"What we need to do in the second half is not chase three goals, but prevent AC Milan from turning the score into a basketball game!"
Lu Yang said the last sentence emphatically and loudly.
Many people in the locker room immediately looked over.
"Guys, we've been heroes for an entire season, but I absolutely refuse to turn into pitiful victims and jokes in everyone's eyes at the last moment!" Lu Yang scanned the eyes of all the players, then called out, "Latu Yidi, Palacios, Naji, Jalard, can we avoid conceding any goals in the second half?"
Latu Yidi swallowed his saliva, not saying a word.
He lacked confidence.
"We can!" Under the intense gaze of Lu Yang, Naji reluctantly said the answer Brother Lu wanted.
"Didn't you eat? Tell me, can we avoid conceding any goals in the second half!" Lu Yang shouted.
"We can!" All the players of San Remo responded in unison to Lu Yang.
