"Is the match over?" Lu Yang looked at his teammates.

No one answered.

"I ask, is the damn match over?" Lu Yang swept his gaze across his teammates.

Only then did everyone calm down, even though many felt the match was already over.

No goalkeeper left!

Nine against eleven!

How to play?

"Not yet," Morici, the golden supporting character, spoke up, afraid Lu Yang would feel awkward otherwise.

"Alright, now let’s return to the positions we should be in," Lu Yang said, then he fiercely looked at Zidane, "Tell your people to get the hell out of here if you want this match to continue!"

Zidane awkwardly signaled his teammates to disperse; if they continued like this, the cancellation of the match would be an international joke.

This is the European Cup held in France!

If such an incident occurred, they would make France a laughingstock!

Besides... that offside goal had already filled the match with controversy.

Now the Italy Team lost a penalty, got two main players sent off; France Team had gotten all the advantages they could get, continuing to cause trouble wouldn’t improve the situation.

"Remember your decision, you must sincerely apologize to the Italy Team after the match! But we will not accept your apology!" Lu Yang said to the main referee.

The main referee instinctively wanted to show a yellow card.

Someone threatened and intimidated the main referee!

But he held back.

He can’t issue another card to the Italy Team.

Moreover, Lu Yang was controlling the scene.

Just treat Lu Yang as if he was helping himself.

The main referee was about to cry.

After this match, he didn’t know when he could next officiate again.

Mistakes in offside goal decisions are common, but leading to such severe consequences was incredibly rare, and he as the officiator would have to bear the main responsibility for the upheaval of this match.

On the green field, Lu Yang helped Bernulin up and gave him a hug: "Nicely done, this is much better than letting Robben score directly."

Bernulin looked at Lu Yang in confusion.

Are you sure?

"I’m the sinner!" Bernulin said sadly, tears streaming down again.

"His shooting goal rate today is only twenty-five percent, but his shooting goal rate inside the box is one hundred percent!" Lu Yang said, "In this European Cup, his shooting goal rate inside the box is a staggering eighty percent!"

"That’s several percentage points higher than the average penalty goal rate! You made the right defensive choice, you shouldn’t be a sinner, and I won’t allow you to be one!"

"Trust me!"

With that, Lu Yang walked towards Audi.

"Sorry, I was too impulsive, I..." Audi didn’t know what to say.

Honestly, the moment he erupted, the only thing he was thinking was just... let it all be destroyed!

Let everything be destroyed!

It’s frustrating!

The De Laurant Cup that was in hand, now...

He really couldn’t withstand such a blow.

Today’s encounters had proven that if they were equalized again, the Italy Team’s morale would really be drained completely.

It’s like the heavens want to destroy the Italy Team.

Who has a solution?

By the sidelines.

Maniero’s face was devoid of expression.

When Italy Team was penalized with a penalty, he was very angry.

When Bernulin received a red card, he was pained but not surprised.

Until Audi got a red card, Maniero instead became calm.

"If Chiavich were the goalkeeper... no, his reaction ability isn’t top tier," Maniero held a notebook, speaking while quickly writing something, "Praxedes could be, he’s very familiar with the defense, his reaction is top-tier, and he has decent height. Plus, he once played as a goalkeeper in AC Milan’s fun matches with fans."

"Perrotta can’t, he’s already exhausted."

"Candreva is too short."

"Lam could be considered, but he has no goalkeeper experience."

"It seems Lu Yang once substituted as a goalkeeper, he could as well, but he’s too young and might not be able to handle Robben."

Sogel watched Maniero remain composed and couldn’t help but feel admiration.

As expected of Italy’s brain, even in such times, everything was still orderly.

It seemed like no unexpected adversity could topple him.

Sogel was sincerely impressed, then he peeked at Maniero’s notebook and was dumbfounded.

He thought Maniero wrote player data or something, but it was filled with... "fixed game," "damn it," "f*ck," "garbage UEFA," "idiot main referee," "blind linesman," "shitty match," "shameless," "long live Zu’an" and other words.

Clearly, even this brain was messed up at this moment.

This match, whatever will be will be.

The match time had already reached the 119th minute of overtime.

This conflict had lasted for quite a while, but in the end, it returned to normal.

Unsurprisingly, the overtime was estimated to have over five minutes of extra time.

The commentator finally had the energy to gradually resume his commentary: "Okay, the order of the match has been restored, what just happened was too unexpected, I think we’re all still struggling to fully comprehend what exactly happened."

"Bernulin committed a foul inside the box and was red-carded, giving France Team a penalty. Audi protested too vehemently and received a second yellow card, which turned into a red, also getting sent off."

"Now the Italy Team has only nine players on the field. The problem is... they don’t have a goalkeeper!"

"Robben is already holding the ball at the penalty spot, he’s going to take the penalty. We know France Team’s first penalty taker is Zidane, but if Robben requests it, Zidane wouldn’t refuse, considering how exceptionally Robben has performed today."