Inzaghi had never expected his hat trick to come so quickly.
More importantly, he had a vague feeling that he might not need to do much at all. He only needed to be a pure poacher.
It was that perfect.
As a striker born on the offside line, he possessed an innate instinct for beating the offside trap.
That was precisely why he could time his runs so perfectly.
Every run was pushed to the absolute limit, yet there was never a problem.
Dejan Lu's pass was just as extreme.
If it had been any faster, he might not have been able to reach it immediately.
If it had been any slower, he would have had to wait for the ball, and there would also have been the risk of offside.
This was the understanding between the finest offside-trap specialist and a passer.
That was why Inzaghi felt that perhaps he did not need to do as much as he had at Atalanta. He only needed to drift around near the opposing defense.
Nesta stood with his hands on his hips, looking rather helpless.
Dejan Lu had not even taken the ball himself and done anything to Lazio, yet Lazio had already collapsed.
That feeling left him deeply unwilling to accept it.
After all, he had simulated thousands of possible one-on-one situations in his mind long ago.
Yet in reality, Dejan Lu did not even go one-on-one with him.
His teammates had been riddled with holes by Dejan Lu's passing.
That was not quite right, either.
They had merely been one move behind.
Inzaghi had seized a fleeting opportunity.
He had seized Dejan Lu's pass.
A problem that was not really a big problem had thrown Lazio into difficulty.
Fuck!
This feeling was extremely unpleasant.
It was like endlessly charging