Lu Yang's fingertips are bleeding!
Morici angrily charged towards the opponent, along with Bernulin and Praxedes rushing up from the backfield.
"Why don't they also..."
Before they could speak, Lu Yang rushed over and stopped them, taking them away.
"No arguments, let's quickly get the ball in play, we still have a chance!"
Lu Yang said this to Praxedes, because he could hold back Morici, but he couldn't quite hold back Praxedes.
He still had to hold the ball.
At this moment, Praxedes looked into Lu Yang's eyes and seemed to finally understand why San Remo could overturn the game in this year's Italian Cup final.
This Lu Yang, who had created the greatest defensive humiliation of Praxedes's life, making him a defensive disaster and a background board, at this moment made Praxedes have to respect and admire him.
