I AM the Football Star

But starting next year... everyone might think about how it will be.

Including Zidane.

On the field.

"How could you let me have such an open goal?" Talista scored, but surprisingly didn’t celebrate and looked at Lu Yang.

"Because this is Meazza, I want you to score here!" Lu Yang said to Talista.

Talista’s eyes welled up.

Brother Lu understands me!

Talista is a person who holds grudges.

For this goal, even if he assists Lu Yang in all other matches of the season, he would be willing.

This is a man of character.

The next moment, Talista dashed towards the Inter fans’ stands and began to celebrate wildly!

In an instant, lighters, coins, cups rained down.

Thankfully, Lu Yang and others were far enough away not to be hit.

But although Talista was hurt by these objects, he was very happy.

Old Tom glanced at the time, the match had only been going on for thirty minutes.

Wasn’t it supposed to be possible to score after forty minutes?

Sotu felt awkward under Old Tom’s gaze, coughed and said, "Lu Yang’s form is too good today and moved the goals forward. Very nice, everyone performed well."

"Next, let’s slow down the pace, keeping this score in the first half is fine. Morici should know how to adjust to this favorable situation."

Old Tom was half doubtful.

To be honest, he started questioning Sotu’s coaching level.

Are you sure you know your San Remo?

Thirty-seventh minute.

Delarre attempted another flank breakthrough but was again thwarted; Inter did a good job defending him today.

Delarre made a wide pass.

Kaint pulled to the side to receive.

Morici advanced.

On the front line, Talista, Lu Yang, and Bai Zhami started running around, stretching Inter’s defense to shreds.

Kaint made an unimpressive pass, surprisingly sending the ball directly to the right flank of the penalty area.

Morici advanced there, unguarded.

Bam!

Morici showed no mercy.

A piercing arrow, thousands will come to see.

Swish!

The ball hit the net.

Stunning world-class goal.

"Wow! Four nil! San Remo is really in top form today! This is a full team revival rhythm!"

"Kaint’s pass clearly highlighted a major defensive lapse by Inter’s midfield and defense, letting the ball slip through!"

"Morici’s outside-foot shot was very precise; he’s always had this ability. It’s right for Inter to focus on Lu Yang and Talista, but they shouldn’t overlook Morici."

"After scoring, Morici celebrated with Kaint, who was also very happy to notch up an assist."

"Something seems off about Inter’s spirit. The head coach needs to take timely measures to make adjustments."

"It’s really tricky. In this situation, the Inter coach could try substituting around the seventieth minute. But now it’s only thirty-seven minutes, and if you adjust now, it’s unfair to the substitute player!"

"Previously, Inter had substituted a forward with a center-back due to a red card, which was understandable. Now... whether they substitute or not, it’s embarrassing."

"Inter’s locker room has been uneasy, and adjusting now might cause an explosion in there."

On the sidelines, Old Tom looked at Sotu again.

Sotu looked up at the sky and sighed, "These kids are too much! Inter is a top club, leave some room today, so you can meet them well tomorrow. Do they not understand such a simple reason?"

"Alright, since that’s the case, let’s just send them a five-nil this match!"

Saying so, Sotu waved his hand, and the five fingers ignited the emotions of the San Remo fans onsite.

"Five-nil! Five-nil! Five-nil!"

Morici was speechless on the field.

This head coach really doesn’t understand, totally directing blindly!

We had such good opportunities to sneak in more just now, and he told us to slow down.

Now when we should actually steady, he wants another goal?

Are you really not afraid of players having their legs broken?

"What to do? The boss wants us to score another; he wants a half-time five-nil. But I think the cost is too high." Morici found Lu Yang.

Lu Yang nodded and said, "Ignore him, he knows nothing. Protecting ourselves is most important. Tell the brothers to hold off a bit, be careful not to get injured."

The two field cores tacitly ignored Sotu’s command.

But Sotu felt bitter.

I meant a full match five-nil, who told you to achieve it in half-time?

Inter must be so weak to be hit five-nil in just half-time.

If that really happens, this would be unquestionably the most classic match in San Remo league history, wouldn’t it?

The first half, forty-fourth minute, the match was about to end.

On San Remo’s side, Bai Zhami won a corner kick for the team.

Morici took the corner.

Inter’s center-back cleared with a header, out of bounds.

Morici set up the corner kick again.

Talista got the first touch, headed towards the goal.

The Inter goalkeeper responded promptly, deflecting the ball out of bounds.

Morici took the third corner kick.

This time, Talista was heavily surrounded.

But Inter consequently ignored another deadly scorer in this team.

That is...

Bam!

Lu Yang quickly retreated, then rapidly advanced, explosively fast.

Not only did he shake off the defender, but he also provided himself with initial velocity for takeoff.

Lu Yang jumped high.

In his soul, the genes of a powerful striker and high-altitude play were in full swing.