Direct shot at the goal!
But... Talista is in the way!
Teammates have form, they're not transparent.
It's like shooting games with friendly fire enabled, you can't shoot through your teammates.
But Lu Yang did just that.
At that moment, the high-definition cameras at the stadium captured the scene clearly, recording the football flying over the crouched Talista's head.
Almost grazing Talista's hair tips.
Not long after the ball flew by, a storm overturned Talista's fluffy hair, even revealing the roots of his hairpieces.
Poor Talista, like many readers, only twenty-six or seven, but already starting to bald.
Touch touch!
No doubt, if Talista was even a bit slower, he would have been hit on the head by that football.
Well done!
Since Lu Yang couldn't penetrate the Purple Lily players, he turned on his own teammates.
Truly a dog to the house!
Such a person deserves to be a team leader?
In an instant, Talista felt countless grievances.
