I AM the Football Star-Chapter 577 - 153: Consecutive Best Player, Facing Italy’s New Divine Striker (Part 4)
The football soared high into the stands, seemingly aiming straight for the sky.
Calafiori embarrassedly shook his head and apologized to Lu Yang.
Lu Yang almost burst out laughing.
That technique... is quite absurd.
Even if a normal shot doesn’t hit within the frame, it wouldn’t miss by that much.
Even a long-range shot shouldn’t end up like an anti-aircraft missile and almost hit an airplane.
It makes sense why Calafiori warms the bench a lot. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
He’s a cheerful striker.
But since the team is leading, no one blames Calafiori.
At least he was where he needed to be—missing was just a lack of skill.
Only top teams like Real Madrid look down upon stars with limited skills like Vazquez; normal teams hate stars with a bad attitude.
But the Bologna fans gave Calafiori a round of applause.
They’re thanking him for not killing them.
Calafiori looked depressed.
As he walked back, he whispered to Lu Yang, "I opened the gateways for Kolber, and they treat me like this?"
Lu Yang couldn’t help but laugh.
So you do know you’re more of a blessing-type striker, huh?
Bologna kicked off, but because Calafiori, Sogel, Bai Zhami, and Lu Yang pressed tightly, they had to resort to long balls.
Lam intercepted early at the back and passed to Morici.
Morici was knocked down, but Lu Yang rushed back again.
In the chaos, Lu Yang passed the ball and started moving into space.
Calafiori received Lu Yang’s pass on the right wing and successfully dribbled down the flank.
Bologna’s defender didn’t see him as much of a threat and focused instead on the advancing Lu Yang.
Lu Yang was the real danger; Calafiori was just the appetizer.
Unexpectedly, Calafiori suddenly got stubborn and cut in from the baseline towards the penalty area.
Even an old jalopy has its moments; his feints genuinely looked convincing this time.
Bologna’s midfielder came back to help their left-back double-team Calafiori.
Calafiori performed a "fried meatball" and broke through between them to enter the penalty area.
This forced Bologna’s center-back to intervene.
Bang!
Calafiori finally passed the ball, directing it towards Lu Yang.
Lu Yang lightly lifted his foot over the ball.
The ball rolled past him.
The center-back covering Lu Yang felt utterly helpless.
What the heck, it’s wide open!
Bam!
Morici, positioned at left forward, stepped up, and the ball rolled right to him.
With a powerful shot.
Morici scores from long range!
San Remo leads two to nil!
Bologna doesn’t seem all that strong, does it?
Calafiori, as if he had helped the team score a game-winning goal, was extremely excited, clapping wildly toward the Bologna fans who mocked him.
This was the ridicule those fans had just thrown at him.
The Bologna fans were furious, starting to hurl insults at Calafiori.
Morici didn’t understand Calafiori’s excitement, although the assist was indeed beautiful.
But Lu Yang, pulling Morici aside, said, "Let him enjoy the celebration. This is his first assist in four hundred and twenty-one days, it’s understandable to be a little excited."
Morici was shocked.
Over four hundred days for one assist?
And he’s a forward player? How lacking can one be?
"His last goal wasn’t much better, two hundred eighty-odd days," Lu Yang added.
Morici couldn’t hold it any longer.
Is this for real?
Bologna dares to charge a four million euro transfer fee?
Does San Remo have money to burn?
They dare to buy this?
Morici had every reason to be angry, as his transfer fee was also just four to five million this summer.
Does that mean in others’ eyes, he’s on par with Calafiori?
That’s quite demoralizing.
"Look on the bright side, the transfer market now and in the future are different," Lu Yang knew what Morici was thinking. "Though young players aren’t worth much now, later on, the opposite will be true; in the future, young players will be the expensive ones, and veterans will be the ones with low values."
In today’s transfer market, even veterans fetch decent prices because they’re famous and experienced. Young players have nothing, so their prices are very low, as low as child labor prices.
But in the future, young players possess limitless potential, so their prices skyrocket. Conversely, veteran prices sharply decline, sometimes unfairly so against their inherent value.
The former makes doctrinal errors, and the latter is equally bound by commercial operations; neither represents a normal transfer market.
Sancho’s valuation of 120 million is absurd!
Morici thought about it for a while, and suddenly something felt off.
He’s considered a young player now, not worth much.
In the future, young players are valuable.
But by then, he’d be old.
And in the future, old players won’t be worth much either?
Seriously... did all the best times pass me by?
Life No. 1, backpack, Memory Star, 8848, small can tea?
