I AM the Football Star

Chapter 880 - 213: The World’s Number One Series Finale! (Part 3)

I AM the Football Star

Chapter 880 - 213: The World’s Number One Series Finale! (Part 3)

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Chapter 880: Chapter 213: The World’s Number One Series Finale! (Part 3)

"Remember, you must cry, or it’s not sincere enough to move the audience."

Talista was almost furious.

Would he lose?

Talista was born to be a winner!

One to zero, just ask how you’ll win?

Seventy-fourth minute.

Italy got a valuable counterattack opportunity.

Morici’s long pass found Lu Yang.

Lu Yang stabilized to receive the ball in confrontation with Burgos.

Burgos’ passing and dribbling ability as a midfielder is near top-notch.

But his frontal defense ability and physical strength are not top level.

Facing Lu Yang’s strength of ninety-five, Burgos was truly powerless.

Lu Yang used his back to push away Burgos.

Burgos habitually fell to the ground.

But this time, the main referee did not penalize Lu Yang for a foul.

This was a reasonable collision.

Lu Yang controlled his movements, using inch force.

Like Yip Man’s Wing Chun.

From afar, it looked more like Burgos was diving, but he was actually knocked over by Lu Yang.

The main referee seemed like "if you dive again, I’ll give you a card," making Burgos stand up painfully. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

But Lu Yang’s through pass had already gone out.

The ball curved past Perrotta on the left.

Perrotta was fighting against Mebarak, neither could touch the ball.

Rubio was coming out to assist Burgos in defending Lu Yang, but Lu Yang beat him behind.

This was the flaw in Rubio and his team’s defensive setup against Lu Yang.

They had indeed defended Lu Yang, who was previously dazzling, but in doing so, they left out Italy’s ghostly killer.

Ancelotti bursts into the penalty area!

Real Madrid’s Daniel Sánchez diligently pressing beside Ancelotti.

This time, Ancelotti could advance mainly due to his mistake.

He kept a certain distance from Ancelotti but believed it was safe.

As long as he chased full speed, he could soon curb Ancelotti.

Previously, this was indeed the case.

But this time, he miscalculated.

Ancelotti was much faster than before.

Sanchis gave his all but could only be behind Ancelotti, his pressure on Ancelotti was minimal.

Rubio’s chase was already too late, he could only stay positioned to prevent Ancelotti’s back pass to Lu Yang.

Mebarak quickly approached Ancelotti and positioned to prevent his far-post shot.

Ancelotti’s curved shots, with such large curvature and accuracy, once earned him the title of the King of the Far Post.

This setup was flawless.

But Mebarak didn’t consider who would defend Perrotta in this case?

The left-back Hoddy Ava covering was just one meter seventy, could he defend Perrotta?

Of course, Mebarak still chose to block Ancelotti.

Because he knows this forward.

Ancelotti recently has a strong desire to shoot, almost impossible to give someone else an opportunity.

Not just this European Cup, the recently finished season, Ancelotti’s shot number was far more than in previous seasons.

He’s changed.

He’s transitioning from an opportunist finisher to a shooting machine, but his transition is unsuccessful, his performance under targeting isn’t outstanding.

Being a shooting machine sounds simple, but it actually tests a player’s performance in targeting environments.

Boom!

Ancelotti shoots...

Not a shot!

A pass?

Lobbed pass!

Mebarak silently thought it wasn’t good.

He turned first to defend Perrotta.

Ancelotti actually passed the ball!

This wasn’t any ordinary pass.

This goal had milestone significance.

Last game, Perrotta angrily scored a hat-trick, tying the national team goals with Italy’s then-active top scorer Ancelotti.

With Ancelotti’s character, at this time he would aim for scoring, surpassing Perrotta, maintaining his top scoring.

Yet he actually... gave this opportunity to Perrotta!

How did he manage that?

Boom!

Next moment, Mebarak’s vision went black.

The king covers the tiger!

Jumping backward, suffering!

Mebarak was hit by the high-leaping Wolf King Perrotta, similar to basketball, when getting posterized.

Knocked away but cannot claim a foul, losing the ball, and viewed as defensively inept.

Moreover, becoming someone else’s background, reviewed repeatedly by fans.

Such a loss!

Mebarak somewhat regretted being so diligent.

If he pretended not to realize the ball was for Perrotta, letting Perrotta head the ball without defense, even if losing, it wouldn’t look too bad.

Being accused of poor defense is temporary.

But becoming the backdrop of someone’s milestone goal lasts decades!

Boom!

No suspense.

The Wolf King at one meter ninety-three heading in such loose conditions, accuracy is unquestionable.

The ball slammed into the net.

"Equalizer! Perrotta’s fourth goal in two games! His form remains! He’s leveled the score for Italy!"

"Ancelotti assist! Their connection is finally back!"

"Ancelotti’s run devouring Sanchis was crucial! He drew all attention, pulling away Mebarak too."

"He wanted to defend Ancelotti’s far corner shot, but thus had to give up Perrotta."

"Ancelotti and Perrotta, these two forwards, if either is ignored, they’ll use goals to punish defenders."

"Lu Yang’s penultimate pass was exquisite, he found Ancelotti, knowing Ancelotti would run in that direction! Chemistry seems to develop among them too."

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