I AM the Football Star-Chapter 600 - 159: The Shadow of Bei Strikes, Curved Moon Blade!
Bam!
Morici takes a long shot!
Clang!
The soccer ball is earth-shattering, the Swedish goalkeeper is helpless, but... the Swedish goalpost blocks this ball.
The stands fall silent, followed by endless sighs.
However, when the fans come to their senses, they still give Morici a warm round of applause.
This young player seems to have some skills, almost scoring a world-class goal!
Especially his run from the defensive midfield position, which can be called intuitive.
Two minutes later, the Italy Team returns with full force; Morici makes a wonderful lob pass from the backfield, piercing Sweden’s defense.
Ancelotti receives the ball alone and successfully scores.
Unfortunately, Prince Zebra was offside earlier, ultimately lacking rapport with Morici.
Italian fans regret it again.
A minute later, Lu intercepts the ball in the front field; faced with multiple opponents, he kicks the ball off the opponent’s shin to get a corner kick.
Morici takes the corner, Perrotta goes for a header, but the soccer ball hits the goalkeeper, nearly resulting in a goal.
"Oh no! The Italy Team is unlucky!" the commentator laments, "With these two young players on the field, Italy clearly gains momentum! But they still lack a bit of luck!"
"If Italy had performed like this from the start, they might have completed a turnaround and advanced in the European Cup! What a pity!"
That’s also the opinion of many professionals.
Lu and Morici provided significant help to Italy’s attack.
But Morici’s playing style, as the organizational core, requires rapport with the whole team, at least with the attacking players, to unleash maximum power.
But that’s exactly what the Italy Team is missing right now.
In the eighty-seventh minute, the Sweden Team finally launches a threatening counterattack.
They complete a pincer move on Ancelotti when Lu advances.
After Ancelotti gets the ball, he immediately maneuvers, instead of passing to Lu.
That’s Prince Zebra’s playing habit; many of his goals come from such close-range dribbling.
But this time, Prince Zebra misses a good opportunity. When he decides to pass, Lu is already in an offside position.
After Sweden steals the ball, two passes quickly bring it to Italy’s backfield, producing an efficient counterattack.
Fortunately, Bernulin decisively intercepts, preventing Italy Team from facing danger.
Bernulin immediately passes sideways to Praxedes.
Praxedes passes to Morici, who comes back to support.
With someone behind him, Morici logically should pass back.
But so-called counter-counterattack sometimes requires gambling.
Bam!
Morici doesn’t stop the ball; instead, he makes a backheel kick followed by a turn.
The soccer ball passes through the opponent’s legs.
A no-stop, back-turn, ball-passing move!
Morici beautifully shakes off the opponent and chases the soccer ball.
The Swedish players just sprinted from their backfield to the front.
If Morici gets through, they’d have to sprint back.
It’s close to ninety minutes now.
Their stamina can’t hold up.
Once Morici gets through, Sweden’s defense is bound to have gaps.
Whoosh!
A Swedish midfielder slides in for a tackle; he must destroy this goal.
But Morici touches the ball first.
He lightly taps the ball with his left foot, turning his whole body with a ball spin. Left foot pull-stop, spin with a right foot carry.
A beautiful Marseille Turn, avoiding the slide, continues dribbling.
Bang!
The stands erupt with excitement instantly!
Here it comes, here it comes!
This small motor of San Remo is back!
Is he not Izalelt?
Such center channel propulsion is truly thrilling!
In front of San Remo, Perrotta enters the penalty area this time.
Ancelotti rushes toward the left side of the big box.
Instead, Lu, who initially ran toward the center, continues to the right after Perrotta enters the box, heading to the right large box area.
Two Swedish players rush towards Morici, ready to limit him.
But in Morici’s eyes, a flash of intent manifests.
Bam!
Morici kicks the ball.
Rocket pass-and-shot!
He shoots from the left flanks, a forty-five-degree cross.
Ancelotti furrows his brow.
This pass is clearly not meant for him.
He gets a bit angry.
The mighty Prince Zebra of Juventus, Italy’s top striker, wasn’t the first choice for a threatening ball?
But Ancelotti is dedicated enough; he continues charging into the big box, looking for any second-chance shots.
On the other side, Perrotta competes with the opposing center-back in the box; he overpowers the opponent, jumping high.
Yet the soccer ball doesn’t fly toward him.
Instead, it hovers above Perrotta’s head for a moment, heading directly to the back post.
Meanwhile, Lu, initially seemingly heading wide in the right of the big box, suddenly changes direction, cutting from the right into the middle of the big box, even rushing straight towards the small box.
The ball hasn’t reached Perrotta’s head yet, but Lu uses his sprinting speed to suddenly jump.
Beside him, the Swedish left-back looks puzzled.
Are you blinded by the sun?
Why jump so early?
Poor judgement of the landing point!
That’s a young player for you!
Ha!
By the time Lu reaches his highest point, the left-back starts jumping, occupying a favorable position ahead of Lu.
By this time, the ball has already passed over Perrotta’s head.
The Swedish left-back beams with joy on his face, unable to believe the ball was meant for Lu.
Luckily, he has been keeping an eye on Lu, able to defend this ball...
Wait!
The Swedish left-back realizes he’s falling.
He can’t reach this ball!
He jumped a little too early!
