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Florence originally planned to substitute one or two players.

But now, after sizing up the situation, their coach waved his hand decisively and used all three substitution opportunities.

His intention was clear.

Florence will not play overtime.

A ten-man team, playing overtime is a guaranteed loss, it’s better to fight now.

This is the Champions League!

Although Florence fans’ biggest regret is that for many years, Carrel has been without a league title.

But... that doesn’t mean everyone has no expectations for the Champions League.

The Champions League is a higher pursuit; everyone thought they would take it step by step, but they never imagined that this year’s Florence would suddenly have the possibility of winning both the league and the Champions League.

Who would have thought that a mere San Remo, who had been defeated three times, would now catch up?

With the right timing, location, and people, though San Remo lacks everything, they managed to create this scenario.

Could Florence be...

Versachi felt very uneasy inside.

So far in this match, he hasn’t made any significant contributions.

Even though he is reluctant to strike against San Remo, he’s the Crown Prince of Purple Lily!

”Oh! Versachi dribbles past Morici! Morici was careless!”

”Kaint comes to press, Versachi makes a lofted pass, the ball flies over Kaint’s head; Versachi is well aware of Kaint’s fatal flaw!”

”Carrel heads it in a wall-pass, Versachi continues dribbling! He’s even doing some cycling!”

”Oh no, Versachi’s touch after the cycling is too large, the ball has gotten away from him, he’s not skillful enough... wait, no... this isn’t a mistake!”

In the camera shot, after Versachi’s foot angles the ball sideways, the ball flies diagonally, bewildering Bernulin who came for support, and catching Kaint, following behind Versachi, off guard.

They all know, although Versachi isn’t a winger, his footwork is not so bad.

For a long time, Versachi’s skills were even superior to Lu Yang’s.

So, this is a... pass?

Bam!

Before anyone could turn their heads, they heard a loud bang next to them.

Just after completing the wall-pass, Carrel rushed over and unleashed a thunderous shot on the ball!

Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes!

The violent GOAL by King of Purple Lilies!

Dong!

The ball hit the underside of the crossbar, rebounded aggressively into the net.

As if the ball and the goal negotiated nothing.

When it says you’ll enter, you must enter!

”GOAL! Carrel scores again! A brace!”

”Another violent goal by Carrel! The goal was almost identical to the previous, only this time closer to the goal!”

”For Carrel, who can accurately score from thirty-nine meters, this thirty-meter shot is almost effortless!”

”Versachi was too stunning, he drew too much attention, leading San Remo players to leave Carrel the space for the shot—it truly should not have been allowed!”

”Bernulin made a mistake; he only left Carrel with about a fifteen-degree shooting angle, but as the former King of Long Shots, even with an angle below ten degrees, he can create miracles!”

”Five to four! King of Purple Lilies refuses the comeback!”

”Friends, now I can responsibly tell everyone, there will not be overtime in this match!”

”Because of the goal difference, either Purple Lily wins, or San Remo advances! This is a match without a draw, where victory and survival are decided!”

”Wow, wow! One hundred forty-seven kilometers per hour! Carrel is furious! He reclaimed his record!”

”Even though the long shot distance was closer, it allowed Carrel to focus on power. This shot speed broke Lu Yang’s recent historical record!”

”The most violent long shots always belong to Carrel!”

”Lu Yang, your era hasn’t arrived yet; Serie A can only have one king, and that’s the King of Purple Lilies!”

The fans were absolutely ecstatic.

The mighty Florence would never, like the aging Juventus, give San Remo any chance to exploit.

Carrel took the initiative!

Note, this is just a ten-man Florence!

After celebrating, Carrel looked at Lu Yang again, repeating Lu Yang’s earlier scoring gaze.

With a knife and a horse, facing the sky, how can you alone make a difference!

Carrel exuded dominance.

Talista, standing nearby, sighed a bit.

This is the true king.

Talista considers himself fearless of heaven and earth, but he knows he’s not a ”king” type of player.

He’s a natural warrior.

Unbound by rules, seemingly lawless, but lacking the majestic presence that dominates an era.

But Carrel is.

Lu Yang... also is.

This is their battle; no one else can intervene or has the right to intervene.

It was at this moment, Talista profoundly realized his own limitations, he saw the ceiling above himself.

He instantly understood where he belonged.

He’s not suited to lead a city alone; he can’t bear such weight.

He must find the strongest crew, only then can he one day challenge the man standing atop the world.

Talista’s gaze shifted, landing on Lu Yang.

Is it you, Lu?

If it’s you, then you must first overcome this hurdle today.

Talista can lose.

But Lu cannot!

Because this is your, toughest, most incredible path!

San Remo resumed play.

This time Florence fully contracted, even Carrel returned to their half, participating in defense.