CHAPTER 309: CHAPTER 97: YOU GUYS ARE THE REAL SISSIES_4

The experienced number eight player quickly retreated and positioned himself between Lu Yang and Morici.

This eliminated the possibility of a direct line pass between Lu Yang and Morici.

The ping-pong wall pass wouldn’t work.

Meanwhile, Sampdoria’s right-back quickly chased back and surprisingly caught up with Lu Yang. His defensive experience was equally seasoned, and he didn’t rashly go for a tackle.

Because during high-speed movement, if you make a move to intercept the ball but fail to get the football, you will be instantly left far behind by the opponent.

If you don’t understand the reason, you just need to stretch out your right foot towards the right while running fast to know why.

But be careful not to stretch too far, and don’t run too fast to avoid accidental self-harm.

So, this right-back only maintained a parallel position with Lu Yang, keeping a horizontal distance of nearly two meters to prevent Lu Yang from cutting inside.

Secure the bottom, prevent the cut inside.

This is also the basic defensive principle emphasized by many teams.

Lu Yang was about to enter the attacking third with the ball.

Behind him, another defensive player followed up.

The situation now is that on the left flank, there are people behind Lu Yang and on his right side.

In the middle, Morici has people on both his left and right.

San Remo had previously contracted their entire lineup, so it’s normal to have insufficient manpower for counter-attacks now.

Sampdoria’s right-back considered that even if Lu Yang cut inside and got past himself, he would be delayed enough to be entangled by his teammates behind, posing no great threat.

So, this right-back began to try intercepting.

He approached Lu Yang.

Lu Yang turned his head to check Morici’s position.

Turning his head!

Indeed!

Couldn’t see anything?

But... this is correct!

Because this indicates that Morici is in the spot Lu Yang can’t see, doesn’t it?

Bam!

With a Fried Meatballs move, Lu Yang suddenly moved forward to the left, evading Sampdoria’s right-back’s interception.

At the same time, he looked nowhere but focused on his feet.

Bam!

Left foot powerfully kicks the ball!

Lu Yang’s whole body slung to the right due to the excessive force, swinging his arms to the left, almost twisting his body into a pretzel.

Then, a white light flew out from his feet, rolling on the ground in a C-shape.

The point below the C is Lu Yang.

The point above...

J Luo’s Curved Ground Cross Pass!

The number eight player from Sampdoria sensed the danger of this pass.

Though he and their number eleven were neck and neck with Morici, he was even closer to his own goal than Morici.

But their lateral distance from Morici was over a meter, close to two meters.

This meant that Morici had the space and time to shoot directly without stopping the ball.

If someone can pass the football to Morici’s feet in such a pinched situation.

"Hmm?"

The number eight player thought he could intercept this pass.

But after the football came out, he realized this cross pass had a large curvature.

Just extending his foot might not be able to intercept.

Thus, the experienced player kicked the grass hard with his right foot, leapt forward, and raised his left foot, trying his best to reach.

He had already turned into a Copper Wall and Iron Wall between the football and Morici.

This move extended his defensive range by at least two meters.

At this moment, the tip of his foot and Morici’s parallel position differed by almost four meters!

In other words, if any football could bypass the tip of his foot, it was at least four meters of longitudinal distance from Morici!

Even considering Morici’s running, Morici was estimated to be three meters away from the ball.

So Morici would miss the football.

And the player number eleven on Morici’s right would have the chance to receive it.

Whoosh!

The number eight player kicked air.

Football bypassed the tip of his foot.

This pass’s curvature was so large it shattered his best defense based on past experience.

But he wasn’t panicking.

Because according to his calculations, Morici couldn’t receive this ball either.

This ball... Lu Yang had overpassed!

But while sliding and continuing to keep an eye on the football, the number eight player soon showed a frightened expression.

He realized that after bypassing his toe, the football quickly spun and decelerated rapidly.

On one hand, the football slowed.

On the other, the football seemed to be "running back"!

"Damn, does that little guy have magnets on him?" The number eight player had this unrealistic thought pop up in his mind.

Bam!

Morici arrived at full speed, everything was perfectly timed.

The football arched a giant curve on the grass, then slowly rolled towards him from the left front.

And the person on his left stared at him in horror.

The person on his right wanted to tug him but was out of reach.

From the top of the penalty arc, Morici struck fiercely from a distance!

The instant his instep touched the football, his seemingly frail body suddenly stoutened, his thigh muscles bulged at least three times!

The Sampdoria goalkeeper had just made a preparatory move to save, and hadn’t even jumped before the football was already in the net.

"GOAL!"

"An extraordinary pass! Lu Yang made the football seem alive, knowing where to go by itself!"

"An amazing outside-foot shooting goal, the goalkeeper had absolutely no reaction!"

"Morici is so confident, he chose an extremely difficult shooting method, but... I have to say, he has the skill to do it!"

"It’s hard to imagine a skinny 174cm boy shooting so powerfully."

"Morici’s physique might be far stronger than it appears! He is full of energy!"

Upon seeing the ball into the net, Morici immediately rushed towards the South Stand of Marassi Stadium.

Marassi Stadium is shared by two Serie A teams.

Genoa Team’s fans are mainly in the North Stand.

While Sampdoria fans are mainly in the South Stand.

Morici sprinted all the way, face flushed.

He passed by Lu Yang but was too excited to celebrate with him.

Lu Yang bore no displeasure, for he knew Morici’s intention.

He even pulled back other teammates who wanted to celebrate with Morici.

"You are the damn ones who are girls!"

"You are!"

"Remember my name!"

"My name is, Mo... ri... ci!"

Morici screamed hysterically near the sideline.

Shouting while pulling up the right leg of his shorts that scored the goal, revealing his thigh, not particularly large but exceptionally muscular and robust.

The bulging veins on his neck made one wonder if his vessels were about to burst the next moment!

Out of stillness, comes action.

There’s no such thing as always maintaining absolute calm on the field as a team brain.

Morici whose enthusiasm has been suppressed for several months, now fully erupted.

Raging Xiaomo, online login!

"You all are the damn ones who are girls!"

San Remo’s players lined up not far, watching the increasingly wild Morici, with puzzled glances.

Naji shook his head, once again affirming Head Coach Sotu’s vision.

This kind of person, if not held by Naji during fights, could instantly have people kneeling and begging him not to die.

Too damn wild!

But... I must say, this feeling, is indeed damn exhilarating!

"Did you see my thigh? That’s the thigh that scores goals in Serie A!"

"Who damn called me shorty? Step forward!"

"Now, just ask who the damn dares to ramble on again!"

Morici’s curly golden hair caught everyone’s eyes under the lights!

He uses facts to show the Sampdoria fans he is not a wimp, but a real man, oh no, a true man!