Of course, after witnessing the craziness of Lu Yang, Becher's didn't really want to become Lu Yang's enemy.
It's too terrifying.
Near the edge of the penalty area, Talista stood with his hands on his hips, watching the celebrating San Remo players, shaking his head helplessly.
This is Lu Yang.
Damn it!
That feeling really came again!
Another one of those unbelievable goals.
Talista took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.
If all along he thought no one could stop him from achieving victory.
Could Lu Yang be sent by God?
Is Lu Yang the Son of God?
Is it true that I can't defeat Lu Yang?
Pah!
Talista spat.
He doesn't believe it!
Screw the Son of God!
...
The match resumed.
The score on the field was one to one.
After being equalized, Chievo started a fierce attack.
They wanted a win.
But having defended for most of the match, suddenly changing the rhythm from defense to offense was still too difficult.
