I AM the Football Star

Chapter 262: Chapter 89: Pass That Damn Ball to Me! (7,800-Word Short Chapter)_3

Of course, Morici can quickly get into the groove, sometimes delivering a rocket pass or shot in the first half.

Whereas Lu Yang needs to cautiously observe for half a game to deduce some positioning logic, and he can’t execute the high-passing-ability rocket passes and shots. This might be one of the reasons why Lu Yang can’t play in Morici’s position.

Don’t underestimate the small guy; he still has a good head on his shoulders.

”Over here, over here!”

Up front, Lu Yang positioned himself and called for Becher’s.

However, Becher’s faked a pass, broke through, dribbled the ball away, and all Lu Yang got were two opposing players marking him.

Well, it’s okay, let’s just call it a decoy run.

Five minutes later, Lu Yang got into position again, but Becher’s was still dribbling, made the same fake pass and break through, but this time someone read it, and he was dispossessed.

Sotu watched from the side, feeling chilled to the bone.

Becher’s was acting completely out of character.

It seemed like he was betting that Sotu wouldn’t substitute him early.

Even though Sotu had asked Belletti to warm up twice, Becher’s didn’t change at all.

To him, soccer was a one-man show.

In his world, there was no Lu Yang.

In the team VIP box, Russell was enjoying drinks with Martivini.

Maniero was eyeing Scott from the side.

”You’ve crossed the line,” Maniero spoke.

Scott had an innocent look of ”Did I step on your toe? No, I didn’t.”

”No head coach would tolerate a player challenging his absolute authority, and Sotu even less,” Maniero said. ”Only six people knew that Becher’s wouldn’t be substituted early.”

”Becher’s wasn’t among those six, but now... Becher’s clearly knows this decision.”

”Me, Sotu, Old Tom, Russell...” Maniero listed clearly, ”And you! Who do you think told him?”

The meaning of the pauses was obvious.

Internal news has levels, and some things shouldn’t be leaked.

Scott said, ”You said six people, that’s only five?”

Maniero laughed, ”And Lu.”

Scott hadn’t thought that Sotu would tell Lu Yang such a thing?

Is Sotu’s real son Lu Yang?

”Becher’s is getting closer to scoring,” Scott pointed at the players on the pitch.

”But San Remo is also getting closer to conceding,” Maniero saw the changes on the pitch clearly.

”If Becher’s doesn’t score, I’ll apologize to Sotu,” Scott said.

Maniero shook his head, ”No... Sotu won’t accept your apology. And... Lu Yang won’t sit idly by while someone disregards the team’s interests to play.”

In the midst of their conversation.

The situation on the field changed suddenly.

Becher’s excessive dribbling in the middle front forced teammates to come forward to support him.

Even if they were very unwilling.

San Remo’s defensive line was pushing higher and higher.

This put a lot of pressure on the defenders.

At the same time, Becher’s suffered many fouls, winning several set pieces for the team.

Especially some well-positioned free kicks forced the team to push up even more to contest the ball.

His desire to shoot also increased San Remo’s corner kicks, forcing the center-backs to come forward constantly to contest the ball.

On the surface, San Remo seemed to have the upper hand all the time.

But in reality, the frequent corner kick contests and quick retreats of the defensive line after contests greatly exhausted Naji and Palacios.

Especially the latter, who fell to the ground exhausted in the seventy-second minute, showing signs of cramping.

Bang!

Another corner kick was taken. Becher’s, as the kicker, deeply hoped someone could get a head on the ball and score.

As long as it’s not Lu Yang scoring, all the credit would be Becher’s.

However, heaven was not on his side.

Chievo’s tall center-back headed the ball, then made a pass to their number ten player.

This number ten player turned and controlled the ball seamlessly.

He intended to make a pass to launch a counterattack.

But he didn’t anticipate Lu Yang quickly chasing back to intercept his pass with a sliding tackle.

Lu Yang got up and passed the ball to Becher’s, then quickly positioned himself, rushing toward the opponent’s penalty area.

Chievo’s defense was already in complete disarray.

Some had been ready to counterattack and had already rushed forward, leaving them with numerous gaps.

Lu Yang ran to an absolutely open space.

The flank long-shot zone.

Lu Yang’s scoring probability in this zone was very high!

”Pass the ball!”

Lu Yang got to his point and shouted loudly to Becher’s once more.

He was open!

Becher’s glanced at Lu Yang, lifted his foot... and faked another pass and breakthrough.

This time, the few defenders on the opposing team made the right gamble.

He guessed Becher’s would not pass the ball.

Bam!

The opponent poked the ball away and made a long pass.

They had four players near the midfield, while San Remo only had Naji there!

This was an excellent counterattack opportunity!

”Cao Nima!” Lu Yang rarely shouted in C language, then turned and ran towards his own half, yelling, ”Get back on defense!”

Sadly, just as Chievo had four people rush out for the counterattack and couldn’t get back in defense.

San Remo had such a good chance to counter Chievo’s counterattack, their players also mostly moved up, leaving them unable to get back in defense now.

Matias was in almost the same position as Becher’s, who had been knocked to the ground, both in the attacking third, so you can imagine where the others were.

Lu Yang ran with his head down.

But it was not enough!

Chievo’s counterattack force was invading San Remo.