A crescent rose straight into the heavens, driving away the stars and the waning moon.
The curve was outrageously exaggerated—a free kick bent in an S-shape.
It completely silenced San Siro.
A stadium packed with more than sixty thousand fans somehow made almost no sound.
"Dejan!!!"
"A signature Dejan Goal!"
"We all know Dejan's free-kick conversion rate is absurdly high. Today, Dejan once again used a genuine S-shaped free kick to tell the whole world that, in the realm of free kicks, if he wanted to, he could hit any shot we thought was impossible. I'm starting to wonder whether Dejan played football specifically to challenge my imagination."
Rossi said with a smile, "It's been two and a half seasons already, and Dejan can still surprise us."
"If he put that creativity into science, he might achieve even greater things. I think infinite renewable energy would be a good choice, or perhaps developing a manned spacecraft."
"Paolo, inventing things depends on the technology and inspiration available at the time. It's not something you can do just because you want to."
Vialli reminded him.
"Nothing is impossible with Dejan."
Galliani nodded vigorously in front of the television.
Yes, nothing was impossible.
As long as Dejan Lu did not get injured and continued to start the next match, he would make a fortune.
Galliani felt that if this continued, it might become difficult to make money again.
Once or twice was fine. Even if William Hill's employees were idiots who had failed to notice him, the stakes were too large for those companies to absorb.
After helping the team turn the match around, Dejan Lu felt it too.
There really was a reason for the core to sit deeper.
Players like Pirlo and Alonso, with their long-passing ability, could send the ball