"Uh..." The linesman was dumbfounded!
How did it suddenly turn upside down?
Sterling didn't dare to continue tangling with Vidal. Before he could get up, Sterling quickly made a nimble turn and slipped along the goal line into the penalty area.
- [Wow! Vidal got knocked flying?]
- [What's going on, was that a dive by Vidal?]
- [Hahaha, didn't you all see clearly, Sterling bumped Vidal away with his butt!]
- [Sterling is really sothing; his teeth can bite, his butt can bump—his whole body is a treasure, naturally made for soccer.]
- [Co on, Sterling!]
- [He's in the penalty area, don't shoot, pass it, Sterling!]
Sterling took a look at the situation in the penalty area and chose not to continue dribbling, but decisively kicked the ball across the penalty area.
This pass was extrely fast and powerful, throwing Bayern's defenders into disarray.
Tang Long showed off his ghostly positioning skills in the penalty area.
He first pretended to sprint forward, successfully fooling the closely marking Lahm.
Just when Lahm thought Tang Long was going to snatch the front post, Tang Long suddenly slamd on the brakes and pulled his body back hard!
Lahm, having just recovered from an injury, seed a bit sluggish. In his panic, he instinctively reached out and pulled Tang Long's jersey to prevent him from receiving the ball.
The pull caused Tang Long to lose his balance and fall to the ground.
The referee blew the whistle without hesitation, pointing to the penalty spot!
Bayern players were stunned, crowding around.
"Is that a penalty? Tang didn't even touch the ball, ref!"
"Sterling's pass was cleared by the goalkeeper!"
"He couldn't possibly touch the ball!"
The referee was very firm, gesturing for the Bayern players to step away.
"Lahm pulled Tang down; without the pull, Tang had a good chance of shooting the ball."
The referee had been observing Tang Long throughout the match.
Through observation, he found Tang Long's speed to be extrely fast, with an especially rapid start. In that move, his final step was indeed towards where the ball was rolling.
If it were any other player, the referee might not have awarded such a severe penalty for this kind of off-the-ball pulling;
but it was Tang Long charging towards the ball, and the referee believed that without Lahm's pull, Tang Long could have had a shot, and that was his logic.
Lahm lifted his jersey over his head, looking up to the sky with a long sigh.
"Sigh!"
This sigh symbolized the helplessness of a hero in decline.
He was already 33 years old, just recovering from a month-long thigh injury.
No matter how he defended, he couldn't keep up with Tang Long's steps!
Ti waits for no one.
Lahm from 1983 had already played against Tang Long from 1996 over a round more.
So grow old, but there are always those in their pri!
The Etihad Stadium instantly erupted, Manchester City fans cheering joyfully, convinced that Tang Long would score the penalty.
Tang Long got up from the ground, high-fived Sterling, who patted the dirt off Tang Long's body, "Everything you've taught , I've rembered!"
Tang Long stood at the penalty spot, took a deep breath, eyes fixed on the goal, quickly going through Neuer's saving habits and possible directions in his mind.
Run-up, kick, a powerful shot!
Down the middle!
Shooting straight down the middle!
Neuer thought Tang Long would go for a tricky corner, how could he anticipate a shot down the middle?
If he had stood still, he could have just lifted the ball out with both hands, but he dove to the left, left to watch helplessly as the ball went straight into the net.
Splat~
The ball rebounding from the net happened to bounce onto Neuer's head.
"Tang!"
"Tang!"
"Tang! City Tang!"
The whole stadium chanted his na. Tang Long's goal once again put Manchester City in the lead, 2-1!
The Etihad Stadium beca a sea of joy once more.
Manchester City players rushed towards Tang Long, hugging him in celebration, with Tang Long in the center of his teammates, a confident smile on his face.
No matter what, Bayern must not take the three points!
In the midst of his teammates, Tang Long glanced towards the substitutes' bench.
On Manchester City's side, Guardiola and Chiwo were hugging in celebration, while on Bayern's side, everyone was dejected.
The angriest was Ancelotti, his face dark, his body trembling with rage!
Alaba couldn't do it, so I replaced him with Lahm, who should be able to do it, right?
No, still not enough!
In the starry sky of Manchester, Tang Long was the brightest star, unstoppable in his radiant shine!
Both teams made tactical adjustnts, but the score didn't change again.
In the end, the first leg of the Champions League round of 16 saw Manchester City win 2-1 against visiting Bayern at ho, taking the advantage in the two-legged tie.
At the post-match press conference, a reluctant Ancelotti said:
"I'm quite satisfied with the 1-2 score; we got an away goal, which gives us the confidence to make a coback at the Allianz!"
(There was an operational error just now, finishing two chapters but accidentally posting the second one first, VIP chapters can't be deleted, so I can only add the first chapter at the beginning of this one. You can refresh, the total word count should be 4775 words, starting with "Lahm just...")
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