Fortunately, although the statistics aren't outstanding, Sotu repeatedly expressed satisfaction with Sogel's current playing style.
"You guys don't understand, don't talk nonsense, these are my lucky sunglasses," Lu Yang said with a smile. "The reason I played so well last match was because I wore these sunglasses."
"Like now, I feel I can score in any way."
After Lu Yang finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter.
Although Lu Yang has been performing strongly recently, the idea of scoring in any way is just ridiculous.
They were about forty meters away from the goal, and Lu Yang was facing sideways to it.
"Come on, let me see how you score!" Morici tossed a football high towards Lu Yang.
Everyone scattered.
Lu Yang approached the ball, left foot planted on the ground, rotated about ninety degrees.
His whole body moved like a long whip, his right foot trailing behind, body turning first, then the right leg.
Bam!
Before the ball could land, Lu Yang kicked it directly.
