I AM the Football Star

Chapter 247 - 86: Last-Minute Transfer, Superstar Arrives

Overall, Becher’s acceptance of the interview with the "Republican Newspaper" may not have been out of negligence.

He likely chose, on the advice of his team, a grand entrance to announce to everyone that he comes with intent, he’s not easily bullied, and he’s here to conquer!

In European and American culture, this kind of confidence is highly promoted.

Because humility, especially in the United States, can lead to being pushed around.

The concept of hiding one’s strengths exists only in the thoughts of those with true aristocratic breeding and elegance.

And Becher’s team prefers more aggressive declarations.

This also aligns with his playing style, which is very aggressive offensively.

...

"How dare he say something like that?"

Bam!

Morici slammed the phone in anger.

Lu Yang looked at the shattered screen with an expressionless face and said, "If it wasn’t my phone that you just broke, I might have been moved by your actions."

Morici laughed awkwardly, "I was just trying to lighten the mood, to ease any possible frustration you might feel."

Lu Yang said, "What’s there to be frustrated about?"

Morici chuckled, "Don’t pretend, Eastern guy, I know you too well. You’re truly magnanimous when you are, but also really petty when you aren’t."

"You can forgive Becher for whatever he says, after all, you haven’t actually played together and a lot of your understanding of each other isn’t accurate."

"You can eliminate the interference brought by this information gap and only evaluate someone after real and frequent interaction, which is what makes you better than most players or even most people."

"But... you care a lot about the issues of position!"

"You won’t verbally require your friends, family, or teammates to align with you on things you truly dislike, but deep down, you hope they make the same choices as you."

"Becher violated your taboo; he accepted an interview with the ’Republican Newspaper’!"

Lu Yang raised his eyebrows.

One had to admit, Morici really grasped him well.

Lu Yang wasn’t interested in most of what Becher said.

His personal style of play indeed doesn’t easily reveal its brilliance and doesn’t align with the current aesthetic trends.

But on the issue of teammate positions, he is indeed quite concerned.

The more one invests, the more they inevitably want in return.

Lu Yang always actively stood up for his teammates on the field, so correspondingly, he hoped for some support from teammates within their ability.

"So how will you deal with him in tomorrow’s intra-team training match?" Morici asked, "A beautiful tackle or freezing his possession? I know you don’t like to express yourself solely with words."

Lu Yang thought for a moment, "Let’s see. If there’s truly no place for me in his style of play, then there won’t be a place for him in mine either. Before that, I won’t casually instigate teammates against him."

Chinese culture is vast and profound.

A show of dominance is just a superficial move.

Truly skilled players, when you see their intent, everything is already a foregone conclusion.

Random moves, besides exposing your purpose, have no other function.

"You’re really unfortunate to encounter a core star player unwilling to accommodate you so soon." Morici limped over, speaking cheekily to express jealousy towards Lu Yang.

Because Sofia was video calling every night, Morici had to avoid her.

Why talk about racy topics, and for half the night too, is this a private live broadcast?

It’s absurd!

"No, you’re really lucky to have met someone like me willing to accommodate your playstyle!" Lu Yang said, pressing Morici’s head and shutting him outside, then connected Sofia’s video call, "Why are you taking a bath again today?"

In the video, Sofia, wrapped in a bath towel, laughed and said, "It makes everything feel more ceremonial..."

As she spoke, Sofia climbed onto the bed, with the camera occasionally shifting in a way that some unintentional exposure seemed perfectly normal.

Lu Yang was already used to it and knew how to admire it.

...

The next day.

At the San Remo Training Ground, the players welcomed Becher, the prominent figure.

Wearing sunglasses, he broke through the journalists’ siege, as if he were a star.

On the field, Coach Sotu gathered everyone together but didn’t say much more.

Gathering without speaking created a strange atmosphere.

Everyone was looking at Lu Yang, waiting for him to make a statement.

Lu Yang’s attitude would determine their attitude.

Camihong, being new, didn’t know about these underlying currents.

In his previous team, the locker room leader was always an elder, never a 17-year-old, so he naively stepped forward to greet Becher.

Belletti held him back and said, "Listen more, talk less. Never make a stance before Lu makes his. These will be the top two principles during your days playing at San Remo."

Camihong was stunned, "What about Coach Sotu’s orders? Shouldn’t it be third on the list? Isn’t that too disrespectful to the boss?"

Belletti smiled, "If you manage the first two points well, you won’t violate the third one."

Isn’t it often said that the old are wise?

Even though Belletti hadn’t been here long, he had really figured out the team’s dynamics.

The San Remo team’s name is... Lu!

As a result, the atmosphere on the training ground became inexplicably tense.