In front of Lu Yang, Bai Zhami, Sogel, and Fernandez shot forward like arrows leaving a bowstring, three arrows simultaneously unleashed.
The San Remo trident dashed ahead.
Lu Yang became the handle controlling the Sea King Trident!
With the ball in hand, the world is mine.
Four against four in the front field!
Sogel and Fernandez crossed their runs, trying to disrupt the opponent’s defensive formation.
At a critical moment, Lu Yang made a direct pass.
"Oh no! This pass wasn’t timed well!" The commentator watched as the ball brushed past Sogel’s path, sighing in regret, "Lu Yang wanted to pass it directly to Sogel in the center."
"But Sogel just pulled wide, making a cross-run with Fernandez."
"Fernandez was still two steps away from Lu Yang’s passing route, not yet fully in position."
"Whether that pass was made two seconds earlier or later, it would have been a threatening pass. But delivering it at this moment was a mistake!"
"Of course, we shouldn’t be too harsh on Lu Yang. After all, he wasn’t originally a playmaking midfielder with outstanding passing skills."
"If it were Morici, that ball might have gone directly to... wait, how did Bai Zhami end up there?"
"My goodness! Bai Zhami got the ball on the edge of the penalty area! No one is marking him!"
"A lethal direct pass! Lu Yang’s pass was not a mistake! It was a brilliant pass!"
"He successfully used Sogel and Fernandez’s runs to shield the ball’s forward path. A blind spot appeared in the opposing central defenders’ vision, and the ball passed between them, unnoticed until it was too late."
"And behind them, Bai Zhami had just circled from the wing and successfully ran into the offside, directly charging into the penalty area."
"Bai Zhami gets the ball!"
"The goalkeeper charges out!"
"Bai Zhami shoots confidently to the near corner, a very self-assured shot!"
"It’s a goal!"
"Oh my, three to zero! San Remo three to zero Brescia! San Remo is definitely winning this match!"
"Bai Zhami’s efficiency on one-on-ones is very high, although he hasn’t scored much this season, each of his goals has been quite spectacular."
"Oh, we have an interesting statistic here; I need to revise my previous words. Bai Zhami has already scored three goals this season through Lu Yang, which constitutes all of his goals. All three goals were one-on-ones!"
"Bai Zhami and Lu Yang are creating a chemical reaction!"
"Let’s take another look at Bai Zhami’s run and Lu Yang’s pass..."
On the field, Bai Zhami excitedly celebrated with Lu Yang.
"Great run, keep it up. That offside run just now was like Hu Lai, uh, fooling around!" Lu Yang regularly praised his teammates, helping them build confidence.
"Uh... there was a pit back there, I almost tripped." Bai Zhami said honestly.
All the players celebrating together felt a bit awkward.
Turns out you relied on the terrain to successfully run into an offside position.
If not for that pit, given Bai Zhami’s speed, this brilliant pass might have turned into an offside.
Lu Yang’s forehead was sweating profusely, suddenly understanding Morici’s previous four winless games a little.
What kind of forward players are these!
Happy football?
Don’t mess with me, okay?
Compared to the joy on the San Remo side, Brescia’s side was under a heavy cloud.
They knew themselves that trailing by three goals meant the match was probably over.
Especially for some substitute players hoping to win the Head Coach’s favor by dominating the game, they were even more downcast.
They all stared unwillingly at Lu Yang, that young player, really damn wicked, struggling? Hardly!
This is literally the Izalelt of the Italian Third Division!