Alien Playing Earth (Please give recommendation votes and follow-up reads)-Se é irmão, venha jogar bola(Ye Liangchen, o Enterrador do Amor)

One second Dunga was thrilled to have beaten his opponent to the ball, and the next second he realized he had been tricked.

Damn it!

Lu Deyang surged toward the right flank, and what made it even more infuriating was that the ball was actually passed there as well.

Fortunately, the defense on the right was not weak.

Volpečina rushed straight at him. Lu Deyang nudged the ball forward with his right foot, immediately switched it to his left, and used his left leg to shield it, leaving the ball behind his opponent.

La Croqueta!

With a clean and decisive La Croqueta, he swept past Volpečina.

With Celeste absent, Pioli was in a state of panic.

As he ran back, he constantly tried to narrow the horizontal distance between himself and Lu Deyang, but he never expected Lu Deyang to decelerate slightly with a change of rhythm, gently tapping the ball with his right foot to cause Pioli to overshoot.

"Boo——!"

Deafening jeers erupted across the Stadio Artemio Franchi.

They were afraid; they were terrified.

What made their eyes nearly split in anger was that when Pioli readjusted his center of gravity, turned, and stretched out a leg, his move was anticipated by Lu Deyang once again.

With another standstill drag-back, Lu Deyang directly feinted Pioli to the ground, carrying the ball into the penalty area.

Barely ten minutes into the match, multiple defensive players had already been turned into mere background props.

Marco Landucci was constantly making psychological adjustments in front of goal.

He had yet to choose between rushing out or holding his ground.

Observing Lu Deyang out of the corner of his eye, Marco Landucci didn't even notice his teammate returning to the penalty area; instead, he chose to shuffle his feet to cover the near post.

Landucci screamed frantically in his heart.

Come on, bring it on!

He hoped that Lu Deyang, dribbling diagonally, would charge straight at him for a head-on duel.

At that exact moment, Lu Deyang lifted his right foot.

Landucci dropped to the ground immediately to block, and Dunga, having rushed back into the penalty area, also slid in to block Lu Deyang's shooting angle.

However, Lu Deyang's right foot lifted high only to come down gently, tapping the ball on its right side.

Snap—

The ball rolled horizontally. After taking two more steps to adjust his body, Lu Deyang unleashed a left-footed shot.

Though there were two Fiorentina players in front of the goal, neither was standing; they could only watch helplessly as the ball rolled into the left side of the net.

Breathtaking brilliance!

The Stadio Artemio Franchi once again turned into a stage for the away fans.

"Deyang!!!"

The Sampdoria supporters shouted excitedly.

A goal like this, a performance like this, made them see the hope of the team's rise.

Many frantic fans screamed until their throats gave out, while others stripped off their shirts and waved them wildly, creating a sea of white in the stands.

Boskov raised his left fist and threw a series of straight right jabs. Who could have imagined that the veteran manager would throw five or six punches in one continuous breath? In that single moment, his punching speed was probably no worse than Tyson's.

"Goal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

In the broadcast booth, Rossi fell silent for a brief moment before shouting at a pitch eight octaves higher: "Deyang, Deyang first dribbled the ball from the left flank to the right, fooled Dunga with a rabona-style back-heel, and sent in a cross that was cleared away, winning a corner kick."

"After the corner was cleared by the opposing players, Deyang delivered an even more astonishing performance. Faced with the opponent's frantic pursuit, Deyang very calmly had his teammate pass the ball to the right flank. Following that, whether it was the La Croqueta to beat a defender or the two drag-backs that bamboozled Pioli, everything was utterly breathtaking. His final drag-back fooled both Dunga and goalkeeper Landucci, carrying this magnificent performance all the way to the end and putting a perfect punctuation mark on it."

"Before the match, the Italian media were all focused on the battle for positions between Baggio and Mancini. Only Galliani felt this was a war between Baggio and Deyang. Perhaps we truly misunderstood Galliani; is he actually the person in the Apennines who understands football best?"

Baggio stood just outside the D-arc.

He had been dropping back very frequently today.

However, Sampdoria's defense against him was extremely tight, and he could only find a few sporadic opportunities.

Yet seeing Lu Deyang's performance, and coupling it with the fact that Dunga hadn't provided him with much support today because he was constantly man-marking Lu Deyang, Baggio clenched his fists.

He even thought that the opponent's tight defense against him was just an excuse—an excuse he gave himself.

If others could pull it off, why couldn't you?

The world of geniuses has no room for too many people, not even oneself.

Baggio immediately wanted to produce a better performance to match his formidable opponent.

Not long after the match restarted, Baggio received the ball in the attacking half and actually opted for a Maradona turn, but he fell to the ground during the duel, making many Fiorentina hearts skip a beat.

"Baggio is getting impatient."

"The Genoa turn. If he had watched the video of Deyang's match, he would have noticed that when Deyang uses this dribbling technique, he actively initiates contact and places a portion of his center of gravity onto the opponent. Baggio's turn this time was just spinning around in place to shake off his marker, making it very easy for him to be knocked down."

"Yet the referee awarded a free kick. That call is somewhat controversial."

When Rossi was a player, his tactical execution was exceptionally strong, and his eyes remained remarkably sharp.

He saw through the problem with Baggio's turn at a single glance.

When faced with so many defenders, forcefully attempting such a move was simply not a good choice.

The Sampdoria players hurried back into their half to argue with the referee, while Lu Deyang walked over and naturally bent down to extend a hand.

Baggio hesitated for a moment before taking his hand to pull himself up.

"Why?"

Baggio asked.

He couldn't understand why Lu Deyang was being so magnanimous.

After all, the media and football legends were stoking the flames; under such circumstances, they were direct competitors.

"No particular reason. Maybe my sportsmanship is just better."

Lu Deyang said with a smile.

"Then you should just call yourself Lu Baggio." Mancini chimed in sarcastically from the side, somewhat displeased that Lu Deyang was striking up a conversation with Baggio.

"Look, even he thinks I'm a gentleman."

Lu Deyang said with a smile, turning around to playfully punch Mancini.

Baggio watched the two of them bickering as they walked toward the penalty area, and for no apparent reason, he felt a twinge of envy toward Mancini.

Mancini already had Vialli, and now he had Lu Deyang as well.

Roberto Baggio's talent might be greater than Mancini's, but the latter had never experienced what loneliness felt like.

Was this the price a genius had to pay?

Baggio shook his head and walked toward the spot of the foul.

Many fans in the stands had already stood up, waiting for Baggio's show.

Following the referee's whistle, Baggio took a single step in his run-up and swung his right foot. The ball traced an arc over the top of the defensive wall and flew directly into the left side of the net. Pagliuca lunged out instantly but failed to stop the shot.

"Roberto!!!"

The Stadio Artemio Franchi, suppressed for half an hour, finally erupted with passion, transforming into an active volcano.

As Baggio ran toward the sideline to celebrate, he couldn't help but use his peripheral vision to observe Lu Deyang, who was, as expected, still chatting and laughing with Mancini.

"Hear that? Both of us are Robertos, but we are clearly not on the same level."

Lu Deyang pointed at the stands and said.

"Crap! If I had a free kick like that, I could score too!"

Mancini yelled, straining his neck.

How could a man ever admit he wasn't up to it?

Besides, he genuinely possessed the skill to take free kicks.

In the stands, Gigi Riva was applauding. He hadn't been able to bring Rivera along today, primarily because that fellow seemed to have political aspirations lately.

He felt that once Rivera watched the footage, he would definitely regret not coming to watch the match live.

There were simply too many highlights in this game.

The battle for the core of the Italian national team, the battle for the league's strongest attacker, and even the duels between several defensive midfielders. By comparison, the defensive lines of both teams actually offered fewer talking points.

Vierchowod was the strongest defender on the pitch, and it was precisely because he constantly directed and covered for his teammates that Sampdoria managed to contain Baggio's impact.

Outstanding Italian players could always perceive deeper tactical dimensions during a match.

Marco Lanna's forward forays were very sharp today.

However, Riva felt that this style might not necessarily win the favor of the national team. More importantly, were you truly prepared to compete with Paolo Maldini for a starting spot?

That youngster must have been blinded by continuous victories alongside his teammates, failing to realize what kind of monsters populated the national team.

Sampdoria's overall strength made their players look even more formidable than they actually were.

After the restart, Dunga charged straight into Sampdoria's half, still intending to man-mark Lu Deyang.

When Lu Deyang received the ball on the left flank, he immediately knocked it forward.

Suddenly shifting to a simple, crude, and direct offense caught Dunga slightly off guard.

By the time he recovered and gave chase, Lu Deyang had already dribbled away. Battistini and Volpečina rushed toward Lu Deyang almost simultaneously, whereupon Lu Deyang didn't even hesitate to flick the ball sideways with his instep.

Bang—

The ball traveled straight from the left wing to the right side of the penalty area. Celeste caught sight of Vialli out of the corner of his eye and nearly scared himself to death.

He turned too quickly and lost his center of gravity, scrambling back on all fours in an attempt to prevent Vialli from getting the ball.

However, being a step slow meant being perpetually slow. Vialli claimed the ball first, quickly drove to the byline, and delivered a cross. Unfortunately, the ball was too close to the goal and was smothered by Landucci.

Even though this attack failed to bear fruit, it still gave the Fiorentina players a cold sweat.

Unable to sit still any longer, Bruno Giorgi walked to the touchline and shouted, "Mark that number seven to the death! Treat him like he's from the Soviet Union! If you don't want to ruin a democratic Italy, you damn well better lock him down!!!"

It was too damn terrifying.

If you lost sight of him for even a second, he'd pull off a 40-meter cross-field switch.

This was really testing his cardiac endurance.

Previously, he had thought Baggio was the best player in the world, but after today, Baggio could only be considered one of the best players.

Yet not long after the match restarted, possession was lost again.

Battistini made a passing error in the attacking half, which was intercepted by Pari.

The ball bounced back toward the center circle.

Lu Deyang immediately accelerated toward the ball, leaving Dunga wanting to laugh out of sheer anger.

With him standing right there and Battistini close by as well, Lu Deyang was clearly not treating the two of them as human beings.

Dunga immediately chose to turn and give chase.

However, Battistini didn't accelerate at all, which made Dunga want to curse.

Damn it, Lu Deyang successfully secured the ball.

One body length, two body lengths.

Only then did Dunga realize how massive the speed difference between them truly was.

Earlier, when the opponent had speed, he had simply been toying with him using his technique.

At this point, Dunga had no time for further thoughts; he could only grit his teeth and pursue.

Even so, the distance between the two continued to widen.

Though his strides weren't exceptionally long, his stride frequency was blazing fast, his two long legs churning up and down while the ball remained glued to his boot as if attached by superglue.

Seeing this, Pioli chose to charge out immediately.

Running straight toward Lu Deyang, Pioli had already formulated a countermeasure: stretch out a leg immediately to force Lu Deyang to decelerate, then coordinate with his teammates to execute a tackle and defuse the crisis.

However, the moment he rushed up to Lu Deyang, the latter dipped his shoulder, shifted his body slightly to the right to instantly throw off Pioli's center of gravity, hooked the ball to the left with his right foot, and accelerated past him with ease.

He didn't waste even half a second.

Bruno Giorgi stood tense on the touchline, not even daring to breathe, staring fixedly at the pitch.

Lu Deyang had already dribbled the ball into the penalty area, but fortunately, three defenders had managed to track back into the box.

Slide tackle!

He didn't even have time to question his player's decision before he saw Lu Deyang evade the challenge.

Damn it!

Lu Deyang weaved through the penalty area, shaking off the defenders and the rushing goalkeeper with two consecutive drag-backs, nudged the ball to the left, accelerated to catch up, and swung his body to slide the ball directly into an empty net.

"Deyang!!!!"

"My God, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!!!!!!!!!"

"My God! Deyang, Deyang, Deyang, Goal!!!!! "

"My meager knowledge makes it impossible for me to explain the greatness of this goal, but what I want to say is that this isn't some battlefield for the best trequartista, but rather a war to save planet Earth!!!"

"The UFOs that landed at the Stadio Artemio Franchi decades ago were simply waiting for Deyang's performance!!!"