The Professional of "Godly Goals," He's the One More Suited for Serie B!

No one expected the league leaders to be held to a 2-2 draw by a team that was in the relegation zone just last round.

Even less expected was the fact that Bisceglie's star player, Arnold, had to be subbed off due to injury during the match.

The home fans were far from satisfied.

The Bisceglie players, however, began a relentless bombardment, swearing to bring a victory home for their supporters.

This onslaught lasted for a full seven minutes, stretching all the way into the first minute of stoppage time.

Due to Arnold's injury and the four goals scored in the second half, the stoppage time was extended to a staggering six minutes.

With five minutes left on the clock, Lu Yang activated the Ibrahimovic Moment Card.

This Ibrahimovic Moment Card had an effective duration of five minutes.

Within these five minutes, Lu Yang would experience "Ibrahimovic's football," with the system providing conditions to replicate a classic moment as closely as possible.

The specific moment for this card was November 14, 2012, in an international friendly between Sweden and England.

BOOM!

As the referee signaled that Bisceglie could take the corner kick, the Bisceglie number ten sent the ball into the box.

The burly Bisceglie number nine shoved past the San Remo center-back and leaped high into the air.

Got it!

Watching the trajectory of the ball, he knew it was destined for his head.

As a target man, he had practiced his headers just as much as his hold-up play.

BANG!

A figure soared into the air ahead of the number nine, battling against him while managing to head the ball toward the edge of the penalty area.

That figure was none other than Lu Yang.

"He is even tougher than we imagined!" Soto remarked, deeply moved as he watched Lu Yang's successful clearance.

Lu Yang had jumped higher than he had at any point during the match.

How was this possible?

It could only be explained by the boy's insatiable hunger for victory.

He would never accept defeat in any form until the very last second.

Just like in the celebrity match, he was always capable of the unexpected.

"Oh, Lu Yang successfully contested the first ball and headed it away. This is the closest Bisceglie has come to scoring in this period; if not for Lu Yang, perhaps..."

"There is so much energy stored within Lu Yang; his willpower is incredibly resilient. We just received the statistics, and today, in the battle for aerial duels, San Remo was completely suppressed by Bisceglie."

"Lu Yang barely won a single header against their number nine, and his other six-foot-three center-back was similarly dominated."

"Yet, Lu Yang won the most crucial header of them all at the very end. Especially considering it was under heavy physical contact—that is no small feat."

"Let us congratulate San Remo; they have earned respect for themselves by taking a point away from Bisceglie, and we must also..."

"Wait, Moric has the ball on the flank. He launches a long pass—is this... a counterattack? Is this San Remo's counterattack? The match isn't over yet! The referee hasn't blown the final whistle!"

On the pitch, the situation shifted in an instant.

Lu Yang felt his body become terrifyingly powerful after using the Ibrahimovic Moment Card.

In that last aerial duel, not only did he jump higher and withstand the opponent's six-foot-two striker, but he even had the strength to control the direction of his header.

That is an incredibly difficult feat in a contested header.

Thus, Lu Yang headed the ball to Moric.

Moric did not disappoint, launching a long pass toward the front.

Although Vedian was exhausted, he accelerated, surging past the opposing midfielder, the center-back, and the right-back!

He brought the ball under control!

The only pity was that he had completely run out of fuel.

He no longer had the strength to carry the ball further.

After all, the opposing right-back had come on as a second-half substitute and was relatively fresh. Although Vedian had outpaced him, the defender was still glued to his side.

Relying on instinct, Vedian lashed out with his left foot, sending the ball high toward the center of the pitch.

He hoped a teammate would be there!

The ball hung high in the air, drifting toward the right side of the Bisceglie penalty area.

The Bisceglie goalkeeper charged out decisively, already on his way.

All he had to do was kick the falling ball forward, and the match would be over.

Even if it was only a point.

But just now... the point they had in their grasp had almost turned into zero.

What else was there to hesitate about?

Suddenly, the Bisceglie goalkeeper caught sight of a red and white figure.

Red and white jersey?

That was the San Remo away kit!

The goalkeeper began to sprint.

The red and white figure was accelerating too, effortlessly outpacing the Bisceglie center-back and left-back who were also rushing back.

"Lu Yang! It's Lu Yang!"

"My god, how is he always everywhere?"

"He just cleared the ball in his own penalty area a second ago, and now he's already outside the opponent's box. It's miraculous!"

"The ball is dropping outside the penalty area; the Bisceglie goalkeeper can't use his hands."

"The Bisceglie goalkeeper moved earlier. He'll reach the ball before Lu Yang. Can he control it?"

"Control? No, that's too risky. It's hard to trap a high ball like that. He should head it away."

The Bisceglie goalkeeper was indeed steady; he adopted the commentator's suggestion and headed the ball away.

But his aim wasn't precise.

The ball went high but not far, traveling only about three meters from its original position.

The moment the goalkeeper headed the ball, Lu Yang turned, took a step, and kept his eyes locked on the ball.

The two defenders couldn't turn in time; they weren't as agile as Lu Yang, so they chose to sprint straight toward the goal just in case.

But the next moment, the entire stadium gasped.

Because Lu Yang didn't try to control the ball.

Instead, after two steps, he launched himself into the air, leaned his head back, and swung his right foot from bottom to top toward the goal—a bicycle kick!

BOOM!

Lu Yang struck the ball cleanly, sending it in a massive arc toward the Bisceglie goal.

The goalkeeper was stunned; he couldn't catch up to the ball at all.

The Bisceglie left-back couldn't reach it either.

The Bisceglie center-back threw himself into the air at the goal line, desperate to intercept this incredible shot.

Alas...

A white wave surged into the net.

The entire stadium fell into a deathly silence.

Three seconds later, the commentator went wild!

"GOAL! GOAL! GOAL!"

"It's in! Lu Yang has scored again!"

"A bicycle kick! This is the first bicycle kick goal in Serie D in the last five seasons!"

"But I am certain, this is absolutely the longest bicycle kick goal in Italian football—no, in world football!"

"Thirty-three meters! My god, this bicycle kick is actually thirty-three meters out!"

"You can never believe this is something a human being can do!"

"Look at Lu Yang's form, how extended he was before he jumped. This is the most beautiful goal of the year!"

"Apologies, I forgot about the power shots, but regardless of which is the most beautiful, the other players can only fight for third place!"

"This is a golden goal! Lu Yang has sealed the match!"

"This was simply a match that belonged to Lu Yang. He dominated the entire pitch!"

"He froze their star player, even forcing him to leave the field injured. He stood up bravely when the team was down two-nil, sounding the horn for a comeback with an assist! He equalized with a thunderous strike! And now, he has killed off Bisceglie with an incredible, long-range bicycle kick!"

"The Serie D giant Bisceglie has come crashing down! San Remo takes all three points and heads home in triumph!"

"This is absolutely the best goal of this round, perhaps even the best goal of the Serie D season!"

If the referee hadn't blown the final whistle, the commentator likely would never have stopped his excited heart and frantic mouth.

He was still craving more.

Everyone was still craving more.

Especially those spectators who had come just to watch the conflict between Lu Yang and Arnold.

Sometimes, becoming a fan of someone only takes one match.

Today, everyone in the stands was doomed, for once you see Lu Yang, you are hooked for life!

After the match, Lu Yang, who had scored twice and provided an assist, was undoubtedly named Man of the Match.

He also received a terrifying rating of ten.

It is rare for a perfect score to appear in lower-tier leagues, because no matter what, you are still in a lower-tier league.

But this time, Lu Yang was different.

Because even for a superstar in a top-tier league, it is very difficult to score such a classic goal in a lifetime.

A thirty-meter bicycle kick? Unthinkable!

In the post-match interview, Lu Yang became the focus.

Reporter: "This is your first time starting a match. Did you expect to perform so brilliantly before the game?"

Lu Yang: "No, because I didn't expect Bisceglie's top star Arnold to be so easy to defend. I feel the defensive pressure he brought me was nowhere near as great as what Vedian brings me."

Reporter: "But Arnold is currently the top scorer."

Lu Yang: "Now he is only one goal ahead of Vedian. I think Vedian will surpass him very soon."

Reporter: "Are you saying that because you knew about Arnold's injury? He has a strained thigh muscle and is expected to miss four to six games, about a month and a half. Do you feel guilty or remorseful for this? He was injured because of you!"

Lu Yang: "Sorry, I have to correct you. He was injured in a non-contact situation. In such cases, we usually cannot pin the responsibility on the opposing player. Besides, I haven't received the true teachings from my head coach yet, so I don't have the ability to cripple opposing players just yet. You overestimate me."

Soto, standing to the side, was stunned on the spot.

How the hell did he get dragged into this?

Are you implying that I'm an expert at crippling people?

I play clean and fierce football—fierce, not dirty, understand?

Is this really my own player?

What an unfilial brat!

Similarly, Vedian, who had contributed a goal and an assist in this match, was also very grateful to Lu Yang for speaking up and building momentum for him.

After all, Arnold's reputation was far greater than his.

The reporter, clearly a Bisceglie supporter, said indignantly: "Even if Vedian surpasses Arnold in goals, he still can't compare to Arnold. Arnold is more mature in terms of physical confrontation, shooting, and passing."

Lu Yang smiled: "And what good is that? Do you know the biggest difference between a talented player and a pseudo-talented player?"

The reporter was taken aback.

What?

Lu Yang said: "A talented player possesses absolute talent. Take Vedian, for example; his speed is the best in Serie D. Don't look at it as being only slightly faster than Arnold, but that tiny bit is exactly the biggest difference between him and Arnold."

"Arnold's speed wouldn't be considered fast in Serie B. You can check the speeds of the speedsters in Serie B. But Vedian's speed would have a place even in Serie A. That is what we call talent!"

"As for physical confrontation, shooting, and passing, those can all be trained. We can't say for sure that one will definitely master them, but reaching a decent level is not a problem. Moreover, Vedian shows signs of being able to develop them; his shooting and passing aren't too bad to begin with."

"But speed? Speed cannot be trained!"

"So the Arnold you see now is the Arnold of the future—he's peaked. What potential is there to speak of? Conversely, Vedian still has infinite possibilities. He is the one more suited for Serie B!"

Lu Yang's statement left many reporters on the scene with their mouths agape.

On one hand, they were very interested in Lu Yang's "theory of talent."

It was a very novel perspective.

But in reality, it was also a sophistry, which Lu Yang understood himself, because some people's shooting really cannot be trained—right, Sterling?

On the other hand, the reporters heard the blasphemous words "Vedian is more suited for Serie B" from Lu Yang, and their hearts began to race.

Was Lu Yang sure he wouldn't be indefinitely banned by Soto?

At the very least, Soto would likely never bring him to an interview again.

Saying the team's primary striker is suited for Serie B would shake the team's morale and ruin a great situation!

Lu Yang, he was still too young!

The reporters then all revealed smiles; they could look forward to news about the conflict between the shining genius Lu Yang and the legendary coach Soto in the future.

Soto would not allow such a volatile element in his team.

Don't forget his nickname: The Butcher!

Meanwhile, Vedian was moved to tears on the side.

Lu is truly a good brother!

To build momentum for him, he didn't even hesitate to offend the head coach and the team.

This... there is no way to repay him, he could only repay Lu with his performance on the pitch!

From now on, Lu is my big brother!

"Lu, you need to give me an explanation."

On the bus back to San Remo, Soto pulled Lu Yang to the back row with a calm expression and chased away the players sitting nearby.

Everyone knew the Butcher was about to lose his temper.

This football thug had benched two starters the moment he arrived and replaced them with two wet-behind-the-ears youth players; his methods were extremely ruthless.

Lu Yang...

"No need to thank me." Lu Yang looked at Soto, feeling not a hint of fear.

In fact, he never felt that this man known as the Butcher was terrifying.

Perhaps this stemmed from his time on the pitch.

As long as he stood on the green turf, Lu Yang would not fear anyone, regardless of whether the opponent was Milan's great butcher Soto or Juventus's brain Maniero.

Moreover, he had drawn a yellow card and a free kick from the Butcher, and that free kick had been converted into a goal.

Afterward, he had even nutmegged the Butcher and scored a spectacular goal right in front of him that was worthy of competing for this year's Puskas Award.

What did he have to fear?

Likewise, Lu Yang could sense that Soto was different toward him.

Soto was not tough or fierce toward him; instead, there was a faint, almost imperceptible... concern.

Heh, such is the human heart.

Often, the fiercer a person is, the more of a masochist they are.

The more brutal you are to them, the better they treat you.

Essentially, it is still a mindset of worshipping the strong.

And all of this stemmed from that celebrity match.

The Butcher had been kicked into submission by Lu Yang!

Regarding this, Lu Yang only wanted to say... thanks to Xixi.

"Are you saying I should thank you?" Soto laughed in anger, then sighed and said, "The younger generation is truly formidable. Hans was right after all; you are not like ordinary players!"

Lu Yang's pupils constricted.

Hans?

As expected, that guy and Soto did not have just some ordinary friendship!

Those two cunning fellows!