CHAPTER 308: CHAPTER 97: YOU GUYS ARE THE REAL SISSIES_3

Without Morici as a passing point, he is certainly not that fearsome.

But Lu Yang, who has the opportunity to take a long shot from midfield, is truly extraordinary.

The name of the Italian Third Division War God has been frequently mentioned lately.

Twenty-nine matches, thirty-six goals, and that’s without Morici providing assists!

It’s unbelievable!

Back to the match.

Bang!

Becher’s was blocked by the opponent’s number eight and couldn’t receive Morici’s pass.

Three minutes later, Camihong and Fernandez overlapped and were fouled near the midfield by the opponent.

Five minutes later, Lu Yang responded to Morici, who passed to seek Sogel, but the opposing center-back disrupted it.

During this period, Samp managed an attack and got a chance for a long shot, but it was saved by Jalard.

Thirty-sixth minute of the match.

Morici was besieged by two players, Lu Yang was blocked by another midfielder, losing the ability to respond.

Morici fell to the ground.

The opponent successfully intercepted the ball.

Strictly speaking, there was a suspicion of a foul on this play.

But the Main Referee was lenient in judgments today, not unfairly so.

Twenty seconds later, the referee blew the whistle.

Sampdoria’s number eleven forward scored one back!

This goal directly came from the moment Morici was intercepted.

"Roar!"

The entire crowd of Samp fans went wild with joy!

Here they come!

The real sailors are here!

This is Serie A!

"You’re about to lose!"

"Surrender!"

"Face the wrath of the great sailors!"

"Just like that! Tear them apart!"

"Let that frail little damsel keep rolling on the ground!"

"Focus on him, make that little dwarf afraid to touch the ball!"

Samp’s fans celebrated.

Their players also showed smiles.

Because they believed they had found their winning form, and if they continued playing like this, they would score more goals.

Morici got up from the ground, walking with a slight limp.

He was indeed kicked.

And Lu Yang... he went to the main stand of Samp fans and pointed at the big screen.

The bright red score was glaringly obvious.

Two to one!

"You’re still losing!" Lu Yang shouted at the fans.

This seemed to have stirred a hornet’s nest, and the decibel levels in the stadium soared.

Endless coarse curses flooded in.

But Lu Yang, after taunting, maintained a smile.

As if he wasn’t receiving insults, but praises.

The Main Referee hurried over to stop Lu Yang, not allowing him to provoke the fans. Lu Yang told the Main Referee that he didn’t intend to provoke; he was merely stating a fact.

Morici came over and dragged Lu Yang away.

He knew why Lu Yang provoked these fans.

Those familiar with Lu Yang knew he wouldn’t easily do something seemingly meaningless.

Many of his actions have reasons, all accumulating to help the team’s qualitative change.

But provoking fans... doesn’t really help the team much.

Lu Yang was simply displeased.

And the reason for his displeasure was known throughout San Remo.

Those fans used extremely offensive language to insult Morici.

Even if an ordinary teammate was insulted, Lu Yang would stand up for them.

Let alone Sams fans were insulting Morici.

Don’t they know how close Morici and Lu Yang are?

Morici is the only one other than Sofia who can share a room with Lu Yang!

Haven’t they googled the miserable fates of teams that bullied Morici?

Don’t they know Morici is the switch for Lu Yang’s divine descent?

"Do you want to score?" Lu Yang asked as they walked.

"Never wanted it more than at this moment." Morici looked back at the stands where the insulted Samp fans sat.

"Hope your shooting skills have improved, at least half as good as mine." Lu Yang responded.

"But you also have to pass the ball out first? Stop relying on me to respond, you’re seventeen, time to learn to dribble and pass and control on your own." Morici retorted.

Then both simultaneously slightly curled the corners of their mouths.

Sampdoria, are you really ready?

...

"San Remo has been brought back to form by Sampdoria, in the past six minutes, their possession time was less than fifty seconds!"

"Morici is afraid to hold the ball!"

"San Remo has abandoned their possession style, retreating fully."

"Another bottom cross! Alas... San Remo’s young tall defender can really jump, up to now, he has won three successful aerial duels."

"Morici is holding the ball, he should pass immediately, he did it like this the last two times, afraid to hold, he..."

During the commentator’s speech, Morici made a feigned pass breakthrough, directly carrying the ball forward.

What’s this afraid of holding?

That’s disguise and deception!

The opponent was already besieging San Remo, with many players in the forward, immediately began counter-pressing.

Morici passed the ball to Fernandez, who after two dribbles returned it to Morici.

Morici dribbled two steps, before the opponent could tackle, sent the ball to Becher’s.

Becher’s directly wall passed.

Morici held the ball forward, by now approaching close to the center circle on his side.

Then, Lu Yang appeared on the left flank, running parallel with Morici in the center.

Ping pang pong!

The two reenacted a series of wall passes.

Passed through three players in succession, simply like pieces of art.

Of course, the opposing players were also chasing back.

As Serie A-level players, their chasing speed wasn’t slow.

Especially the number eleven forward, was gradually catching up to Morici on the right side.