Tom looked at Sotu and found that Sotu had no angry look, but instead held his fists with a flushed face, as if he was expecting something.

He murmured: "Yes, that's it. This is our football. If you want to win, you can win. You must dare to think!"

Listening to Sotu's quiet voice, Tom covered his forehead.

This head coach, Yazi, looks not normal.

Moric's pressure made Avellino's players feel pressured.

Their midfielder tried to step forward and forced Molic to retreat, telling him, "Hey, boy, the game is coming to an end, it's very suitable one to one, don't move forward any more. I have to go home to tutor my children for homework after I finish playing."

But he didn't expect that Molic would not retreat even if he died, but instead wiped him through the movement.

At the same time, Vadian in front began to quickly move forward.

San Remo's other midfield and frontcourt were also reminded by Moric in advance in the previous pass, and rushed forward at this moment.

The murderous intention suddenly appeared!

Avellino's backcourt was in chaos.

After Moric passed the opponent, he traveled smoothly and came again to the place he came at the beginning of the second half, on the right side of the top of the penalty area.

Unfortunately, the last time he came, there was no one in front of him, and he had plenty of time to shoot.

But this time, he has two central defenders in front.

One person robs him, and one person prevents Moric from shooting from a long time.

Similarly, there is a midfielder chasing behind him.

Molic was locked.

"What a pity, Molic has a lot of ideas. He doesn't want to lose. We can feel his unwillingness. This is the fighting spirit of young players!"

"But equally, such behavior comes at a price. San Remo's defense is too high now. Once Moric loses the ball, Avellino will be able to launch a counterattack, and San Remo is in danger."

Fans are also discussing.

"Moric still has the genes of adventure in his bones, and such a person is not suitable to become a real midfield commander."

"Sorry, I don't think so. I always appreciate such a player who is unyielding."

"But we need every point now!"

"Moric is excellent, but he's too young and he still needs to be honed."

"San Remo has no time to hone him, we are going to be demoted soon!"

At this moment, Molic made his own choice.

He pushed the ball to the back left.

The football rolled to the left of the top of the penalty area.

There are no defensive players there.

Moric attracted two centre-backs and one midfielder.

Vedianla took away the opponent's right back and another midfielder.

But again, there are no San Remo players out there.

This is a pass that looks useless, just to avoid random passes that conceal the ball, but still cannot escape the ending of being confiscated by the opponent's central defender after three seconds.

The central defender Avellino robbed turned and ran towards football.

But his roar made him tremble all over.

"Be careful!" The No. 11 midfielder who followed Molic issued an early warning.

Because a lightning flash passed by him just now!

"My God, there are people there, there are actually people!"

"Who is it? San Remo's midfield and frontcourt is no longer there."

"It's not a midfielder, but a defender, a central defender! It's Lu Yang!"

"What? But he is a central defender, why does he appear here? Aren't he afraid of losing his position?"

"Does Sotu allow such tactical discipline?"

"How will Lu Yang deal with this ball?"

"Does he dare to shoot? No, he doesn't dare, he's just a central defender, he doesn't have that kind of foot."

"Maybe it was a pass back to Molic and then let Molic shoot?"

"It may also be distributed to Vedian, who tried his luck through the cross?"

Bang!

Under the gaze of countless people, Lu Yang shot hard and kept shooting, putting an end to those thoughts.

I saw the football flying high, at a fast speed, and after taking enough strength, it was also within the range of the door frame.

It was a high-quality shot, especially for the centre-back.

But... the long distance of nearly 30 meters made it difficult to get lost this shot, especially no one else affected the goalkeeper's vision.

Avellino's goalkeeper had already done the calculation and flew out.

He will be able to save this ball!

However, soon, his pupils contracted into a small dot.

The football suddenly fell in mid-air, passed through the goalkeeper's armpit, bounced to the ground and rushed towards the net.

The white waves immediately hit.

The next moment, the audience cheered!

“GOAL!!!”

"World Wave!"

"Lu Yang shot, the ball entered!"

"This is a sudden drop. The football suddenly fell in mid-air. The goalkeeper made a mistake in judgment and could not save it at all!"

"Excellent, this is a fatal kill!"

"He killed the game and let us chant his name...Lu!"
Chapter completed!