Bang!
On the green field, the football made a beautiful arc, but was successfully blocked by the goalkeeper.
"Oh! What a pity! Becherci's kick is quite threatening, but the angle is too right."
"Of course, being able to kick off in such an environment is a symbol of ability. Becherci has connected with two people before, and he is the most threatening player in the San Remo team today!"
The commentator had to praise Becherci.
Because in the first twenty minutes of the game, Becherci really performed well.
Of course, in the eyes of professionals, although Becherci's kicking style is very entertaining, the increase in San Remo's performance is actually not that big.
Becherci did not create a real murderous intention.
Beretelli is the correct answer to San Remo.
Lu Yang looked at Becherci who was squandering the ball, with no emotion in his eyes.
Lu Yang is professional enough.
Before the game, Soto found Lu Yang and told him to fully cooperate with Becherci's performance in the first half.
In the second half, Becherci will do the opposite.
Lu Yang knew the pressure Soto was facing, so he didn't embarrass Soto and he agreed.
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"If you want to keep playing like this, you should switch sides with Baizami. Camihon's ability and awareness to step forward and assist are stronger than Mathias." Lu Yang said to Becherci.
Becherci knew that what Lu Yang said made sense, but he was not moved.
He is used to playing on the right side.
In fact, sometimes the difference between the left and right wing players is not just a matter of left and right feet, nor is it just a matter of whether to choose to pass the ball under the ground or choose to cut in and shoot.
Let's take the simplest example.
To the right of the right player is the sideline, which is equivalent to a natural line of defense.
Therefore, they habitually ignore the right side and focus on the dynamics on the left side of their field of vision and body. Most of their fronts are slightly to the left, rather than facing straight ahead.
There were constantly moving balls on the left side of their peripheral vision.
But the right side of my peripheral vision looked like calm lake water.
Although there are occasional movements of the head coach or personnel on the bench, that kind of movement is different from the movement of players on the court.
If you change sides rashly at this time and many opposing players begin to appear on the right side of your own safety zone, then this player will become nervous and lose his sense of security, and at the same time he will have to change his most comfortable way of playing.
Don't underestimate the impact of psychological cues on football, it's huge.
Becherci is almost very used to the right winger cutting inside to control the ball, so he refused the suggestion to go to the left.
This is almost a disease of wealth.
Look at Lu Yang, a revolutionary brick that can go anywhere.
There are also Vedian and Baizami, who can hit the left and right sides because they have to change their playing style to match the tactics.
And Becherci's position is so high that it overrides the original team's tactics, so there has never been any change.
On the contrary, he is not good at switching positions. The threat gap between him on the left and right is very big, especially in competitions, this is even more obvious.
Bang!
Becherci once again tried to pass, but was cut off by the opponent.
The opponent's midfielder controlled the ball and avoided Lu Yang's attack.
Becherci's unwillingness to defend back gives San Remo's right wing a natural flaw.
Versace had to fill it, leaving another hole in the middle.
Chievo Player No. 10 takes the ball from the center, runs all the way and then hits a through ball.
Talista leans against Nagy, wrestling with Nagy.
Before the football arrived, he began to collide with Nagy.
Camihon moved over quickly, preparing to double-team Talista with Nagy.
In the first twenty minutes of the game, Becherci was the most active striker with the ball.
And Talista is the most active striker without the ball.
He has been looking for confrontation with San Remo's defense, which is an important part of his brutal style of play.
While Becherci is constantly making extraordinary attempts, Talista is actually doing a confrontational "test".
Nagy and Palacios, including Camihon and Mathias, Talista have been tested.
Only Palacios's strength and body can suppress Talista to a certain extent. The other two full-backs, Talista, can completely overpower him.
And even Nagy and Talista just take more effort to eat.
Therefore, the situation that looks like Talista 1V2 was actually deliberately created by Talista. He could have chosen to fight against Palacios and Camihon.
But he changed his running path, allowing Nagy to face him.
In this way, other people will not come to interfere with him.
So, in front of everyone's incredible eyes, Talista performed his routine operation to conquer Serie B.
He used both hands and feet to stop and dribble the ball, and used his hands to pull and swing Nagy and Camihon.
The three people crowded together and the scene was very chaotic.
Maybe Talista was suspected of committing an offensive foul, but Nagy and Camihon also responded. The referee was really not very good at calling such a ball at the moment.
But those who are interested can find that Talista's seemingly embarrassed figure is actually very stable all the time.
He has been making subtle adjustments to the football during the confrontation.
As the saying goes, if you have a tiger in your heart, you can smell the roses carefully.
Talista was twisting and swinging, and hit the door with a heavy cannon.
The angle of this ball is not tricky, but it is very sudden.
Jarrad made the save late, and was only one hand away from the football.
Roar!
After Talista scored, he slapped his chest wildly and protested against Nagy and Camihon.
He is like a beast out of a cage, rude and cruel, arrogant!
Nagy was so angry that he wanted to come forward and argue.
How dare you say there was no foul before this goal?
You're almost tearing my shorts off!
Camihon was also very angry. There were red bruises all over his neck left by Talista's arms.
But the referee thought the goal was valid.
"Don't be confused by him. He is deliberately irritating you. He wants you to get yellow cards or even red cards for things other than football. He is far from as confident and arrogant as he seems!" Lu Yang pulled Nagy and Camihon.
His last words were spoken to Talista.
Nagy and Camihon calmed down.
And Talista walked towards Lu Yang, pointed at Becherci in the distance and said with a smile, "That's it? I haven't seen you for a year, you let me down. Are you going to watch that guy continue to play a whole game of non-threatening fancy football like this?"
The trash talk started.
This sentence can be said to be very lethal.
The look of you disappointing me also points out the sacrifice of Lu Yang in San Remo's tactical position.
Whenever Lu Yang nods, he is either fighting with Talista or having internal strife with Becherci.
Lu Yang responded, "Stop joking, can't you see that in the first half I was just taking a rest?"
"Kick you, I'll be serious for more than ten minutes, which is more than enough."
"Have you forgotten how you lost last time? Believe it or not, I will tell you to get out of here with another red card later? You know, except for red and yellow card fouls, nothing can stop me."
Talista was speechless.
Instead, I was made emotional by Lu Yang.
Are you talking about last time again?
How dare you kill me again and again!
This time I am sitting on a team of Serie A level and I am still in the lead. How come I am familiar with it?
Farke!
Bang!
The two people collided without any suspense, chests touching chests.
Of course, they were very restrained and did not take action.
The referee came over and pushed the two away, telling them not to act recklessly and that he would keep an eye on them.
Talista left satisfied.
Lu Yang has a heavy defensive task in this game. If the referee takes care of it, it will be beneficial to Chievo's midfield organization and sorting.
Lu Yang is equally satisfied.
Talista has a lot of small offensive moves. If the referee focuses on it, Chievo's offensive threat is actually reduced a lot.
Everyone seemed to have achieved their goals.
It looks like playing football, but it's not just playing football.
This game is like a chess game.
Martivni and others use this game to start a new round of competition for power.
Soto uses this game to compete with Scott for management.
Becherci challenges Lu Yang with this game.
Lu Yang and Talista are both chess pieces and chess players, silently making many contributions to the winning rate of this game that others may not necessarily see.
When this kind of contribution accumulates to a certain extent, it will cause quantitative changes and lead to qualitative changes, thus changing the game score.
In the second half of the first half, Becherci worked harder.
It can be said that Becherci performed almost perfectly except for the last pass which was unwilling to be sent out.
This is what the winger San Remo most wants looks like.
But success can also be controlled, and failure can also be controlled.
Becherci has been struggling with goals.
He came to San Remo to play a few games and played a lot of time, but the only assist data he got was stolen by Lu Yang.
He must use data to prove his value and prove his core status.
So he doesn't allow himself to pass the ball to others at will, especially Lu Yang.
But Becherci didn't notice that Chievo's offensive had slowed down. They were increasing their control of the midfield and indirectly encircling Becherci.
At the last moment of the first half, the opponent stole Becherci again.
However, Lu Yang also discovered the opponent's control early on and intercepted the opponent immediately, preventing the opponent from counterattacking.
The game then entered halftime.
Soto focused on talking about passing with Becherci.
He pointed out that Lu Yang completely sacrificed for him in the first half today.
In the second half, he had to make some responses, otherwise Lu Yang would take over the game in his own way.
Becherci seemed to nod, but his agent had told him that he would not be substituted today.
So... he felt like he had ninety minutes to prove it.
Why did he respond to Lu Yang?
If he continues to play with the current feeling of his feet, he feels that he can score goals.
He is also getting familiar with Chievo's defense, just like Talista, in his own way.
This is what every good forward will do.
Looking at it from another perspective, Becherci is at least willing to try and is not afraid of confrontation. This is a quality that many talented forwards lack.
"Ding! You used Moment Card, Sun Jihai! Duration, thirty minutes!"
Lu Yang There was a crisp sound in my mind.
Another ultra-long time-lapse Moment Card similar to the previous Carlos.
Although the enhancement is limited, men are better at lasting results.
Otherwise, Lu Yang would not have been used at the beginning of the second half.
As long as Becherci is willing to cooperate with him, it is not difficult to equalize the score. The half-time observation time has already made Lu Yang know the opponent's position and habits by heart.
He began to understand the feeling of Moric when playing football. The brain behind Moric Rocket Pass-Shot needed to predict and drill the movements of all players. It was definitely not only easy to use the brain, but also required careful observation.
Of course, Moric can enter the state quickly, and sometimes Rocket Pass-Shot can be sent out in the first half.
As for Lu Yang, it takes a wretched half to roughly deduce some movement logic, and it cannot play Rocket Pass-Shot, which requires extremely high passing ability. This may be one of the important reasons why Lu Yang cannot play the position of Moric.
Even though he may be short in stature, his brains are still good.
"This way, this way!"
In the frontcourt, Lu Yang moves and calls Becherci.
However, Becherci faked a pass, faked a sudden pass, and walked away with the ball. Lu Yang got nothing except calling two opposing players to defend him.
Okay, it's nothing, just use it as a cover.
Five minutes later, Lu Yang ran to the position again, but Becherci was still dribbling the ball. It was also a fake pass, but this time someone else saw through it and intercepted it.
Soto Watching from the sidelines, my heart was filled with chills.
Becherci It's so abnormal.
It was almost as if he had made up his mind that he would not replace him early.
Even though Soto asked Beretelli to warm up twice, Becherci did not change at all.
Football belongs to him alone.
In his world, there is no Lu Yang.
In the team's private room, Russell was drinking and chatting with Martivni.
Maniero looked at Scott from the side.
"You have crossed the line." Maniero said.
Scott had an innocent look on his face. "Did I step on your foot? No."
"No head coach will tolerate any player on the team challenging his absolute authority, let alone Soto." Maniero said, "There are only six people who know that Becherci will not be replaced early."
"Becherci is not among these six people, but now... Becherci obviously already knows about this decision."
"I, Soto, old Tom, Russell..." Maniero said clearly, "And you! Who do you think told him?"
The meaning of this sentence is very obvious.
Internal information is also hierarchical, and some should not be leaked.
Scott said, "You said six people, but these are only five?"
Maniero smiled and said, "There is also Lu."
Scott didn't expect that Soto would tell Lu Yang such a thing?
Is Soto the biological son of Lu Yang?
"Becherci is getting closer and closer to the goal." Scott pointed at the players on the court.
"But San Remo is getting closer and closer to losing the ball." Maniero is fully aware of the changes in the court.
"If Becherci cannot score, I will apologize to Soto." Scott said.
Maniero shook his head. "No... Soto will not accept your apology. And... Lu Yang will not sit back and watch someone continue to play football regardless of the interests of the team."
Conversation room.
The wind and clouds in the field suddenly changed.
Becherci dribbled excessively in the midfield and frontcourt, causing his teammates to step forward to meet him.
Even if it is very reluctant.
San Remo's defense is getting better and better.
This puts a lot of pressure on the defenders.
At the same time, he suffered a lot of violations and won a lot of set pieces.
Especially some well-positioned free kicks force the team to sometimes press harder to compete for the top.
Also, his desire to shoot caused San Remo to take many more corner kicks, and the central defender had to step forward many times to fight for the top.
On the scene, San Remo seems to always have the advantage.
But in fact, Nagy and Palacios suffered from the rapid retreat of the defense after multiple corner kicks and duels.
Especially the latter, he fell to the ground from exhaustion in the 72nd minute of the game, showing signs of cramps.
Bang!
Another corner kick was taken. As the penalty kicker, Becherci deeply hoped that someone could top the football and score the goal.
As long as Lu Yang doesn't score the goal, all the credit goes to him Becherci.
However, God did not fulfill people's wishes.
Chievo The high school defender hit the football, and he passed the ball to his No. 10 player.
The No. 10 player turned around and passed the ball in one go.
He originally wanted to pass the ball and launch a counterattack.
However, he didn't expect Lu Yang to quickly catch up to him, and Slide Tackle directly intercepted his pass.
Lu Yang got up and passed the ball to Becherci, ran quickly and rushed towards the opponent's penalty area again.
Chievo's defensive formation has been completely messed up.
Some people are preparing to fight back and have already rushed out. Now they have too many loopholes.
The place Lu Yang ran to was an absolute vacancy.
Rib long shot area.
Lu Yang has a very high chance of scoring in this area!
"Pass the ball!"
Lu Yang ran to the spot and shouted loudly to Becherci again.
He is empty!
Becherci glanced at Lu Yang and raised his feet... It was another fake fax.
This time, the opponent's few defensive players made the right bet.
He guessed that Becherci couldn't pass the ball.
Bang!
The opponent knocked the football away and then passed the ball long.
They have four of them around midfield, and San Remo only has one Nagy there!
This is an excellent opportunity to fight back!
"Cao Nima!" Lu Yang rarely shouted C language, then turned around and ran towards his own half, and yelled, "Return to defense!"
It's a pity that just like Chievo, four people rushed out during the counterattack and were unable to participate in the return defense.
San Remo's side had just had a good opportunity to counterattack Chievo's counterattack. Almost all their players had also come forward, and now they were unable to return to defense.
The position of Mathias is similar to that of Becherci who was knocked to the ground. They are both in the offensive third zone, so you can imagine the positions of the others.
Lu Yang ran with his head down.
But not enough!
Chievo's counterattack army is invading San Remo.
San Remo fans are confused.
A moment ago, he had a good opportunity and seemed to have the upper hand.
How come there is a possibility of being beaten two to zero in the next moment?
And the possibility is getting bigger and bigger with the rush of Chievo players.
This became even more certain when Lu Yang and the other four Chievo players surpassed Nagy.
In the backcourt of San Remo, apart from the goalkeeper, there are only Lu Yang and the other four Chievo players.
And Lu Yang is not the person closest to his own goalkeeper.
He is still chasing after me.
The advantage of the Chievo player is too great. The four people pass the football from the side close to Lu Yang to the side far away from Lu Yang, completely eliminating the possibility of Lu Yang trying to foul the player holding the ball Chievo.
Similarly, when Jarrad attacked, they passed it with two feet again.
Talista got the ball!
Jarrad has no choice but to lie down during the attack to expand the defensive area as much as possible.
The ball carrier Talista moved the ball and completely passed Jarrad.
He got past the goalkeeper!
At this moment, San Remo is in sight.
Talista As a brutalist striker, it is rare to have such a delicate, clean and slightly insulting passing move.
Coupled with the long-distance running, he lost a little bit of body control and did not give courtesy to his teammates, choosing to hit the goal himself.
This ball is not difficult for him.
But the ball's outward direction and long-distance running made it difficult for him to hit the ball with force.
The football does not pierce the goal like a bolt of lightning.
Instead, it rolls towards the goal at a neither fast nor slow speed.
Jarrad looked at the empty goal in despair, fell near the penalty spot, and looked up to the sky with a sigh.
Watching the football slowly enter the net is the biggest punishment for the defensive player!
However, his pupils suddenly contracted.
In front of the goal, I saw a red and white figure throwing himself out and gliding all the way.
Then when the football was infinitely close to the white line of the goal, the person's toes finally touched the football and blocked it out of the goal.
Bang!
The football flew high into the air and flew from the outside of the goal post and out of the baseline.
"NO!"
Talista hugged his head in disbelief.
Not because he is only one step away from scoring twice.
He believes in his scoring ability and he has the ability to score another goal in any game.
What he couldn't accept was that the person who blocked the goal turned out to be Lu Yang!
Lu!
As if he is his natural enemy, he will always destroy Talista's good deeds at the most critical moments.
And now, Talista's ominous premonition appeared.
Just like the feeling he had in the battle where Serie D lost the championship.
Looking at the figure lying on the ground, gasping for air, Talista could no longer spout any trash talk.
Similarly, the camera lens zoomed in, and there were many fine wounds on Lu Yang's thigh, which were all bloody.
Bruised!
Slide Tackle can easily cause thigh bruises on defensive players.
What's more, it was the sideways Slide Tackle that was as long as Lu Yang just now.
Turf is more than just as smooth as it looks!
Slide Tackle It's not that easy, the turf also has its temper.
Lu Yang saved San Remo and prevented San Remo from being eliminated early.
But he also suffered punishment from the court and was scarred.
After taking a few breaths, Lu Yang stood up from the court and looked towards the front court.
There, Becherci had just stood up, and he was rubbing his ankle, looking very painful.
But if the opponent really kicked his ankle, why didn't the referee blow the whistle?
There were basically no problems with the referee's enforcement today.
Obviously, Becherci looked in pain just to shirk some responsibility.
For example, people forget that he just tried his best not to pass the ball.
It makes people forget that even Soguer was running back to participate in the defense, but he was lying on the lawn to rest.
He clearly knows how forward players should behave like stars without being criticized by fans.
Neymar's rolling is certainly a protective behavior to prevent himself from being further injured, but the occasional rolling is also to alleviate the dissatisfaction of his teammates, fans, and head coach due to the loss of the ball due to excessive dribbling.
But soon, Becherci felt tremendous pressure.
Because the team's backcourt, Lu Yang is slowly running over.
Lu Yang just blocked the opponent's inevitable goal, and Chievo got a corner kick.
But you need to wait for everyone to come over before you can take a corner kick.
While everyone was walking towards San Remo's backcourt, Lu Yang was running towards San Remo's frontcourt.
"We saw Lu Yang running in the frontcourt. What is he going to do?"
"Oh! My God! Lu Yang seems to be going for Becherci!"
"What is he saying!"
"He walked towards Becherci, and he didn't stop! He puffed up his chest and looked filled with righteous indignation."
"Becherci was staggered by Lu Yang. His face was filled with disbelief."
"Becherci was equally angry. He stabilized his body and bumped into Lu Yang!"
"Two people are butting heads. They are not like teammates, but more like enemies."
In the stadium, the Chievo players were already confused by this scene.
What is Wat Ayu doing?
There was a smile on Talista's lips. No one understood Lu Yang's feelings better than him.
After all, the reason why Talista was transferred to Serie D last season had a lot to do with his malicious tackle on his teammates in the previous training.
Some people, if you don't educate them, they won't know how to play football well.
But to be able to make a rational monster like Lu Yang furious in a game, that Becherci is really not an ordinary irritant.
If it were him, Talista would guarantee that he would not let this Becherci have a chance to appear in this game.
It shouldn't be too easy to break a teammate's leg in a training match, okay?
The players of San Remo turned around and ran towards Lu Yang and Becherci.
"I asked you to pass the ball, did you hear it?" Lu Yang kept repeating this sentence.
"Why should I pass it to you? I also have a chance to score!" Becherci argued.
"You have a chance. We almost lost another goal because of your selfishness!" Lu Yang had veins on his neck. He was restraining his urge to hit Becherci. "How many times did I tell you to pass the ball to me today, and how many times did you pass it to me?"
"If you don't know how to play, I can teach you, but you can't be so selfish as to make fun of the team's honor. Do you know how much hard work we have put in to get here?"
Lu Yang continues to move forward while supporting Becherci.
Becherci was not as tall or as strong as Lu Yang. Lu Yang almost pushed him backwards with his head, which made him panic.
"Rondo is thirty-five years old. He has an injury. He plays full-back, which he is not good at, for the needs of the team. During the winter break, his doctor told him that he could not continue to play like this, otherwise he would have to live with crutches for the rest of his life! Do you know? You don't know!"
Lu Yang has a loud voice.
Rondo, who was sitting on the bench on the sidelines, was stunned. How did Lu Yang know about this?
"In the last round of the game, Nagy's grandma passed away and was buried. He didn't go because he had to fight for the team! Do you know? You still don't know!" Lu Yang reached behind and prohibited the teammates who had already arrived from coming to pull him.
Nagy, who was rushing at the front, stopped and his eyes turned red.
"Today is the birthday of Latuidi's little daughter, and Latuidi promised to accompany her to the amusement park." Lu Yang continued to support Becherci, "Fernandez already felt uncomfortable in the last round of the cup match, but he endured the pain and kept fighting, just to be able to go further with the team!"
"Baizami's dribbling is no worse than yours, but he never plays like you, because he is afraid that he and his teammates will make mistakes when dribbling the ball, and he is worried that he will bring side effects to the team."
"Soguer retreated for you, Versace pulled wide for you, and I helped you fill the position. We all had no complaints, but what about you? Have you ever passed the ball to us? You are the only one who has a chance to shoot, don't we?"
"You're the only one who can shoot? Can't we?"
"After halftime, I can create a threat with just a kick, believe it or not! Isn't this better than giving the opponent the ball?"
"Moric has been paying attention to every game of the team during the injury period. Many of the team video analyzes we have watched were produced by him. He hopes that we can go further."
"And we also promised Moric, promised Soto, promised Russell, and promised every fan that we will go further and further in the Italian Cup game this season! Do you understand?"
Becherci's face turned red.
On the one hand, it was because it was so embarrassing and embarrassing to be carried all the way by Lu Yang.
On the other hand, it was because of the people and things Lu Yang mentioned that really made Becherci feel ashamed.
Compared with these people, he is really too selfish.
The key is that what he squandered is not something that belongs to him.
The fifth round of Italian Cup is the result of everyone's efforts at San Remo, but it has nothing to do with Becherci.
"That's enough!" Becherci finally took action. He pushed Lu Yang away with his hand and tried to yell something.
But he didn't do it.
Lu Yang only shook its body slightly, but Becherci was bounced back, making its footing unstable.
Bang!
Becherci's actions angered Lu Yang, and Lu Yang also stretched out his hands and pushed Becherci.
Becherci's center of gravity was already unstable, and was directly knocked to the ground by Lu Yang.
"Now, pass that damn football to me! Pass it to me! Do you fucking understand!" Lu Yang clenched his fists, his back was slightly arched, he was condescending, his face was red, his ears were red, and his veins were bulging, like a lion about to eat people.
At this moment, he is more like a beast than the brutal forward Talista.
He roared like crazy!
"Pass me the damn football!"