I AM the Football Star

Chapter 347 - 103: The Fall of a Legend, the Curtain Closes on a Miracle?

He spread out his right hand completely, exerting force with each finger.

Yet, his expression was extremely grim.

Because it felt as though his right leg was about to break.

Bang!

Bang!

Two consecutive sounds rang out.

Miraculously, Lu Yang’s fingertips grazed the football, slightly changing its trajectory.

Then the football collided with the goalpost, ricocheted to the crossbar, spun in the dead corner, and finally rebounded towards Ameluci.

The ball soared high, still dancing in the sky.

Lu Yang fell heavily onto the turf.

In the next instant, the Juventus Stadium erupted!

The San Remo coaching staff, substitutes, and all the players who couldn’t make the roster suddenly flooded onto the field.

San Remo players at midfield watching this penalty leapt high into the air!

Meanwhile, the entire Rome squad lowered their haughty heads in resignation.

Many players sat, or lay down on the turf.

Some players even... burst into tears.

Without reason, it’s just a semi-final, but only participating Romans knew how regrettable it was to lose this match.

They used their defeat to continue an unbelievable miracle!

"Oh my god!"

"It didn’t go in! Ameluci’s penalty was blocked by Lu Yang!"

"Blocked! Blocked!"

"Lu Yang did it!"

"A clean sheet! Lu Yang blocked five penalties and saved four! He set the record for penalty saves in the Italian Cup, the first player in the world to achieve this!"

"One to zero! San Remo didn’t take the fifth round because they’ve already won the match! Morici doesn’t have to bear the heavy pressure!"

"Lu Yang completely dominated the penalty shootout! At this moment, the thing Rome fans hate the most is their own Aguirre took down San Remo’s starting goalkeeper Jalard!"

"Jalard couldn’t have performed better than Lu Yang! No goalkeeper could outperform Lu Yang in this penalty shootout!"

"I declare! In the past fifteen minutes, Lu Yang is the world’s number one goalkeeper, without exception!"

"Finals! San Remo has fought their way into the Italian Cup finals! They’ve created a miracle!"

"San Remo’s miracle is still setting sail! My god, I can’t hold back any longer, I seem to want to cry!"

"Great San Remo! Great Lu Yang!"

"He scored twice in this match, brilliantly assisted his teammates to equalize with Rome! He also hit the only goal in the penalty shootout and refused all of Rome’s penalties! He’s simply not human!"

"In this match, Lu Yang shot through the net, proclaiming himself the King of Long Shots! But at this moment, I only want to tell him, he is the King! The King of Football! No other limiting terms! None!"

Everyone was practically going mad.

San Remo went dark to the end, upset Rome!

Especially Lu Yang’s performance in the penalty shootout, which overshadowed former Italy’s second national goalkeeper Ameluci.

This really made people incredulous.

But there was still one person who digested this news the fastest.

"Congratulations!"

Ameluci’s hand appeared in front of Lu Yang.

Ever since saving Ameluci’s shot, Lu Yang lay on the ground and hadn’t gotten up.

And the ecstatic San Remo people had found someone beside them to celebrate first, leaving Brother Lu alone here.

Even Morici, who originally wanted to rush towards Lu Yang, was held and shaken vigorously by Sotu from the sidelines, nearly shaking his neck out of joint.

"Thanks for letting me win." Lu Yang grasped Ameluci’s hand, getting up with his help, but the pain from his right leg made him emit a hissing sound.

"You defeated yourself... but you also hurt yourself." Ameluci looked at Lu Yang’s increasingly swollen right knee, "Such risky behavior could end your football career."

"I wouldn’t want to be blamed when the Italy National Team repeatedly misses out on honors, being the one who ruined what could have been Italy’s greatest star child!"

"If I were you, I would signal for a substitute after saving the first penalty or scoring the first penalty to prevent the leg injury from worsening."

Ameluci looked at Lu Yang and timely said, "Of course, I know I’m not you... so that’s the reason you can achieve the final victory! But this victory may be bittersweet."

Lu Yang remained indifferent: "But at least at this moment, it’s wonderful, isn’t it? And... I can’t participate in matches without giving my all and then accept failure calmly! As long as I stand on this pitch, I will not stop pursuing victory!"

Ameluci patted Lu Yang’s shoulder, saying no more, because Lu Yang’s "dumb" teammates finally realized.

Hey?

Where’s the boss?

Where’s my Brother Lu?

Can you call it a celebration without Brother Lu?

So a large group of people ran over here.

Simultaneously, the director, after a period of excitement, also found Lu Yang first, wanting to see what expression the man who carried San Remo into the final would wear.

However, as soon as the camera locked onto Lu Yang, it quickly zoomed in, then gave a close-up of Lu Yang’s right knee.

The fans in the stands gradually cooled down.

Because that swollen knee, was nearly twice the size of a normal knee.

Lu Yang’s knee had become the thickest part of his leg.

"Ah! Did Lu Yang get injured?"

"I saw his knee was a bit red before, thought it was just a scratch, didn’t expect it to be this serious."

"This injury looks quite severe!"

"So Lu Yang saved one penalty after another with such a leg injury?"

"Saving penalties requires great explosiveness for a goalkeeper, even more so for Lu Yang’s relatively short stature, allowing him to repeatedly make ultimate saves against Rome’s shots, relying on his explosiveness."

"His knee injury worsened with each save, the exact injury is unknown, and perhaps it could be a meniscus injury?"

"Lu Yang waved his hands towards the stands, signaling everyone to continue celebrating!"

"He didn’t let his injury dampen everyone’s spirits, and the fans gave Lu Yang enthusiastic applause!"

"But we can see that Lu Yang was walking towards the San Remo fan stands supported by Naji and Morici. Despite the 1.74-meter support for 1.83-meter height being questionable in effectiveness."

"A stretcher came in, and with Lu Yang’s character, he would certainly push the stretcher away, he’s Italy’s toughest man!"

"What? Lu Yang didn’t refuse! He lay down on the stretcher."

"Of course, he still maintained a smile on his face, gesturing ok, but if he were really ok, why would he be lying on a stretcher?"

"It’s well-known that Lu Yang is someone with extremely strong spirit attributes, he wouldn’t lie on the stretcher unless absolutely necessary."

"Similarly, this also indicates that perhaps every step could worsen Lu Yang’s injury, leading to this choice. It raises doubts about the severity of his knee injury."

"My god! Really hope Lu Yang doesn’t face any issues, San Remo can’t be without him!"

"The Italian Cup finals can’t be without Lu Yang! Absolutely not!"

"If Lu Yang truly can’t be on the final stage, then it also means this legendary story has reached its closing day! San Remo’s miracle... perhaps... has finally fallen!"

At one point, all over Europe, the phrase "Miracle Curtain Call" surged to the top of the charts in various countries.

At this moment, surpassing the end of the Italian Cup semifinals, the hotter topic is how Lu Yang’s injury is and whether he can appear in the Italian Cup final!