"Oh! This foul by Ravelland is a bit irrational!"

"Perotta has a tall figure of 1.93 meters, and Ravelland, who is 1.87 meters tall, has no physical advantage behind him."

"Actually, there is no need for Ravelland to knock Perrota down so early. After all, Perrota has such a big body and has a strong ability to hold the ball on his back, it is actually difficult to turn around and face the goal."

"And there is a center-back teammate behind Ravelland."

"Maybe there was no gain in the continuous robbery, and he was pushed away by Perotta again, so his mentality was a little unbalanced."

"It's possible that Ravelland's temper is already very irritable."

With a few steps outside the penalty area, Perotta won a free kick for Italy.

It is about twenty-seven meters long and suitable for players with strong long-range shooting ability to try it.

"No, monk, is this a foul?" Lu Yang did not mean to compete for free kick rights with Ancarelli. Whoever should be. If you grab it, the fragile balance in the Italian team will collapse.

He has received enough special care, and people should be content.

Sure enough, Ancarelli felt much better when he saw that Lu Yang had no intention of free throwing.

It seems that the situation was just a critical moment last time. Lu Yang, a young man, was willing to take responsibility at heart. Although he offended his authority, the result was good after all.

To be honest, as Lu Yang retreated, his future path to the national team will be wider.

Because the knot in Ancarelli's heart was suddenly untied more than half.

Sometimes, no one can tell you about these many things in a moment.

But when Ravellan was ridiculed by Lu Yang, his mentality could not be restrained.

The foul on Perotta just now was because Ravelland suddenly got angry and then moved too much.

The reason is that his mentality is already a little messy, so he is prone to getting angry.

Now facing the culprit, how could he still endure this ridicule?

"Then you want to punish that ball! You coward! Go! Go in and hit me in the face! Please go! Go! Go! Grass mud horse!" Ravelland rushed towards Lu Yang, fierce and looked like he wanted to eat people.

But who is Lu Yang?

The hardest man in Italy!

There are people who are as good as Lu Yang in the low-level league, but most of them have broken their legs later.

But Lu Yang was able to fight out alive.

It is definitely not just his wisdom and injury saving throws, but also his often more fierce and evil than those people!

Injury saving throws were confused?

You say it again?

Then I'll leave?

Bang!

The two big men's chests collided hard together. Lu Yang did not retreat with a single step, and Ravelland's head was pressed against his head.

The teammates from Portugal and Italy only realized this time and went forward to grab the two of them.

"Punishment, if you have a genital, you will punish me. If you enter, I will call you dad!" Laverland was not honest when he was hugged by his teammates and dragged him back, and was frantically provoking.

"Grass-mud horse! Punishment! Brother Lu, punish him and let him see! What's so arrogant! I'm so mad!" Kanyes was furious.

Although he is also a genius of his generation, after coming to San Remo, Kanyes was long ago impressed by Lu Yang.

The more conceited a person is, the more he will admire the other person when he meets someone better than him.

What's more, no one else knows Lu Yang's ability, how can San Remo's teammates not know?

Let alone Lu Yang's full moon scimitar!

His elevator ball alone is enough to teach most goalkeepers to be a human being.

And isn’t this distance in front of you the area with the highest hit rate of Luyang’s elevator ball?

"That's right, shoot through them, grass!" Molic's eyes rolled and he started to cheer.

At this moment, many teammates looked at Ancarelli, who was holding the football.

Ancarelli felt very distressed.

Ravelland, you are so damn killer.

How can you die if you don’t speak?

Now that I'm fine, what should I do now?

Even if Lu Yang is just a simple teammate, in order to help his teammates stand up, he has to ask Lu Yang for his opinion and let this free kick be given.

What's more, Lu Yang is still a relatively special player.

Many people in the team have a good impression of him because he is indeed strong, can help the team win and score goals.

So when Maniro gave Lu Yang some privileges, no one in the team had opposed it.

In addition, when playing for the French team, Lu Yang called on everyone to play football for the peace in Croatia, which received positive response from everyone. It was equivalent to being a team leader once and succeeding.

These things seemed to be separate events at the time and had no effect.

But when connected in series, chemical effects have gradually occurred.

"Lu, are you sure?"

"Or why do you let Lu go and clean up Ravelland?"

"The Portuguese are too arrogant!"

"I'm so angry. I really want Lu to try it!"

Although Perotta, Dreki, Bernoulini, Prasedes and others did not say it clearly, the meaning was actually conveyed very clearly.

If it weren't for Ancarelli's thoughts, they might have spoken directly.

Finally, after a moment of ideological struggle, Ancarelli reached out and handed the football forward: "Come?"

Lu Yang looked at Ancarelli.

The two men looked at each other for more than ten seconds.

"Thank you!" Lu Yang finished speaking, took the football, and hugged Ancarelli with one hand.

To be honest, Ancarelli was inexplicably moved at this moment.

What the hell is going on?

Don’t I particularly hate this brat who disrespects his predecessors?

Ancarelli was a little embarrassed.

But there was a warm applause from the fans' stands.

Obviously, everyone hopes to see Lu Yang take the free kick.

They want to see the direct conversation between Lu Yang and Ravelland.

Lu Yang found the valve core.

Put the football on, then measure it step by step, and take five steps in a row.

His legs stood and his hands were slightly disguised, and his whole body was like a god of war, staring forward.

Beep!

The referee sounded a whistle and signaled that he could make a free throw.

Lu Yang took a deep breath and then slowly ran ahead.

Bang!

The God of War swung his legs.

The football shot out and rushed straight into the sky!

Ravelland jumped high, but the football was really too high, far from what he could do.

Everyone turned their heads and looked back before the wall landed.

They think the ball is impossible to enter.

Ravelland even smiled.

This is a plane masturbation!

Hahaha!

This level is worthy of being a Serie B player, and it deserves its name, really...

Bang!

In an instant, the football took a sharp turn and shot into the net by rubbing the underside of the door frame.

The goalkeeper was indifferent.
To be continued...