"The ball is in!"
"What did I just see? Is that a bicycle kick goal?"
"An acrobatic kick goal in the European Cup final? What kind of nerves are needed for that, what kind of imagination?"
"We just mentioned that Lu Yang's overall performance today wasn't bad, but it was far from his usual standards. He immediately responded with action!"
"This is the biggest difference he brings to the Italy Team. Italy Team no longer has to worry about critical balls because they have a king of critical balls!"
"Morici was too cunning, he just fooled everyone! Everyone!"
"This is a unique tacit understanding between Lu Yang and Morici! At this moment, France Team truly felt what it's like to be pushed to the end of the road by Mo Lu!"
"There's not much time left for France Team!"
On the field, Lu Yang rushed towards the corner flag area with a stylish knee slide, as if flying across the grass.
His fists were clenched, his face filled with joy.
