Those Manchester City fans who had been holding their breaths now finally released their inner excitent and joy completely.
They cheered and jumped, faces brimming with the joy of victory. Their cheers, like a powerful sound wave, instantly drowned out the sparse boos of the 2000 visiting Juventus fans, completely engulfing them in the ocean of the ho team's happiness.
Buffon stood dazedly in place, his gaze empty and bewildered, as if his soul had left his body.
He looked at the football that had already hit the net and then at the opponent celebrating frantically, his heart filled with disbelief.
He murmured to himself, "Huh? It's over already?"
When Tang Long took the penalty kick, even though Buffon made a series of dazzling deceptive moves, he intentionally stood still at the last mont to guard against Tang Long using a spoon kick again to humiliate him.
But he never expected that Tang Long's penalty kick would be so direct, so clean and decisive this ti.
No fake moves, no deception in his eyes, even at the mont of touching the ball, Tang Long's supporting foot and body posture clearly showed his intention to aim for the bottom left corner of the goal.
Buffon had been in the football world for many years, having participated in countless major matches, seen all sorts of scenarios, and considered himself experienced and insightful.
He always thought everything Tang Long did was just a prelude to confuse him, aiming to deceive him at the crucial mont as he stood in front of the goal line.
But he couldn't imagine that Tang Long would be so straightforward this ti, using only simple and direct moves.
Thinking how he thought, acting how his body showed, and the result appearing just as it did!
At this mont, a feeling of despair from a shattered belief pressed down on Buffon's heart like the weight of Mount Tai.
He felt his legs weaken, his knees buckle, and with a "thud," he slumped onto the ground.
His eyes were filled with disappointnt and frustration; his entire world collapsed at that mont.
Before the match, he and the top forwards in the team had spent countless hours and energy on penalty training.
With countless sweat shed at the twelve-yard mark, each save, each analysis, was all for the chance to defeat the opponent at such a critical mont.
Buffon thought he knew Tang Long thoroughly, had studied him inside out.
Though he was reluctant in his heart to face Tang Long directly at the penalty spot, once he was in that position, he firmly believed he had enough ability and experience to defeat Tang Long and avenge his previous losses.
But to his surprise, Tang Long was so direct this ti, without any flourish, triumphing purely with powerful strength!
This shot wasn't particularly tricky in its angle, and there was no jumping or pausing during the penalty, apart from the astounding power, it seed to have no other special advantage.
Yet it was this shot that Buffon watched helplessly as it flew past his hands into the goal, and he was powerless to stop it.
On the field, Dybala and Higuain, among others, witnessed all this and quietly focused their gaze on Buffon.
Dybala's face was full of confusion, his brow furrowed as he said in disbelief, "What happened to him today? This ball was a half-height shot with a not-so-tricky angle, given his ability, he should have been able to save it."
Higuain sighed helplessly and gently placed his hand on his Argentine compatriot's shoulder, "But he didn't save it in the end, did he? At this twelve-yard mark, he lost to Tang once again."
In the midst of his teammates' adulation, Tang Long glanced at Buffon from afar, thinking:
"This ti I'm not playing any tricks with you, just a straightforward kick, and you still can't defend!"
Juventus's psychological defense was completely shattered by Tang Long at this mont.
Tang Long had already scored twice in the first half, almost declaring the suspense of the match's outco had ended prematurely.
In the second half, Juventus's players seed like soulless puppets, playing listlessly without the fighting spirit they had in the first half.
They ran blindly on the field, their eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.
So stood on the field, but from their aimless movents and vacant eyes, it was clear they had no idea why they were there nor where to go next.
The match reached the 71st minute of the second half, when Tang Long received a precise pass from his teammate on the left wing.
Fleet-footed and graceful, he quickly started, taking the ball straight down the left!
Successfully bypassing several Juventus players' defenses, he executed a beautiful backward triangle pass near the baseline, accurately sending the ball to Agüero's feet in the penalty area.
Agüero grasped the opportunity and easily slotted the ball into the net!
3-0!
After completing this brilliant assist, Guardiola substituted Tang Long.
Tang Long slowly walked off the field to the thunderous cheers of the 60,000 fans.
While waving and clapping to express his heartfelt gratitude to the enthusiastic fans, he also directed his sharp gaze towards the 2000 Juventus expatriates in the corner.
Facing Juventus fans at ho?
This scenario hadn't happened to Tang Long for a long ti.
This wasn't the Italian arena, and he was no longer representing Inter Milan.
For a Premier League team and a Serie A team to et, they only have the chance at a European battle arena.
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