novelbin Chapter 832 - 201: Red Card and Penalty Combo, Ancelotti in Despair (Part 3)
Chapter 832 - 201: Red Card and Penalty Combo, Ancelotti in Despair (Part 3)
"Italy took the lead early on, their attacking power is really different from before."
"Yes, but I wonder if they can maintain this lead. Adopting a defensive strategy too early might put too much pressure on their defense. This will give Russia more opportunities for bottom crosses and header bombs."
Five minutes later, Canyes repaid the commentators for their praise.
He got a return pass from Lam on the wing, and everyone thought he would activate his zoom zoom zoom mode again, so the Russian midfield retreated quickly to cope with Canyes’ high-speed dribbling.
Canyes suddenly sent a super long pass from the right rear field to the left midfield area!
The ball diagonally crossed almost the entire field, finding Lu Yang.
This shot, a marvel to all!
During this time, the ball went past four or five Russian players and three or four Italian players.
With this passing technique and insight, you’d believe he was a midfield commander.
After Lu Yang received this pass, he turned, lifted, directly facing the goal, and then raised his foot for a...
Russian central defender charged to block.
Lu Yang pretended to shoot but actually passed.
He directly sent the ball to the left side of the box.
Ancelotti quickly started, because the central defender on this side was pulled out a bit by Lu Yang, so Ancelotti smoothly seized the point, with a shot!
This is Ancelotti’s specialty scoring way, the ball can pass over the goalkeeper’s fingertips and hang straight into the far corner.
Bang!
Maybe it has been too long since he last shot, Ancelotti’s kick hit the far corner post.
The ball bounced toward the box.
The Russian central defender didn’t make the clearance immediately, but controlled the ball instead.
There was no danger in the box.
Just now, that pass by Canyes led most Italian players still being near the center circle. The only one was Perrotta, who was seen in the Russian central defender’s peripheral vision, at a big distance.
"Watch out!"
Bang!
The ball just stopped beside the Russian central defender was poked away by a foot from behind him.
The ball quickly entered the goal, the goalkeeper had no way to stop it.
"GOAL! Lu Yang! Lu Yang also scored!"
"Two to zero! Italy’s form is so good today! Twenty minutes in, they lead by two goals already! Russia is in trouble now!"
"The Russian defender was a bit complacent, he saw Perrotta was far away, but didn’t realize the Lu Yang who should be in his view disappeared."
"After the direct pass, Lu Yang didn’t stop but continued running towards the box. This isn’t a lack of faith in Ancelotti’s shooting skills, it’s the instinct of a striker! Never miss any rebound opportunity!"
"Well, then if it’s not distrust, why did he think there might be a rebound opportunity?"
The two commentators had a bit of a contradiction and should handle it for a while.
After scoring, Lu Yang was also quite excited.
This was his third goal in the European Cup.
As expected, he should now be at the top of the European Cup scorer list.
He waved to the fans on-site.
Because this is France, there are many French fans, these fans, though not Italian fans, also cheered for Italy after the goal.
However, the director earning several thousand bucks salary didn’t take it for granted.
Soon they found the famous Russian beauty Martha among the fans in Lu Yang’s waving direction, even gave a close-up.
The scene suddenly had a lot of boos and jeers.
They thought Lu Yang knew Martha was there, purposely motioning to her.
And Martha was quite embarrassed, as Russia was falling behind, although Lu Yang was really handsome, especially the charm exuded while moving was really attractive.
But in front of collective honor, beauty doesn’t matter.
Martha could only pretend to be calm.
This kind of scene further stimulated the Russian players.
In the twenty-third minute, Olic almost scored with a dangerous shot hitting the post to express his anger.
Not only Olic, the entire Russia team started to become agitated.
Their movements gradually became bigger.
Italy noticed this change.
"Pass around, decrease the time the ball stays at feet. Move, move!" Lu Yang shouted to his teammates.
Other players got the idea, began the strong team’s reserved program... passing the ball!
This kind of passing can consume opponents’ morale and stamina, usually after three to five minutes the opponent will fall into a fatigue period, that’s a good time for countering.
But Russians are different, they are quite persistent.
After all, battle nation.
They kept frantic for seven minutes, not only didn’t fatigue but became even wilder.
That feeling of just being a bit angry but later getting angrier until not controlling your own emotions anymore, everyone has experienced it.
In the thirty-third minute, a crucial moment to change the game appeared.
Lu Yang and Praxedes coordinated on the left wing, Praxedes successfully reached the bottom.
Boom!
Kicked a cross!
Dit!
A whistle followed.
The main referee pointed at the penalty spot and showed a red card to the Russian central defender!
He seriously fouled by hugging and tackling Perrotta as he prepared to head the ball!
This was an undisputed judgment.
Red card penalty combo!
The Russian central defender held his head in despair, the same action was done by Olic.
He knew his European Cup journey might... soon be over!
If they lost two games in a row, Russia would be certain to leave the European Cup early, unable to qualify.