"The ball is in! It's in! My God, it's actually in!"
"This ball really went in!"
"No one can believe it! No one!"
"Lu Yang has saved Italy! Italy is in the lead! They're ahead three to two, look at Italy leading!"
"Roar!"
All the Italian players began to celebrate wildly.
Lu Yang spread his arms and sprinted across the field, feeling the exhilarating wind, until he was toppled to the ground!
"I knew it! You damn well could do it!" Morici pressed down on Lu Yang, even more excited than Lu Yang.
After all, Morici was under a lot of pressure for this free kick.
He openly contested for the free kick with Italy's top player.
He didn't even know where he got the guts at that time.
"Brother Lu, you're awesome!" Bernulin also jumped on.
Age doesn't matter; Brother Lu is always Brother Lu, no matter how old he is!
Scoring makes you the boss!
"You're simply the God of Italy! God!" Praxedes went completely crazy.
It was incredibly tough!
