Chapter 1268 This Barça Is Very Real Madrid_3

That look on his face practically screamed at everyone: “See how badass I am?”

Don’t look!

Ah, screw that… badass!

The cheers and boos in the stadium erupted at the same time.

Barça’s fans were ridiculously hyped.

This was a last-minute killer goal in the eighty-eighth minute!

And the key thing is, it was this spectacular!

Who the hell would’ve thought you could score directly from a cross?

Meanwhile Sevilla’s fans were furiously losing their minds.

They were only a few minutes away from taking a point.

Just how damn lucky is Lu Yang supposed to be?

This goes in too?

Even on Barça’s bench, the teammates were all chattering about it.

“That was way too sick, right?”

“Lu’s luck is just… off the charts!”

“You think that was a mis-hit cross, or did he actually mean to shoot?”

“Should be a mishit cross, right?”

“Might really have been a shot. Look at how natural his celebration is; he doesn’t look surprised at all.”

“Hard to say. His mentality is so strong he could just treat an accident like it was all part of the plan.”

At this point Gudiola turned his head and said, “If you’ve watched the top 100 goals compilations from the past few years, or Lu Yang’s own top 100 goals, you’d know that Lu Yang has scored a similar one before.”

“The spot, the direction… even the intent, they’re all identical.”

“He was shooting just now!”

The Barça players all changed expression.

If that was a shot, then that kind of ability and vision is just broken.

An ordinary player having either one of those would already shine.

This is…

“Lu Yang has a top 100 goals compilation? He’s scored more than a hundred already?” One of the younger players couldn’t quite get it.

Gudiola nodded.

“Then he scored a lot in the youth academy.”

Gudiola pressed his lips and smiled. “Didn’t count his youth goals.”

“Huh?”

Gudiola: “Didn’t count youth goals! Before he even joined Barça, he’d already scored 230 goals. And this was his 241st.”

“Even if you only count his goals In Serie A, in the Champions League, UEFA Europa League, European Cup, and European Youth Championship, he’s already over a hundred!”

The Barça players all sucked in a cold breath.

On their own team… Mateo’s total career goals hadn’t even broken two hundred yet, right?

Previously the media predicted that if Mateo exploded this season, he might hit two hundred.

But most likely he’d reach his 200th goal in the first half of next season.

Lu Yang debuted a few years later than Mateo, and he’s already at 240?

After Lu Yang scored, Sevilla themselves grabbed the ball out and insisted on restarting quickly.

They still had a chance.

They wanted one last fight.

First minute of stoppage time.

Pirola and Clement closed in on the opposing striker together and won the ball.

Pirola passed to Ava, and Ava hoofed it long to Canisell on the far side, avoiding Sevilla’s ferocious counter-press.

Canisell played it out to Hernandez, and Hernandez, without even taking a touch, launched a Long Pass straight toward Mateo.

When they need to go fast, they can still go fast.

Mateo cut inside from the right, beat his man, then went straight down the flank instead of continuing inward.

Because the defender had his hand on him, tugging.

Even with the foul, Mateo was still being glued to.

If he drove forward, he’d go straight into the box; if the defender pulled again, all Mateo had to do was go down and it’s a penalty.

Sure enough, once he entered the box, the defender let go.

The Main Referee kept the whistle in his mouth and signaled advantage; he’d seen that foul just now.

Inside the box, Mateo no longer had room to keep cutting inside; the center-back had closed him down.

He pushed the ball almost all the way to the byline, then turned and feinted.

He found a gap and sent in a pass.

Sevilla’s center-back stuck out a leg to intercept, Blocking the passing lane for Mateo’s cutback.

When Barça players reach the byline around the edge of the box, they love the cutback.

Ortiz and Hernandez are often waiting eagerly in that spot, stepping up to smash long shots.

Even Burgos sometimes pops up there.

You could say Barça are one of the teams that squeeze every drop of threat out of the cutback.

However…

The ball didn’t take the cutback route.

Instead, it went straight through the center-back’s legs.

A lightning-fast square ball!

Almost perfectly parallel to the byline, and no more than two meters away!

If the keeper comes out, it’s easy to Breakout and clear this ball.

But with that speed, the keeper doesn’t really dare to rush it.

Even Sevilla’s defenders didn’t dare to casually Breakout; stick a leg out and you might just score an own goal.

While Sevilla were still wondering what to do—

A Red and Blue blur flashed out.

Shouldering another Sevilla center-back, he just poked out a toe.

The ball rocketed into the net!

3–1!

Barça kill off the game and end all suspense!

“Whoa! Another goal! And it’s Lu Yang again!”

“Barça score twice in four minutes! Lu Yang bags a brace to finish off Sevilla!”

“That nutmeg pass from Mateo was ridiculously good! His choice caught everyone off guard.”

“He actually gave up Barça’s trademark cutback and went for a direct square ball!”

“This barefaced way of threatening the goal is more like Real Madrid! Simple, direct, full of impact—just do it!”

“Beautiful!” After scoring, Lu Yang pointed at Mateo.

Mateo immediately pointed back at Lu Yang, the two of them ran together and celebrated with their teammates.

The match was over!

Gudiola stood on the touchline, deep in thought.

Today Barça’s style was nothing like Barça, especially after Mebarak went off in the second half.

They were even starting to look a bit like Real Madrid.

The star power of their players lit up the whole pitch.