"That's an incredibly spectacular world-class goal!"
"Oh, we can see that Lu Yang seems very excited today. He made a special celebratory gesture."
After scoring, Lu Yang opened his legs slightly bent, extended his right hand making a thumb and forefinger in the shape of a pistol. His left hand seemed to hold the gun barrel, shaking it at the ground while making a doo doo doo sound.
It was as if he was holding an AK47, firing at the ground.
This celebration was novel, fully expressing Lu Yang's excitement, and also a tribute to Batistuta.
The commentator couldn't help but joke: "Obviously, without Becher's, Lu Yang is playing very relaxed. Both his performance and mood on the field show it!"
Becher's on the bench was speechless.
Can you stop flogging the corpse?
I wasn't even on the field, please have mercy.
To be honest, after experiencing the locker room storm and Lu Yang's angry roar on the pitch in the last game, Becher's was already discouraged.
Or rather, scared.
