"ah!"

Lu Yang began to roar, trying to explode his entire strength.

Stepman also felt Lu Yang's force and began to consciously continue to press down, even putting his hands on Lu Yang's shoulder.

This action is definitely suspected of being a foul.

If you continue, you can win a penalty kick.

"ah!"

Lu Yang continued to exert force, rooted under his feet, and his waist and abdomen began to rebound.

Stiperman's eyes showed horror.

This is damn...this...

Unless Stepelman uses his hands more blatantly, he feels that he will be unable to suppress Lu Yang.

But continuing to pull with your hands is likely to be discovered by the referee, because Lu Yang's roar attracted almost all the players in the penalty area.

In full view of everyone, Stepelman could not give San Remo some.

"Come on me!"

Lu Yang roared, his whole body leaned forward slightly, and jumped out in a diagonal direction.

Stepman didn't suppress Lu Yang and fell forward.

Bang!

Lu Yang rubbed the ball in his head and then fell heavily to the ground.

The next moment, heavy pressure came from him.

Steeperman pressed on him too.

However, Stepman supported the ground with his hands, so he did not suppress Lu Yang, but had slight contact.

But even with this action, the referee can condemn Steeperman to a foul.

Because when Lu Yang was in the air, Stepman, who fell over, hit Lu Yang's leg, and this kind of contact was definitely a foul.

Beep!

A whistle sounded.

Stepelman was desperate.

Something is given away!

I actually gave some!

However, when he turned to look at the referee, he found that the referee did not have a finger point, but a circle in his finger.

Schematic, the goal is valid!

The whole audience was silent.

Princes Park Stadium, dead silent.

No one knows what happened.

But the football was lying quietly in the goal of Paris Saint-Germain.

Playing back on the big screen, Lu Yang headed the ball and scored directly!

The next moment, a figure struggled to get up from the ground.

It's Lu Yang!

"ah!!!"

He shouted wildly and rushed towards the corner flag area.

A goal has been scored!

How can this be a final kill?

Plop!

The excited Lu Yang fell down while running, but he immediately got up with both hands and feet, looking a little embarrassed.

The teammates followed him and rushed to the corner flag area together.

Lu Yang directly reached out and pulled down the camera microphone that the camera brother was carrying on the sidelines, and shouted loudly with the microphone: "Please pay attention, please pay attention..."

In an instant, all the fans watching the game in the San Remo area were in full swing.

this……

Could this sound be...

Through the lens, everyone looked at Lu Yang on the screen.

Three and a half years have passed.

Three years ago, a boy once ran to the sidelines after sending San Remo a long-lost victory to end the team's losing streak, and shouted that sentence to all the fans.

Many people laughed at that time.

Because that's too second-class.

And, it's just a victory, is that?

But time gave everyone the answer.

All those who have experienced that scene will never forget the young man's energetic appearance.

"Please note, please pay attention...San Remo Miracle... set sail for the last time!" Lu Yang shouted at the microphone, "Our goal is..."

Moric, Najib, Fernandez, Cameehon, Ram, Keent and even Talista behind him, seemed to be crazy, and the two words suddenly popped up in his mind.

"champion!"

All the players shouted wildly together.

Bernoulini in the backcourt also has Areola, Sotu and Tom on the sidelines, Brownie in the hardcore old fan area of ​​San Remo fans, every San Remo fans in front of the TV, even every Italian fan, Chinese fan...

"Our goal is! Our goal is! Our goal is!" Lu Yang shouted again.

Say important things three times.

"champion!"

"champion!"

"champion!"
Chapter completed!