At this moment, Robben and Lu Yang, lying on the ground, exchanged a deep gaze, their minds filled with their own penalty shots.
He had once missed a chance to alter destiny for the France Team.
But God is fair.
This time, God returned all the decisive power to Robben.
"Robben is rushing in for the rebound!"
"Lam is pressing on his side, Chiavich is blocking the far corner, Robben's shooting space is very limited!"
"His contact with the ball is but a moment; in a flash, no one can know what choice he will make, not even himself!"
"Near corner! Robben is going for the near corner!"
"Lu Yang first dove to the left, pushing the ball towards Alpha."
"Lu Yang then dove to the right, saving Alpha's shot."
"Now Lu Yang is lying on the ground, propping himself up with his hands; he can't free his hands to save, and he can't move his fallen self to the right, he..."
