"Now Lu Yang can't slow down, but he's running too far forward, and the soccer ball might hit his head or back! He's blocking the ball's path! This can't result in an effective shot!"
"So clever! Luis stopped advancing, and Lu Yang can't even turn to receive the ball."
"The only way Lu Yang can handle it is to immediately slow down, then bend his leg and jump a second later to head the ball into the goal!"
"But Luis clearly anticipated this possibility, and that's why he stopped halfway, ensuring he wouldn't give Lu Yang a chance for a legitimate goal."
"If it's a lofted shot, he can take a step or two back and easily catch the ball."
"Mebarak is also rushing toward Lu Yang. If Lu Yang doesn't shoot immediately, possession will likely go to Mebarak."
In a split second,
Lu Yang didn't slow down, but he did bend down.
His height dramatically dropped.
The ball brushed past his head, flying toward Luis.
Luis smiled slightly.
Everything under control!
