu Yang.

Lu Yang didn’t dodge either, he crashed into Chiavich and then charged toward the byline.

Chiavich hadn’t expected Lu Yang to be this strong in a collision, not going down even from that.

In the end he was literally thrown off by Lu Yang.

The only consolation was that after Lu Yang completely shook off Chiavich, the ball was less than twenty centimeters away from going out of play.

This would be a goal kick; Chiavich had used his veteran experience to defuse a dangerous situation in front of Juventus’ goal and also win back possession.

Killing two birds with one stone!

This is a top-class center-back!

Bang!

Chiavich underestimated Lu Yang’s speed.

He caught up with the ball.

But he didn’t stop it, because inertia wouldn’t allow it.

And to maximize his burst of speed, Lu Yang’s final strides had been as long as possible.

By the time he caught up with the ball, it was already skimming along the byline.

Lu Yang’s left foot was also extremely close to the ball.

He had no time at all to adjust.

Bang!

Lu Yang twisted his left foot, his body half-turned.

His right foot lashed out fiercely.

With an outside-of-the-boot strike, he drove the ball toward the direction of the goal inside the box.

Then Lu Yang tumbled to the ground.

The recoil was so great that Lu Yang rolled three full times; he almost matched Neymar.

But in the next instant, Lu Yang heard the sudden silence in the stadium, along with pockets of cheering.

This is Juventus Stadium.

Silence means something bad for Juventus.

The cheers mean San Remo’s fans are celebrating.

So, did he just win a corner?

No!

A corner would only make Juventus fans shower Lu Yang with boos at a time like this.

The only thing that can shut up the proud fans of the Serie A champions is a goal.

It’s in!

From zero angle?

Lu Yang didn’t even need to look at the goal; he trusted his judgment!

He raised both arms, pointed to the sky with both hands, and ran toward the corner flag area.

Behind him, San Remo’s teammates were also charging over!

"GOAL! Lu Yang!"

"A zero-angle goal from the right edge of the penalty area! Can you believe it!"

"Chiavich didn’t give Lu Yang any chance, because a zero angle has never been a chance in the first place!"

"But Lu Yang turned a non-chance into a real chance!"

"This outside-of-the-boot zero-angle shot is incredible!"

"Chiavich and the other Juventus defenders got careless; they didn’t think Lu Yang could retrieve that ball and didn’t prepare any defensive response at all!"

"Audi had the best awareness; he kept his eyes on the ball, but he never imagined Lu Yang would shoot from there! He was guarding against a cutback!"

"The ball went straight into the net right under Audi’s nose; Audi didn’t even react!"

"One-all! San Remo have dragged the score back to where it started."

"Juventus’ two-point lead over Florence is gone again! Now they can only stay ahead of Florence on goal difference."

"If San Remo can score one more, then this year’s Serie A title will change hands!"

"Juventus, are you nervous yet?"

Rumble!

At Rome City Stadium, the traveling Purple Lily army erupted in a huge cheer.

They were celebrating San Remo’s goal.

"San Remo are badass!"

"Brother Lu is unstoppable!"

"One more!"

It made the Rome and Florence players feel very awkward.

This match they were playing wasn’t even as exciting as the one a thousand miles away; it was a real blow to the players’ enthusiasm.

The first half ended quickly.

The players of all four teams immediately learned in their own dressing rooms what was happening in the other stadium.

At this point, the head coaches weren’t hiding anything anymore.

Good news or bad, at a time like this, it can all be used to fire the players up.

Second half.

In the sixty-seventh minute, Carrel, one against three, held off two men and chipped the ball to the side.

The onrushing Versachi unleashed a thunderbolt.

A long-range strike into the net!

The Purple Lily led Rome 3–1!

Seeing Florence’s momentum, Rome decided to play the good guys for once.

They substituted off veteran Dele and the team’s midfield core Balera.

The former was too old, the latter had already gone down twice in the second half and was at risk of injury.

So Rome chose to sound the retreat!