This year's temperature rise in the United Kingdom is exceptionally swift.
From the southern coasts to the northern highlands, the heatwave rampages through the British Isles like an invisible beast, with temperatures in many regions breaking the 30-degree barrier.
teorological data shows that the range and intensity of this heat have shattered several records from the past fifty years, catching the British, accustod to mild climates, unprepared.
By late May, Manchester had beco a major disaster zone under the heatwave's assault.
The blazing sun hangs high in the sky, relentlessly scorching the earth, with the highest temperature soaring to 33 degrees.
For a city renowned for its cool climate, such heat is tantamount to a "climate disaster."
You know, the UK has a typical temperate mariti climate, where temperatures usually stabilize around ten to twenty degrees year-round. Cool sumrs and mild winters are its significant features.
Therefore, most buildings in the UK were not designed with air conditioning as a necessary facility.
The UK teorological Office is on high alert, urgently issuing a red heat warning, advising the public to reduce outdoor activities and take asures against heatstroke and cooling.
Under the sustained impact of this heatwave, the streets and alleys of the UK have seemingly hit the pause button.
Normally bustling high streets see few pedestrians;
Parks, squares, and other public places are sparsely populated.
Besides those who must hustle at work or sell to make a living, most choose to stay indoors, escaping the harsh sun.
At this mont, Dilata drives her iconic Mini Cooper slowly into Tang Long's yard.
As Dilata pushes open the door, a refreshing breeze greets her, instantly dispelling much of the heat she carried.
Tang Long, smiling, has been waiting for a long ti; he casually hands over a glass of iced water.
Taking the cup, Dilata throws back several gulps. The cool liquid slides down her throat, refreshing her imnsely, making her feel rejuvenated as if her entire fatigue evaporates with that sip of iced water.
"How's it going? The final round is about to start. Are you ready?" Dilata places down the cup, gently asking Tang Long.
Though the weather is hot, her voice is as gentle as a spring breeze.
Though the words seem simple and casual, they carry dual aning.
From the league's perspective, the first layer is self-evident: the season's journey is finally drawing to a close.
The league's 38 rounds are a long, grueling marathon for every team and player.
Throughout these months-long matches, they faced countless challenges and trials, savoring the joy of victory and tasting the bitterness of defeat.
Finally approaching the finish line, even though Manchester City had secured the Premier League title three rounds earlier by defeating Chelsea, according to football tradition and sportsmanship, they still must strive to finish the final stretch, giving the season a complete and satisfying conclusion.
But Dilata hopes to convey more on the second layer—Tang Long and C Luo's much-discussed rivalry for the European Golden Boot!
In today's football world, the European Golden Boot Award is undoubtedly one of the highest accolades for a forward player's scoring ability, representing the top-scoring player in Europe's five major leagues.
Currently, Tang Long's performance in the Premier League is extraordinary. With his outstanding play, he's already scored 51 goals, leading the scorer's chart, leaving formidable competitors like Agüero and Kane far behind, having already locked down the Premier League Golden Boot honors.
However, Dilata knows that for the ambitious Tang Long, his goal is to compete with C Luo for the esteed European Golden Boot honor, to see who is the top scorer among the five major leagues!
Yet the current situation does not look optimistic.
In the previous match, C Luo scored a hat-trick, raising his league goals to a staggering 56, leading Tang Long by a full 5 goals.
Though Dilata, in her personal column at Sky Sports, unwaveringly supports Tang Long as his staunchest fan, publicly professing her certainty that Tang Long can achieve a scoring reversal in the final round.
But at this mont, within this vast house, it's only her and Tang Long, and a bit of concern creeps into Dilata's heart.
She knows well: scoring five goals in a single match is a considerable challenge.
Her gaze carries a trace of concern she can't conceal, unsure if the young Chinese boy before her can pull off the miraculous reversal of scoring five goals.
Nonetheless, as a seasoned reporter, Dilata possesses a keen professional sense.
Using her experience and deep understanding of football, she realizes that if Tang Long completes this seemingly impossible task, it would beco a historic turnaround in football's tiline, comparable to the 2005 Istanbul night — Liverpool's thrilling coback against AC Milan in the Champions League final!
In that match, Liverpool, 0-3 behind at half-ti, surged in the second half to eventually claim victory through a penalty shoot-out, marking a classic coback in football history.
Therefore, despite the pressing ti and heavy workload, Dilata insists on sticking to her pre-match interview appointnt with Tang Long.
She is fully aware that if she can preserve the video's complete content from this interview, should Tang Long indeed succeed in turning the tables, this footage would beco an invaluable, highly significant piece of football history, witnessing the birth of a legend, and later becoming a popular topic among fans!
As Dilata focuses intently on the cara stand, Tang Long glances at her inadvertently.
That glance fixes his gaze.
With the sweltering weather outside, Dilata is dressed particularly lightly.
She wears nothing underneath, simply donning a tight black strap top.
This top clings closely to her body, accentuating her curves vividly.
At this mont, Dilata is bent over, completely absorbed in adjusting the stand while Tang Long sits on the sofa, without needing to stand, can clearly see her chest's two round, snowy mounds, moving up and down with her motions, like tumultuous waves, creating a strong visual impact, leading one to unavoidably fixate their gaze.
As for Dilata's lower half, she has opted for more fabric, wearing tight jeans not choosing a short skirt or shorts.
These jeans also sculpt tightly around her legs, highlighting her long, straight legs more prominently.
Especially in the hips, where the fabric's snug fit clearly outlines that rounded, full curve.
It's said that the charisma of blonde won in Europe and Arica doesn't lie in the chest, but in the hips. When Dilata squatted down, her hips were noticeably wider than her shoulders, those beautiful peach-shaped curves seed like a masterpiece crafted by God, exuding a unique sensual charm.
Tang Long looked at this picturesque scene before him and couldn't help but compare Dilata with Manchester City's team doctor Gracie in his mind.
He thought, "It's simply a perfect fra. Dilata's looks might not be as delicate and petite as Gracie's, but when it cos to body shape, it's a knockout."
Perhaps because the movent of adjusting the fra was too vigorous, as Dilata was pulling a piece of the fra, one of the straps on her shoulder inadvertently slipped from her straight shoulders, dangling on her arm~
This mont was simply a sudden revelation of spring.
The towering summit finally shed the shadow of darkness, suddenly brightened by the sunlight.
However, due to her intense focus on her work, Dilata didn't imdiately notice and continued engrossed in her tasks.
Generally speaking, for a reporter of her caliber, going out for an interview always involves a dedicated photographer.
However, since Tang Long preferred privacy, he exclusively granted authorization only to Dilata.
For confidentiality reasons, Dilata always ca to Tang Long's house alone, even carrying the cara herself.
"Hey, your clothes have slipped," Tang Long said softly, staring at Dilata's chest.
Upon hearing the voice, Dilata instinctively glanced at her chest, only to discover the strap had slipped.
She nimbly pulled the strap back onto her shoulder, smiled apologetically at Tang Long, and got up to continue adjusting the cara's settings.
Even though the air conditioning was cool in Tang Long's house, after this series of operations, Dilata was still hot and sweaty.
She planned to tie up her long blonde hair with a hair tie to cool down, but she couldn't find the hair band that she had on her wrist.
"Have you seen my hair band? It was just in my hand," Dilata asked.
"I didn't see it, check around, maybe it fell on the floor," Tang Long replied.
Dilata felt a surge of frustration.
She had already delayed more ti, and now at this critical mont, the hair band was missing.
After finishing the interview, she still needed to rush back to edit, and she had work at the Etihad Stadium tomorrow, with so many tasks she felt overwheld.
Disregarding her image, she knelt on the floor to search for the hair band.
Finally, as she bent over, Dilata chuckled.
It turned out she had found the hair band had fallen under the sofa.
She lay on the floor, reaching under the sofa to retrieve the hair band, quickly tying up her long hair.
Just as she was about to get up, she realized Tang Long had unbeknownst to her, sat in front of her.
When Dilata looked up, she found Tang Long still watching her, her face instantly reddened, she shyly smiled and was about to get up to avoid him, but Tang Long's big hand firmly pressed on her shoulder.
"Are you ready?" Tang Long's eyes held a hint of amusent.
Dilata thought Tang Long was asking if she was ready for the interview, and she felt a rush of apology, softly saying, "I'm really sorry, I'm ready, big star, sorry for making you wait, we'll start right away."
Four hours later.
When Dilata returned to her car.
She weakly held onto the steering wheel, teasingly said to Tang Long outside the car window, "You rascal, for every ti you score a few goals, that's what you promised. If tomorrow you don't score 6 goals for , if it's even one less, I won't let you get away with it, dear brother of mine.
...
The next day.
Etihad Stadium.
62,000 Manchester City fans surged into the stadium like a tide, filling every seat to the brim.
It's said that even half of the guest team Sunderland's tickets were sold at a high price to Manchester City fans because these people were eager to witness the team's last ga of the season at ho!
They still held a sliver of anticipation, wanting to see if Tang Long could overturn C Luo's lead in goals in the final round, even though the hope was very slim.
Still, a small group of Manchester City fans firmly believed that the word 'miracle' was tailor-made for Manchester City and Tang Long!
"The last ho ga."
Tang Long walked into the stadium while silently reciting in his heart, his eyes filled with determination and resolution.
When he thought of this phrase, the DJ at the scene also started announcing his na!
"Number 9, Tang!"
Thunderous applause and cheers rang in his ears like a storm, he gazed around, a surge of heroism and aspiration rose in his heart.
Tang Long stood at the center circle, the ball at his feet, his eyes tightly fixed on the goal ahead, that was his target, his mission.
He had only one thought in his heart, and that was to score, keep scoring, for his own honor, for Manchester City's glory, and for the bet with Dilata.
"Ju——"
The match began!
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