However, once Agüero was on the field, he didn’t score as quickly as he imagined.
After a 15-minute halfti break, Arsenal’s players regained so stamina and gradually cald down.
They understood that, even though many were dissatisfied with Wenger, voicing complaints;
If they were to don Arsenal’s jersey and get beaten badly by Manchester City at ho, it’d be disastrous for their personal interests.
The team’s declining performance would shrink their market value, affecting future contract renewals or transfers with unsatisfactory salaries.
Under Cazorla’s leadership in midfield, Arsenal began gaining montum.
At the 55th minute of the second half.
Cazorla delivered a precise through-pass to Welbeck on the left flank!
Welbeck feinted with a stride, evading Kolarov before sweeping the ball across the center.
Sanchez rushed towards the ball, feigning a shot but letting it pass between his legs at the last mont!
Behind him, the Spanish player Cazorla, known for his long shots, didn’t stop the ball and lobbed it, with Bravo unable to react, watching as the ball entered the top corner!
"Beautiful!" Wenger exclaid, unable to contain his joy.
to 3, the match is still on!
Live stream.
-[Wow, Arsenal is about to strike back!]
-[Haha, I told you 3-0 wasn’t stable, now the match is exciting!]
-[Arsenal’s montum is rising, whereas Manchester City, since Agüero’s entry, has yet to launch any threatening shots.]
-[Let’s have a grand reversal! It’s been a while since an Istanbul miracle happened!]
-[If Arsenal turns this around, it’ll be a miracle at the Emirates!]
Wenger was quite relieved by this goal, loosening his tie and exhaling gently.
The fluid collaboration between Welbeck, Sanchez, and Cazorla was sothing he hadn’t seen in the first half.
As the team trailed 0:3, Cazorla rewrote the score to 1:3.
While far from overturning the situation, this goal injected a strong dose of confidence, reminding Arsenal players: Manchester City isn’t unbeatable; their goal can be breached!
Watching his team concede again consecutively, Guardiola’s streak of clean sheets from the first four gas was long gone;
Guardiola also unburdened himself, preparing to fight Wenger head-on.
He thought, "The score of 1:3 is quite delicate for both sides, I need to eliminate this delicate situation as soon as possible!"
Guardiola called over Tang Long, who was warming up by the sidelines, whispered a few instructions into his ear, then the fourth official raised the substitution board.
Sterling off, Tang Long on!
At the mont of substitution, viewer numbers in LeSports’ live stream skyrocketed by 54.56%!
-[Here he cos, finally!]
-[It’s past 11 o’clock, I almost fell asleep, but with Tang Long coming on, I’m wide awake!]
-[If Tang Long doesn’t play, who would watch Manchester City’s ga anyway.]
-[With Agüero’s entry, Manchester City was scored against; let’s see what Tang Long brings to the field!]
-[I have a feeling the score will definitely change!]
-[Of course, both sides are going all out in attack, definitely a high-scoring ga in the end!]
Tang Long high-fived Sterling on the sidelines, ran onto the pitch, conveyed Guardiola’s tactics to Ranocchia and Gundogan, then gazed at the stands of Emirates Stadium.
Arsenal’s red-and-white flags were waving again, boos transford into cheers!
Tang Long thought, "Ha, want a coback? You’re the ones who decided to fight back, don’t bla if I go all out."
...
Tang Long quickly acclimatized to the match rhythm, constantly turning his head left and right, observing teammates’ and opponents’ movents.
At this mont, Manchester City launched an offensive.
The midfielders displayed a series of intricate passes, the ball moving like a nimble sprite beneath their feet, fully utilizing the pitch width, causing Arsenal players to scramble, exposing defensive gaps.
The cara focused on Gundogan.
He stably controlled the ball in midfield, surrounded quickly by Arsenal players forming an impenetrable human wall.
Gundogan remained composed, lightly tapping the ball with his toes, his gaze scanning the pitch like a hawk, missing no detail.
In an instant, just as Arsenal players were sure he’d make a routine pass, Gundogan abruptly twisted his body, shifting pace and accelerating through an opening!
Though the German midfielder wasn’t fast, this change in pace;
coupled with finding a gap in Arsenal’s midfield, caused the defenders to stumble and lose balance, reacting a beat too late, rely watching Gundogan’s back disappear in the distance.
Gundogan delivered a through-ball!
Agüero understood, sprinted forward with fierce determination,
in the blink of an eye reaching the baseline, the ball still rolling, nearly slipping past his toes.
At that mont, images of countless tactical drills from the board flashed in his mind, shouting loudly: "Cutback!"
He thought of making a cutback pass in a triangle to Gundogan, who was rushing forward, so he could take a powerful shot from the edge of the penalty area.
However, fate seed to play a little joke at that mont.
Gundogan’s pass had too much forward montum, and the ball, like a wild horse, sped rapidly towards the byline.
Agüero chased it at top speed, his body unable to fully twist under inertia. In a rush, he thought of the penalty arc, but his foot swept the ball toward the near post~
"Ah, I didn’t control it well!"
A sigh of regret escaped his lips.
But no one expected that from the mont Tang Long stepped onto the field, the AI system in his brain was constantly calculating data, generating various predictions.
He focused intently on Agüero’s every move, especially his body language when passing.
At the instant Agüero’s foot struck the ball, a voice flashed through Tang Long’s mind:
[The ball is going to the near post!]
Relying on his unparalleled prediction ability, he started a second early, sprinting towards the near post like an arrow leaving the bowstring!
His speed was astonishing, leaving deep footprints on the turf beneath his feet.
Koscielny also sensed the danger, his eyes widened as he hurried to extend his foot to block;
But his top speed was just over 80, already inferior to Tang Long, and without an early start, he could only watch helplessly as Tang Long ran further with no chance of catching up!
Tang Long reached the near post, t the incoming ball without any hesitation, and decisively took a quick shot.
"Bang!"
With this shot, the football, like a cannonball, whistled into the top corner of the goal.
Ospina couldn’t react in ti, and could only watch helplessly as the ball flew right over his head.
He instinctively raised both hands high, his save gesture looking much like a desperate sign of surrender, then he slowly knelt to the ground, his eyes filled with helplessness and unwillingness.
Agüero hurried over to Tang Long, exclaiming, "Great run, I knew you would go for the near post!"
"It’s in!"
"Tang Long scored right after coming on!"
"It’s been less than 30 seconds since he ca on, to be precise, it’s 28 seconds!"
His speech was so fast, as if trying to convey the excitent to every viewer in the shortest possible ti.
"I thought Agüero wanted to pass back to Gundogan, didn’t expect him to send it to the near post, that’s really odd!"
As he spoke, he waved the comntary script in his hand, his emotions growing more intense, his enthusiasm filling the comntary room.
"Agüero’s unexpected pass, and Tang Long’s crisp and decisive shot!"
Zhang Lu sat beside him, casually taking out a tissue to wipe the flecks of saliva on his face.
He smiled faintly, thinking about how easily excitable Zhan Jun still is, wondering what there is to be so surprised about.
Then, he calmly chuckled, "Not surprising, Agüero and Tang Long have clearly practiced this near-post combination in training, which is why they executed it so skillfully."
Just 28 seconds!
Tang Long’s first touch resulted in a goal!
Even the Arsenal fans at Emirates Stadium were shocked by this incredible speed and efficiency, a wave of silence fell, and the scene beca as quiet as a library, with only the sounds of Manchester City’s fans celebrating and the roars of the 2,000 traveling supporters audible.
Arsenal’s players looked dejected~
The hope ignited by pulling back a goal seed to be doused significantly by Tang Long’s goal.
They bowed their heads, their steps heavy, as if all strength had been drained from their bodies.
Wenger stood by the sidelines, his face full of helplessness and shock.
His eyes revealed a hint of confusion, as if he couldn’t believe what was happening before him.
He hadn’t expected Manchester City to strike Arsenal so heavily again so quickly after Tang Long ca on.
Professor Wenger unconsciously clenched his fists, then slowly released them, his heart a mix of emotions: "Why is it this Chinese guy again, last season, this season, every ti against Manchester City it’s like this, why him again!"
The score was now 4 to 1.
The ti ca to 65 minutes.
At this mont, Wenger looked lost, gazing up at the sky, struggling internally.
As the founder of possession football in England, facing Guardiola’s Manchester City, he was unwilling to admit defeat, wanting to continue attacking for another beautiful team goal like before with Welbeck, Sanchez, and Cazorla.
But from behind, the chants of "Wenger out" rose again, causing more internal conflict—once they attack, defensive gaps would certainly be exposed, and if the score widened further to 1-5 or even 1-6, ending with such a humiliating score, forcing him out might be a real possibility not just from the fans, but perhaps from the bosses sowhat...
As Wenger was discussing with his assistant coach whether to attack or defend.
In front of the penalty area, Tang Long saw Ranocchia’s pass, caught the incoming rolling ball, backpedaled and flicked, splitting the ball past the defender!
Koscielny once again failed to match Tang Long’s speed, unable to catch either the ball or the man, seeing Tang Long’s first step take him into the penalty area, and the second a powerful shot!
Whoosh!
The net trembled violently with the hit, making a low humming sound.
To the Arsenal players, this low sound was so piercing, constantly striking at their bewildered spirits...
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