But the referee shook his head, indicating that this was not a foul.

Lu Yang quickly kicked the football to Molic, and then said to Arnold on the ground: "Your dribbling rhythm is not good, and such a bad little trick may be difficult to pass any professional football player."

Arnold felt that he was humiliated, and immediately ejected from the ground and rushed towards Lu Yang.

Lu Yang did not have any fear and raised his chest to hold back Arnold.

Arnold was bounced back and staggered a little.

After all, Lu Yang is a central defender, and Arnold is not strong in the forward, so there is still a gap in the physical fitness of the two.

The referee immediately came to stop the two and warned Arnold not to cause trouble.

Arnold's face was full of displeasure.

Suotu on the sidelines was very satisfied with this scene and said to Tom with a dance: "I saw Tom, this is the defense I want! It is necessary to be able to defend against the opponent, but you have to be tough enough!"

"Think about the game in San Remo, how long has it been since our players had a conflict with others who were blushing? Weak players may be able to steal honors, but weak teams won't get any honors!"

Tom is full of black lines. Can I think your words just now are sarcastic about Manigelo?

"Well, Lu's pace of retreating is so good. This is the most important basic skill for a defensive speed player." Tom barely caters to it.

But in his heart, he really recognized Suotu's "toughness" statement.

Playing football can be not dirty, but it cannot be tough!

In the next half hour, Lu Yang fully demonstrated his dominance on the defense line.

Whether it is a direct pass from the ground, a protracted pass in the air, or a long pass transfer, he can make Arnold return in vain. Most of the time, Arnold can't even touch the ball, so he is intercepted by Lu Yang.

Bisher's conventional tactics failed, and their blades were curled.

Both sides ended the first half with zero to zero.

But Suotu is not optimistic because he believes that the opponent is likely to make targeted adjustments in the second half and change his playing style. For example, let the opponent's No. 9 center stand up and no longer be a fulcrum, but try to be a terminator.

After all, the central defender facing No. 9 is much easier to solve than Lu Yang.

And Suotu... it's not that he doesn't want to adjust, but that he can't adjust.

Could it be that Lu Yang will guard against the No. 9 center?

Wasn't Arnold released again?

There are two or even three knives, but Suotu only has one shield, so he is sure of losing one's care.

"Observation, you must find a way to attack!" This is the only message that Suotu can convey to the team.

...

The second half begins.

Three minutes later, fans cheered at Bishere at home.

“GOAL!”

Their No.9 center forward, carrying San Remo's right center back, entered the penalty area and scored.

Lu Yang must stand near the penalty area line to block Arnold and avoid the No. 9 pass.

"I saw it, this is the price I have to pay for following me. We are invincible! We are the first in the league points!" Arnold tried to disturb Lu Yang with his words.

But he underestimated Lu Yang's psychological quality.

"But you didn't get any data!" Lu Yang replied.

Arnold was stunned and was so angry.

The 59th minute of the game.

Bisherre's old trick was repeated, Arnolda took Lu Yang, and the No. 9 center beat San Remo's right center back one-on-one.

But the difference is that this time Molic stood up. He was already in the back midfielder and moved backward in advance, so he had the conditions to attack the opponent's No. 9 center forward.

However, the fulcrum of the No. 9 center was once again highlighted. He leaned against the centre-back, reached out to hold Moric, and then passed the ball back to the top of the penalty area.

There, Bishelie's No. 10 core player arrived and shot hard.

The football pierced through the net, and the goalkeeper had no choice but to save it at all.

"GOAL! The game is over, and Sanremo can't stop Bishere's attack at all!"

"Bischelle will always have a key player than San Remodo, and this is the gap in the overall strength of the team."

"Lu Yang did freeze Arnold, but on the other hand, wasn't he being pinned down by Arnold?"

"I have a premonition that there will be goals in this game, and San Remo is likely to lose more than two!"

"This is definitely a great victory!"

"The remaining thirty minutes are a torture for San Remo."

The commentators expressed their opinions one after another, most of them were more professional.

Even Hans frowned.

Lu Yang did what he said, but unfortunately, San Remo and Bisher are not of the same level team at all.

This is a gap that cannot be made up for by individuals.

What a pity.

"Hey, is San Remo's central defender a formal game? Why is our team's goal so easy?" Arnold spoke in Lu Yang's ear and mocked him again.

Lu Yang calmed down. If Ibrahimovic had not had time limits and he planned to stay at the last moment to use it, he would now allow Arnold to see the style of God.

However, even if you don’t use the moment slot, Lu Yang already has the idea of ​​breaking the deadlock.

This one is not as powerful as they seem.
Chapter completed!