I'm 1.9 meters tall and weigh 200 pounds, can I pull the hem?

By the time Liu Yang had run onto the field and taken his position, Newcastle finally completed their substitution after much hesitation.

Taking this opportunity, Liu Yang observed the situation on the field.

For Villa, Grealish is on the left wing, Gasteed, a tall striker standing at 1.93 meters, is in the center, and Jordan Ayew is on the right wing.

After Newcastle substituted Mitrovic, they switched to a five-man defense.

It's clear they're determined to hold onto their lead for the last few minutes.

He substituted the defensive midfielder Guy, but the current situation and the coach's instructions require him to participate in the attack, moving up to the position of attacking midfielder or even striker.

……

Newcastle took the throw-in, and after a series of passes, the ball reached Moussa Sissoko's feet.

Grealish tried to steal the ball back, but Sissoko was nearly 1.9 meters tall and weighed 90 kilograms.

Huge size difference.

Grealish was pushed aside by Sissoko, who accelerated.

Aston Villa seemed to be too eager to attack, and their formation was somewhat top-heavy, Sissoko thought.

Although they are in the lead, their opponents are now pressing too high, leaving their backcourt empty.

This is a good opportunity to fight back.

If they can score one more, it will completely kill the game.

Even if they lose possession, it won't be easy for Villa to rebuild their attack.

After replacing the center, I was already on the front line, and the defensive players piled up behind me provided enough room for error.

Clearly, his good friend Wijnaldum thought the same thing, as he was making a forward run while raising his hand in acknowledgment.

The other eight Newcastle players remained firmly in the backfield to defend.

Sissoko felt more at ease.

This kid who just came on as a substitute is trying to stop his dribbling advance... uh, kid?

Although the little brat in front of me had delicate features and looked a bit childish, he was a whole size bigger than me.

Is he the guy the coach mentioned before the game, the one who's only 19?

Sissoko used muscle memory to dribble the ball and change direction, trying to accelerate while using his body to block the ball.

Carrying players forward through midfield is a tactic he often uses as the core player of a relegation-threatened team.

I couldn't lift it.

"Damn, aren't minors supposed to not build muscle? How come this kid is so muscular?"

Sissoko was secretly surprised.

Such a confrontation would certainly not cause him, with his strong physique, to fall, but it would be enough to disrupt his control of the ball.

The ball at his feet was poked away.

Sissoko didn't have time to think too much and quickly turned back to defend.

"It's okay, we're still in the lead..."

……

"Why is there no one defending Villa's backline?"

"The land is now completely flat!"

"We're already behind, what's the difference between losing by one or two?"

"This old black guy is pretty fierce!"

"Haha, Brother Liu Yang is stronger than him!"

The young anchor started gesturing and cheering enthusiastically.

"Good for guarding against brothers, good for guarding against them!"

"Vera, attack quickly!"

"Pass the ball to Liu Yang!"

"Grealish played well in this game, especially with the ball."

"He's quite handsome!"

"Whoever it is, just let one in! I bought it on a low price!"

……

Grealish dribbled down the left flank.

It gets more and more annoying to carry around.

The opposing team kept sending two people to follow him, but they didn't try to steal the ball; one blocked the outside and the other blocked the inside.

There was absolutely no chance of breaking into the penalty area.

He tried to pass the ball into the penalty area, only to find it packed with players.

The tall striker, Gasteed, was constantly sandwiched between two players, like a hot dog sandwiched between two loaves of bread.

Left with no other option, Grealish had to pass the ball back to regroup and launch an attack.

The ball came to Liu Yang's feet as he returned to defend and counter-press.

The moment the cleats touched the ball, his body seemed to undergo a magical transformation.

It was like a soul, the soul of an archer, awakened.

A super shooter wearing black and white number 9.

Alan Shearer.

I stepped onto the grass of St. James' Park.

Liu Yang looked up at the goal.

It was about 35 meters away from me.

It seems... a bit far?

Imagine a teenage player taking his first long-range shot without any purpose.

The ball was kicked so fast it disappeared without a trace.

Losing possession of the ball wastes precious attacking opportunities with little time remaining.

Then he'll probably be benched for the next few games.

But that magical sense of awakening told me to shoot boldly.

Without further hesitation, Liu Yang took a step, swung his leg, and shot before the Newcastle players could pounce on him!

boom!

The power of the shot shocked even the pirate viewers in the East.

"Wow, they called from that far away?"

"My god, Liu Yang's kick is amazing! The ball is so fast I can barely see it!"

"Unfortunately, the angle is a bit too straight!"

"I think I heard a bang!"

……

Newcastle's goalkeeper, Robert Elliott, blocked the ball out of bounds.

I broke out in a cold sweat.

The angle of the ball was quite straight; he could have caught it.

But that shot was just too powerful!

As a precaution, he had no choice but to pass the ball out.

The force of the blow surprised even Liu Yang himself.

He then remembered that Shearer was also a top-tier striker in football.

Slamming the ball into the goal is one of his signature moves.

On the sidelines, Gard gave a thumbs-up to encourage his players on the field.

"Well done, Liu, it's okay!"

He knew very well that against an opponent who was packing up players and parking the bus in the final moments of the game, there were very few ways to score.

Alternatively, you can hope for a sudden burst of brilliance from a talented player.

Even for prodigies like Ronaldinho and Kaká back in the day, or the MSN trident with the best individual abilities in football today, they couldn't guarantee that they could directly tear apart the opponent's defense when all eleven players on the opposing team retreated to their own half.

Alternatively, try long-range shots when the opponent retreats too far.

This method also has a low success rate, but it has the potential to lead to a third solution for breaking down buses.

Set piece.

Liu Yang's long-range shot just now created at least one corner kick.

Garde waved his hand, signaling the players to all push forward and attack.

"There's no time to waste, just put everything on the pavement!"

On the other side, McLaren lost his composure and started waving his arms and yelling at the crowd.

"Hey, press harder! Don't give them any space to shoot!"

"Everyone back down! Defend this corner kick, the game is almost over!"

……

All ten of Villa's players on the field pressed forward.

Except for two or three shorter players who stayed at the edge of the penalty area and in the box, everyone else squeezed into the penalty area.

They wanted to seize the last opportunity to attack.

Newcastle's eleven players remained in their own half, determined to hold onto their lead until the end of the game.

Liu Yang stood out from the crowd in the restricted area.

Newcastle's two center-backs – Mbemba and Coloccini – are both just over 1.8 meters tall.

Of the eleven players on the field, only the goalkeeper is over 1.9 meters tall.

In addition to Liu Yang, Aston Villa also has a tall striker, Gasteed, who is 1.93 meters tall, and a center-back, Lescott, who is 1.9 meters tall.

Three players stood in the penalty area, and Newcastle's defenders tried hard to block their lower bodies, preventing them from jumping easily.

Corner flag area.

Grealish raised his right hand.

He then took two steps back, raised his leg, and swung his arm.

The moment the ball flew into the air, it seemed to slow down.

A sudden intuition welled up in Liu Yang's mind.

"Go to the back."

Liu Yang felt something was off.

Generally speaking, smaller players who are not good at heading the ball are usually lurking at the far post.

Judging from the ball's trajectory, when it flies to the near post or the middle, it's just the right position to head the ball.

Newcastle's overall height is also not outstanding.

If you give up your aerial advantage at the near post and go to the far post, the opposing goalkeeper might catch the ball before you do.

However... this should be the Schiller module exerting its power.

Shearer has scored 260 goals in the Premier League, and I haven't scored any yet.

I'll believe him then.

……

Slow motion ends.

Liu Yang gave the defender next to him a hard nudge, then turned and ran towards the back post in the opposite direction!

Gasted at the near post tried to jump for the header, but was blocked by the defender and couldn't jump, and the two fell to the ground together!

Lescott behind him was clearly distracted and failed to head the ball!

Goalkeeper Elliott was also surprised that all of these players had let the ball slip through their fingers, and he didn't even have time to catch it!

No one managed to reach it.

The football plummeted straight to the far post.

There, a tall and strong figure appeared!

……

Liu Yang never expected that the ball would actually fly to him.

That strange intuition in my head was correct.

Or rather, that's the anticipation and goal-scoring instinct of a top striker!

However, at this point, the ball was too high to be headed towards the goal.

Meanwhile, goalkeeper Elliott and two other Newcastle players were rushing frantically toward them!

Liu Yang didn't have time to think anymore.

We can only trust that great striker's module to enhance our own shooting ability.

A powerful volley!

boom!

Despite the extremely small angle, the ball accurately found that one and only path!

He slipped between two Newcastle players who rushed to block him, and just barely passed under Elliott's arm as he rushed over from the other side of the goal and raised his hand to try to save the shot!

It slammed hard into the inside of the far post!

It bounced into the goal!

The cheers at St. James' Park instantly dropped a notch.

Only the Aston Villa fans in the away section let out a long-awaited cheer!

……

Pirated live streaming room.

"Beautiful! It's Liu Yang again! He scored!"

The young anchor jumped up from her chair, turned her back to the camera, and started wiggling her hips.

While twisting, he raised both thumbs and pointed to the back of the Villa jersey he was wearing.

"91, Liu Yang."

The comment section was flooded with countless bullet comments.

"Awesome!"

"Liu Yang is awesome!"

"Scoring in his youth team debut, and also scoring in his senior team debut!"

"Thanks, Liu Yang, a draw and I'm in!"

……

Liu Yang was still in a daze after scoring the goal.

"I scored?"

"Scored in his debut?"

His body reacted much faster than he could, and his legs were already propelling him toward the sidelines in celebration.

When he came to his senses, Liu Yang realized that he had been running around without thinking about how to celebrate.

As if possessed, he raised his right arm and made a gesture that seemed like a normal greeting.

Newcastle fans, still frustrated by the last-minute equalizer, have now witnessed this.

This young upstart actually celebrated his goal at St. James' Park with the classic celebration of Alan Shearer, Newcastle's greatest striker in history?

They've been provoking me!

Tens of thousands of Newcastle fans at the home stadium unleashed a deafening chorus of boos!

In the live broadcast room, slow-motion replays of the goal and Liu Yang's celebration were still playing.

"That celebration... Alan Shearer!"

"Wow, Liu Yang, you're so arrogant, going all out at point-blank range!"

"Not only are their celebrations similar, but their goals are too!"

"Alan Shearer lost consciousness for 60 seconds at home"

"Fun fact: Alan Shearer didn't score that goal!"

"Oh my god, why didn't you say so earlier!"

"St. James' Park, welcome your king!"

……

The command area on the sidelines.

Gard let out a deep breath, his face showing a relieved expression.

He then turned around and excitedly hugged the teaching assistant.

On the other side, McLaren slammed his water bottle onto the grass.

Newcastle goalkeeper Elliott looked utterly dejected.

He and two defenders had blocked them to the limit.

But that kid's shot was extremely tricky.

And just like the previous long-range shots, it was powerful and extremely fast!

Just a little bit more...

We were so close to winning this game!

They are still direct competitors for survival!

This match could directly impact the relegation battle at the end of the season!

Meanwhile, Liu Yang realized the dissatisfaction of the Newcastle fans, so he wisely ran a little further and went to the away team's section.

Aston Villa fans naturally greeted their team's heroes with enthusiastic applause and cheers!

Grealish was the first to pounce.

"Good job, buddy. I told you I'd pass you the ball, right? You actually scored!"

Grealish excitedly jumped onto Liu Yang's back, and the rest of his teammates rushed over, surrounding Liu Yang in the middle.

This season, they have experienced too many failures.

Even a draw is quite precious.

……

Newcastle players kicked off in frustration from the center circle.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The referee blew the final whistle.

Aston Villa managed to take a point away from home.

As the match ended, Liu Yang heard the electronic voice broadcast in his mind.

"The game at St. James' Park has ended, and your special bond has expired."

"However, since you achieved the 'First Premier League Goal' milestone in this match, the modules you've already acquired will be upgraded!"

"Shot: 82.5 → 85!"

"Foot strength: 88 → 90!"

Off-the-ball movement: 81.4 → 83!