I AM the Football Star

Chapter 365 - 107: Starting Lineup and Substitutes, Champagne at Halftime (Part 3)

When AC Milan put out this starting lineup, all of Martivini’s efforts for the Italian Cup this season were officially declared successful.

As for the outcome... wouldn’t it be better to leave it to the players to write?

He’s not Xiao Hua, who likes to write the ending in a script. True masters know how to leave it open-ended.

"Maniero, who do you favor for the championship?" Martivini, noticing the camera, deliberately started a conversation with Maniero nearby.

Otherwise, if it just recorded them awkwardly sitting in silence, wouldn’t that seem foolish?

"Of course, it’s AC Milan." Maniero was speechless. Did anyone really think San Remo could win?

Especially when Mr. Qiu Wang from San Remo is on the bench.

"I thought so too. When I give the runner-up medals to the boys from San Remo later, I’ll comfort them." Martivini felt proud of the players from San Remo. They had achieved everything people could imagine.

Maniero nodded but never took his eyes off Lu Yang’s side.

There’s nothing remarkable about achieving what people can imagine.

What’s truly remarkable is... whether there is someone who can achieve what people dare not even imagine.

He once wanted to do it, but failed.

This time, can anyone do it?

Beep!

The whistle blew, and the match officially began.

Eight minutes into the game, the situation was already fluctuating!

AC Milan’s left-back Praxedes successfully tackled Becher’s and then passed the football to Izalelt.

Izalelt got the ball, and the entire crowd began to cheer wildly, the decibels in the stadium suddenly spiking.

Such a scene, even the numerous players from San Remo couldn’t help but be intimidated.

Although they had faced strong Serie A teams like Rome, at that time Wolf King Perrotta was not at home, and the influence of a super-star had not been felt.

Now, as soon as Izalelt touches the ball, the entire stadium seems to erupt like an earthquake of magnitude eight.

Close to 80,000 people roaring, this was a joy San Remo couldn’t even imagine.

Bam!

Izalelt, after receiving the ball, took a big step and advanced through the middle.

Morici chased after him to defend, but was easily left behind by Izalelt’s second acceleration.

Izalelt was incredibly fast!

His absolute speed without the ball might not be faster than Bai Zhami, but it’s not much slower either. The terrifying thing is, his speed with the ball might even be faster than Bai Zhami’s sprinting without it!

Morici chased after him in vain.

But he quickly despaired.

Because the distance between Izalelt, running with the ball, and Morici grew larger and larger.

From half a meter to a meter, to two meters, until it was three to five meters apart!

Morici was completely unable to disrupt Izalelt in any way.

Naji and Palacios didn’t expect Izalelt to rush in so quickly, how long had it been since Becher’s attempt to stop them?

Was it even a few seconds?

Bam!

Izalelt feinted a move to break to the left, but actually took the ball slightly to the right, misdirecting and then easily getting past Naji.

Then before Palacios could even come up, he unleashed a long shot from the right edge of the penalty arc!

Jalard made an all-out dive to save, but couldn’t even touch the ball.

The ball speed was incredibly fast!

Even though Izalelt’s shot didn’t seem as powerful as Lu Yang’s, perhaps... his ball velocity was even faster!

This is the power of footwork, a strength not seen in moves and postures.

Until this point, it had only been about six or seven seconds since Izalelt received the ball.

And he had sprinted approximately sixty meters.

His dribbling speed even surpassed some professional sprint athletes.

Of course, this statistic isn’t that professional, but it’s undeniably very fast!

In less than ten minutes, AC Milan’s first attack shattered San Remo’s defense and scored.

The gap between a Champions League finalist and an Italian Third Division team was clearly visible to the naked eye.

But the most exciting moment wasn’t before this goal, but after.

"Oh... what’s going on? What’s up with Morici?"

"He threw up! Morici ran to the sidelines and retched, spitting out some saliva!"

"Ran too hard!"

"As is well-known, running too hard can cause nausea, but this is rare among professional players."

"Just now, Morici chased Izalelt all the way, his attitude was good, but in fact, he failed to obstruct Izalelt in any way! He couldn’t even catch Izalelt’s shadow!"

"Izalelt led Morici over sixty meters, and even made the latter throw up!"

"You know, Morici is the absolute core of San Remo, rarely has he been so embarrassed."

"The gap is too large! This is not a reasonable match, the remaining eighty minutes will be nothing but torture for San Remo!"

"Izalelt played too easily! After scoring, he even had the energy to interact with the fans on the sidelines."

"His smile seemed to have already predetermined the outcome of the match, victory and defeat need not be discussed anymore, now the only question is what will be the final score from AC Milan against San Remo?"

"How many goals will AC Milan score in this match?"

On the sidelines, Lu Yang looked at Morici, somewhat speechless.

Does the little brother not have a clue about his own speed?

With those wheelchair legs of yours, you want to catch up with Izalelt?

That guy’s double speed is definitely over 95!

Even speed beasts like Bai Zhami aren’t as fast as Izalelt.

The combination of man and ball is incredible!

He’s a living replica of Kaka.