The perfect center forward: Becoming a soccer king from the corner of Chuanu Chapter 302

The match continued, and Switzerland, trailing by three goals, grew increasingly impatient, while Italy was getting better.

Towards the end of the first half, the away team had another long-range shot that went wide, and the Italian team immediately launched a quick counterattack.

With continuous forward passes, the retreating Lucia chose to pass wide and then surge forward. The already fragmented Swiss defense had no way to stop Italy’s sharp attack.

Spinazzola passed the ball back to Jorginho, who looked up to see Lucia and Immobile already stretching the formation in the box.

Facing such a good opportunity, the Europa League champion midfielder did not waste it. The Chelsea general directly scored with a long-range shot!!

“Goal!!!!”

“Another attack orchestrated by Lucia, Spinazzola passed on the wing, and Jorginho scored with a long-range shot to change the score. Italy 4:0 Switzerland!!”

“In the Europa League final at the end of May, Jorginho had a brilliant performance on the defensive end. Returning to the Italian national team, he clearly continued his excellent form. So far in the match, he has not only contributed 4 interceptions but also helped the team score a goal!”

Mancini on the sidelines was ecstatic. This was what he wanted to see. This Italian team was no longer a grinding team that was not weak against strong opponents and not strong against weak ones, but an invincible army that was unstoppable in attack and unbeatable in battle!!!

On the basis of traditional defense, they used a sharper offense to pierce the opponent’s defense. The offense centered around Lucia was simply like cheating in national team matches.

With a lack of defensive cohesion and no targeted defense, the Ballon d’Or winner faced such a situation completely effortlessly.

There was nothing they could do, Lucia came with his own system~~

This was the terrifying aspect of Italy’s signature false nine!!!

During injury time in the first half, the Italian team almost changed the score again. A loophole appeared in the Swiss defense, but this time Immobile failed to seize the opportunity.

In a one-on-one duel, Akanji completed a solo defense, and the Azzurri failed to kill the game in the first half.

In the second half, Mancini made two substitutions, bringing in the faster Chiesa Jr. and Bernardeschi to find their rhythm.

Italy, leading, played with ease on the field. Lucia frequently retreated to help the team get the ball out of the back. The scene shifted, and this time the Ballon d’Or winner directly flicked the incoming ball with the outside of his foot, stopping and going at the same time, completing a turn and starting to charge towards the goal.

The two new forces also charged fiercely towards the opponent’s half, plus Immobile, who was pulling Akanji, the Azzurri had a good opportunity of four against three in the front.

The huge threat of the Apennine tank forced the opponent to pay attention. They retreated while fighting, maintaining distance and not daring to act rashly to avoid being resolved in one encounter.

However, this alone was clearly not enough to limit Super Lucia’s performance. With a glance from the corner of his eye and a flick of his ankle, the ball accelerated and flew towards the rib area.

The gap between the two defenders was seized by Lucia, while Chiesa Jr. used his speed advantage to rush directly into the opponent’s penalty area from the outside.

One from left to right, one from right to left, the ball’s trajectory appeared precisely on Chiesa’s sprint path!

The young player, moving like lightning, did not think too much. The striker’s instinct immediately kicked in, and he unleashed a fierce shot at the ball!!

Bang!!

Unfortunately, after switching sides, San Siro’s goal frame became the best twelfth man. The ball hit the crossbar and bounced out, ruthlessly denying Chiesa Jr.’s goal.

Switzerland escaped a calamity, but unfortunately, the away team still did not bounce back in the subsequent time.

In the fiftieth minute of the match, the Azzurri launched a positional attack. Lucia made a fancy backheel pass in the middle, but unfortunately, Immobile’s follow-up shot was blocked by the opponent.

“It’s clear that the Italian team is playing quite relaxed!”

“Mancini has given Lucia full freedom, which allows us to appreciate the super striker’s attacking talent more comprehensively.”

“To be honest, Lucia’s progress is too fast. Every once in a while, he can always make up for his shortcomings, and at the end of this season, he has reached his peak!”

“Passing, shooting, set pieces, dribbling, poaching, headers, he excels at everything. Facing such an attacking player, I think Switzerland can’t stop him. They can only hope that Lucia’s attacking desire tonight isn’t too strong!!”

-[The commentator is such a fanboy, is Lu Ge invincible??]

-[It’s really possible for the national team. Italy’s defense is already solid, plus a fully evolved super striker, it really feels a bit unstoppable!]

-[I suggest Lu Ge do a urine test after the game. This guy’s condition must be that there’s not a drop of urine in his stimulants.]

-[Why isn’t Mancini substituting Lu Ge yet? They have to play the winner of Netherlands and England in four days!]

-[Don’t panic, these two are big chokers in finals, whoever comes is the same~]

-[And there’s a schedule advantage, Italy definitely has the timing and location on their side~~]

Four minutes later, the Swiss army continued to deploy millions of troops, but unfortunately, Shaqiri’s strong breakthrough failed to get past three defenders, and the ball was stolen by Chiellini.

Then a long pass accurately found Lucia, who easily brought the ball down and successfully nutmegged his opponent with a faster pace.

Fabian Schär was enraged and earned a yellow card for keeping Lucia on the spot. The Azzurri got a free kick opportunity.

“Right in front of the goal, about thirty-nine meters away, this is within Lucia’s shooting range.”

“Can Italy, leading by four goals, change the score again?”

“The Azzurri’s number 9 stands at the penalty spot, let’s see what he chooses to do!!”

Sommer stared intently at Lucia. The data he received from the team’s data analyst made the Swiss goalkeeper a bit conflicted.

The guy who only used to take free kicks directly had attempts at passing in previous games, which really added to his burden.

Adjusting the wall again and again, Sommer, who had already picked the ball out of the net four times, did not want to repeat the mistake.

The close-up shot again locked onto the super striker. His newly changed hairstyle was very fashionable, and combined with Lucia’s deep eyes, he could totally star in an idol drama.

His determined gaze locked forward, then he measured his run-up distance step by step.

…..

Inside a luxurious hotel in Turin, England players were gathered together watching this semi-final.

“Rashford, how did Lucia practice his set pieces?” Sancho asked curiously while eating cereal to replenish his energy.

“Extra practice during his free time, he has a large private training team, Declan also participated,” Rashford said while interacting with a hot girl on his phone.

“A very professional team, Lucia also invited Beckham’s former trainer. He is very willing to spend money on this, he even has several nutritionists,” Rice said seriously. Mr. Rice was already eager to meet the little captain in the final.

“Wow, how does the nutritional meal taste?”

Rice recalled his experience last summer and gave a thumbs up. With fixed amounts of fat, carbohydrates, and protein, the chef Lucia hired could always turn something ordinary into something magical.

“But back then last year, his free kicks weren’t as good as his long-range shots. It might be a quantitative change leading to a qualitative change, he’s become very strong this season!!” Rice looked at the TV with anticipation, wondering when he would also be able to develop a sharp free kick.

However, he wouldn’t have such a lengthy ritual. Rice, who watched Lucia still taking deep breaths, couldn’t help but complain inwardly.

Finally, Lucia, who had struck enough poses, began to move. He accelerated with small steps, and when he was one step away from the ball, his supporting foot accurately dug into the depressed turf. His right leg swung back like a taut bowstring.

With the instep of his right foot hitting the lower-middle part of the ball, his ankle rapidly pronated at the moment of contact, and his knee lifted slightly, successfully creating a reverse C-shaped arc.

After being struck, the ball’s axis of rotation tilted 30 degrees to the left, then began to move with exaggerated angular and linear velocities. When viewed from a distance, it seemed as if an invisible hand was twisting it into the air.

The black and white football initially appeared to fly towards the corner flag, but it suddenly dipped sharply after crossing the top of the wall. The out-spinning airflow tore through the night sky, as if a rainbow-like trajectory had been drawn in the air!

Zuber instinctively pulled his neck back in the wall. The wind pressure generated as the ball brushed past his hair lifted a strand of his blonde hair.

Sommer, who was tracking the ball’s movement, first shuffled sideways quickly on the goal line, which, however, led him into a deeper predicament.

Watching the ball’s bizarre trajectory, Sommer’s pupils contracted sharply. The flight path that should have gone towards the stands behind the goal suddenly collapsed strangely, and the violently spinning ball tore through the air resistance with a downward parabolic trajectory.

Undoubtedly, the absolute value of the quadratic coefficient of the parabola when the ball descended was definitely far greater than the absolute value of the quadratic coefficient when it ascended.

The steep arc and narrow opening made the trajectory of this free kick unpredictable!

After a brief silence, the big screen had already started replaying this spectacular shot~

Zuber’s blonde hair, tossed back as he overcame his inner fear and looked up, froze as the final backdrop before the net trembled.

As the ball tumbled into the net along the angle between the crossbar and the post, the deadly silence in the stands and the roar that exploded in the blue section split the turf with boiling cracks.

Xhaka stumbled half a step after landing, and when he looked back to see the net trembling, he clutched his head and knelt on the turf, as if his spine had been pulled out. The scoreboard changing from 4 to 5 became the last straw that broke this tough man!

Akanji knelt at the edge of the penalty area, his red socks covered in grass clippings, his knuckles deeply buried in his hair in frustration.

Fabian Schär looked up at the big screen, his inner torment making him constantly doubt himself, wondering if Switzerland would still have a chance if he hadn’t fouled just now!

Sommer, who had been beaten for the fifth time, still maintained his saving posture, his mind still replaying the ball’s entry point. Could anyone really make that save at that angle and speed??

“Goal!!!!!”

“Lucia’s hat-trick!!!”

“Italy 5:0 Switzerland, a massacre!!!”

“A perfect performance, tonight’s protagonist is definitely Manchester United’s divine striker, Lucia!!”

“He has been in the spotlight recently, leading Manchester United to an unbeaten league season, winning six titles, and successfully defending the Champions League, equaling Real Madrid’s record!”

“Debuting in the 2016- 17 season, he has consecutively won the Premier League Golden Boot and the European Golden Boot for three years, and in 2018, he even broke the annual goal record with 113 goals, dominating the world!”

“In addition, he has numerous dazzling honors such as the Premier League single-season goal record, the Champions League goal record, and the World Cup single-tournament goal record!!”

“Time and time again, accolades have proven that Lucia is the highest peak in this era, no, in the entire football world!!”

“Dear audience, let us witness the legend together, witness the coronation of the new king of football, and hope that Lucia not only becomes the highest peak but also the longest river!!”

-[The way he plays, “longest river” my ass. As he gets older and his physical abilities decline, he definitely won’t be popular for many years!]

-[The person above is too euphemistic. I’d say Lucia won’t be popular for more than three years!!]

-[Haters get out, Lu Ge is mighty, let’s win the first Nations League title and make history~]

-[Still hating in a friendly match, I’m really worried about your intelligence, you haters!!]

-[Hehe, we’re also World Cup champions, oh~]

-[Isn’t it just because he benefited from his nationality, being born in a football powerhouse like Italy? What’s so great about that!!]

Compared to the online war of words, the fans at San Siro were much simpler. Not only were Italian fans cheering for Lucia, but the Swiss fans, after their silence, also gave the Ballon d’Or winner a round of applause.

The broadcast camera showed Mancini on the sidelines, calling Belotti to warm up. The Italian coach walked with a spring in his step. He had to start his national team career well with a Nations League title!

Who was the next opponent?

The winner of England and Netherlands?

Very good, as long as they didn’t lose for 120 minutes, they would already secure the championship trophy…

On the other side, Petković turned and spread his palms to his assistant coach. Facing a superstar of this level and in this form, how else could they play this game??

Looking at Lucia, who was celebrating by taking off his shirt in the corner, the Swiss coach shook his head helplessly. One person was completely insufficient, two people struggled to support. How did this monster train himself to be like this!!

Lucia, who received a yellow card, was substituted by his teammates amidst the cheers of the Italian fans. At the end of the match, the Italian team added insult to injury with a counterattack, winning 6:0 against Switzerland and advancing to the first Nations League final.

The next day, on the bus to Turin’s Allianz Stadium, Rice looked at his good friend in the newspaper, his eyes sparkling.

“Milan shareholder dominates San Siro! Hat-trick + assist, Italy bloodbaths Switzerland 6- 0 to reach the final.”

“Unstoppable Lucia! Mancini praises: He makes opponents despair, Italy aims for Nations League title.”

“From tank to artist! Lucia performs as a perfect false nine, Swiss defense brutally dismantled.”

“ 0- 6 humiliating night! Petković: We lost to an alien!”

120 minutes later, England fans at the Allianz Stadium started causing trouble.

Although De Ligt desperately tried to avoid losing value, it wasn’t as bad as Stones’ attempt at the edge of the national team squad.

Using two mistakes from the Manchester City center-back, Depay scored two goals in extra time to kill the game.

The Netherlands advanced with a total score of 3:1 and would meet Italy at the Stadio Olimpico in Rome.

Mr. Rice’s wish to meet Lucia in the final was not fulfilled, and he could only look forward to their next encounter…