I AM the Football Star

”Lu Yang may have never encountered such a strong opponent.”

”Unless San Remo can score three consecutive goals and not concede any in the next fifteen minutes, otherwise... this ticket to Camp Nou belongs to Real Madrid!”

Camp Nou, Barça’s home ground, is also the venue for this year’s Champions League final.

If Real Madrid lifts the Champions League trophy at Camp Nou, it would be a fatal blow to Barça.

Similarly, you can imagine Barça hosting the Champions League final at their home ground but failing to reach the final or even the semi-finals; the disappointment and rage of the fans and players would be immense!

Watching Junior celebrating on the advertising boards.

Lu Yang knows, this time he can only rely on his inventory!

Click!

Another Moment Card shatters in Lu Yang’s mind.

”Ding! You used the Moment Pack and gained a Moment Card... Gareth Bale, 2014.4.17!”

Lu Yang takes a deep breath.

Perfect timing!

Another world number three!

The two strongest active players in the football world, undoubtedly.

The debate is over who ranks higher between the two.

Beneath them, the battle for world number three is fierce.

Many superstars have temporarily occupied this position.

Neymar once did.

And Bale also did!

Coincidentally, both reached their peak as teammates of Messi and C Luo, the two world number ones.

Without leaving the team, this was the pinnacle they could reach.

This situation is completely different from several other world number threes.

Seeing the flame of hope in Lu Yang’s eyes not extinguished, Balajana, who performed poorly and was arguably Real Madrid’s worst young player in this match, felt he should showcase his strengths elsewhere to recoup some ratings and impressions.

So he walked over to Lu Yang and said, ”Still not giving up?”

Lu Yang looked at Balajana inexplicably, moved toward midfield, ready to kick off.

”The game is already over! Victory belongs to Real Madrid!” Balajana shouted to Lu Yang.

Suddenly, San Remo’s players all glared at him.

Firstly because of Balajana’s words.

Secondly due to his attitude.

Dare to yell at Brother Lu?

Who do you think you are?

Seeing Lu Yang not responding, Balajana felt his momentum was at its peak, so he bravely continued with borrowed authority: ”The defender marking you, Junior, is the world’s number one left-back. Do you know the significance of being world number one?”

”This is Real Madrid; almost every position is world-class, even the best!”

At this moment, Lu Yang finally turned his head.

He looked at the babbling Balajana and said, ”Oh really? Then watch closely, because I... love taking on world number ones!”

After all, it was him who as a newcomer took down the then-world number one right-back Maicon at Inter!

Whistle!

The whistle blew, San Remo kicked off.

Real Madrid players immediately retreated.

They were defending against San Remo’s kickoff strike, a gamble-style offensive pattern that had become San Remo’s routine strategy now.

Thus, San Remo began attempting a ball control attack.

But their subsequent offense fizzled out.

Junior intercepted Canyes’ pass intended for Lu Yang’s cut inside.

In the eightieth minute, San Remo successfully defended against a wave of Real Madrid attacks.

At virtually the same position, Lu Yang again received the ball, turning and beginning his advance.

Likewise, Junior once more closed in on Lu Yang from the inside.

They were separated by less than half a body length.

”Oh! A similar scene reappears!”

”Lu Yang once again races against Junior; he’s... so fast!”

The commentators were shocked!

Same position, same Lu Yang, same Junior.

But the outcome... seems different?

On screen, Junior didn’t close the distance against Lu Yang this time.

Even...

Entering the attacking third, Lu Yang had already pulled half a body length ahead of Junior!

Junior isn’t faster than Lu Yang?

This...

Bang!

Lu Yang kicked the ball, crossing from the side!

Just like last time, aiming for teammates trailing in the central area.

Because none of the other teammates could keep pace with Lu Yang and Junior.

But this time, even though Lu Yang’s passing style was disadvantageous, Junior still couldn’t block Lu Yang’s pass.

Because he was too far from Lu Yang, his outstretched foot was still ten centimeters from the ball.

At that moment, everyone’s eyes were on the ball.

This high-speed, powerful pass, made the ball travel fast.

Talista and Rubio were tangled up, slowing each other down, neither touching the ball.

Balajana had the best position, using his chest to intercept the ball first thing.

No choice.

The ball’s position was awkward, couldn’t header it, couldn’t reach with his foot, couldn’t clear at first touch. Luckily, Rubio was holding Talista, while Bai Zhami had shaken off Sanchis, but Joseph timely moved over to restrict him.

Balajana attempted chest control first, then...

Bam!

A figure dashed past Balajana, snatching the ball.

No following!

Balajana only had time to turn and see the opponent’s number; nineteen!

Delarre!

Bam!

Delarre stormed into the penalty area, facing Luis one-on-one, a calm shot.

Luis made a desperate save.

But the ball still slipped past his fingertips.

Four to six!

Lu Yang outplays Junior!

Drela strikes against his former club!

San Remo hasn’t given up yet!!!