When it comes to psychological tactics, whoever is leading has the advantage.
Laveran is eagerly anticipating seeing Lu Yang receive a yellow card.
"What's wrong? Was that ball just scored by you?" Lu Yang looked at Laveran.
"I'm a center-back. If I'm scoring, you guys might as well give up early and go home!" Laveran's mouth is really sharp.
"Not being able to is simply not being able. There are plenty of scoring center-backs; you're just not one of them. Your team scored because Madeira is skilled; what's that got to do with you?" Lu Yang said. "Besides, I've already scored over your head. Is that satisfying?"
"Originally, I aimed that kick at your head, but it ended up off target, alas!"
"What the hell are you saying?" Laveran was provoked by Lu Yang again.
Lu Yang distinguished between Laveran's success and Portugal's success, striking at Laveran's weak spot.
