This Juventus defender Bonucci usually doesn't pay attention to personal hygiene and doesn't trim his nails frequently.
His large hands, like the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, with a single scratch, made a big hole in Tang Long's sock, causing Tang Long to hiss in pain, thinking to himself:
"I need to get a rabies shot when I get back."
Tang Long stood at the penalty spot, bending over to rub the place where Bonucci had scratched him,
Bonucci, surprisingly, felt a strange sense of relief, thinking to himself: "Even though my reckless action gave them a penalty, the fact that I made this guy's leg hurt ans he will definitely be affected when taking the penalty. Buffon, oh Buffon, let's see if you can make a great save."
The cara shifted to Juventus's legendary goalkeeper Buffon.
At this mont, Buffon stood on the fateful goal line, his expression serious yet sowhat tense.
His hands waved up and down rapidly like flags in the wind, his feet continuously bouncing left and right as if equipped with springs.
Jumping to the left in one mont, to the right in the next;
Moreover, he twisted his robust body, his exaggerated movents resembling a clown performing energetically in a circus.
In fact, this was a strategy Buffon devised after long contemplation and study, specially prepared to confuse Tang Long.
He attempted, through this constant swaying posture, to interfere with Tang Long's vision at the mont of the kick, causing psychological fluctuation to affect the quality of the penalty.
While bouncing, Buffon shouted in Italian towards Tang Long: "Show what you've got, I've already studied you thoroughly, kid!"
However, behind what seed like boundless confidence, Buffon's heart was actually filled with anxiety.
Although before the match, he had conducted countless penalty-saving training sessions with star forwards like Higuain and Dybala, practicing almost every conceivable penalty scenario, deep down, he genuinely wished to avoid facing Tang Long standing at the penalty spot.
The night before the match, he tossed and turned in bed, silently praying in his heart: "Please don't let the team concede a penalty, and especially don't let Tang Long have a chance to stand before for a penalty."
He was well aware of Tang Long's prowess at the penalty spot, past encounters lood over him like a shadow.
But fate loves to tease!
Bonucci's reckless foul resulted in the outco he least wanted to see.
Buffon silently blad Bonucci in his heart: "This pig-headed teammate, the man was past him, he should've just let him shoot, the angle was so acute, the shot would have been very difficult. But no, he had to scratch the guy's sock. Now, lucky the referee didn't give a card; that would have been disastrous."
At this mont, Tang Long, with hands on hips, stood like a towering mountain at the penalty spot.
His gaze was firm and focused, entirely ignoring Buffon bouncing on the goal line, and instead, concentrating all his attention on the ball before him.
Buffon stood on the goal line, eyes locked tightly on Tang Long's every move.
Seeing Tang Long completely disregard his distractions made Buffon even more uneasy.
mories of past clashes with Tang Long at the penalty spot flashed rapidly through his mind like a movie.
Those unforgettable scenes, every detail crystal clear: the cunning look and perfect technique during a chip shot, the deceptive actions during eye feints, the unexpected rhythm change when the plant foot slipped during a shot...
These unique and threatening penalty techniques continuously battered Buffon's psychological defenses like raging tides.
To counter Tang Long, Buffon had put significant effort into daily training.
He and his teammates simulated various possible penalty scenarios, conducting drill after drill.
He even specifically sought out match videos of Tang Long taking penalties, studying them fra by fra, trying to find common patterns in Tang Long's penalty habits, run-up rhythm, and ball-touch mont, so he could make the right judgnt in crucial monts and successfully save Tang Long's penalty.
The whistle blows!
Tang Long paused for a whole three seconds, but these brief seconds seed to stretch infinitely long.
During these three seconds, the entire Etihad Stadium felt frozen, everyone holding their breath, fearing that any noise might disturb Tang Long.
anwhile, in a corner of the stands, around 2000 Juventus fans were howling like wild boars, "aah aah aah," incessantly shouting, trying to disturb Tang Long's concentration.
Moreover, soone took out a laser pointer, shining a green beam directly onto Tang Long's face, causing his face to flicker with green light.
Just as Tang Long was about to strike the ball, 0.5 seconds before contact, Buffon executed his final distraction.
He leaped swiftly to the left, raising his arm high as if to block the left side.
Yet, almost simultaneously, he quickly twisted his body and spread his arms to the right.
Everything he did was to cause a misjudgnt in Tang Long at this crucial mont!
With a loud "bang," Tang Long struck the ball fiercely with his powerful instep.
The ball, propelled by imnse force, roared through the air, piercing straight into the bottom left corner of the net!
The score turned 2:0!
The Etihad Stadium instantly erupted, with colossal cheers surging like turbulent waves, one after another!
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