"Three more tis, just try three more tis and you'll make it, go Tang!" Tears were almost welling up in Dilata's eyes.
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"Ah, did that go in too?"
"Are these Sunderland losers really a Premier League team? They can't even avoid relegation in the Championship!"
Infuriated, C Luo raised a glass filled with orange juice high, ready to smash it onto the floor.
However, after hesitating montarily, he gently placed the glass down and then gulped down the ice-cold orange juice in one go.
Yet, even so, it was hard for him to suppress the restlessness and uneasiness in his heart.
Just 7 minutes into the second half, Tang Long once again broke through Sunderland's defense!
This ti, the main player in the attack wasn't Tang Long but Agüero. After deftly maneuvering past two defenders in the penalty area, he shot towards the far corner. The goalkeeper's desperate save deflected the shot, and just as everyone felt sorry for this missed play, Tang Long charged forward and blasted the ball from a tight angle into the near corner of the goal!
The part that confused C Luo was that there were a full three seconds from the goalkeeper's save to Tang Long's final shot, with the Sunderland players just watching motionlessly as though unaware of Tang Long's presence.
What C Luo didn't understand was that Sunderland's players weren't neglectful; Tang Long had already anticipated that Agüero's shot lacked power, likely to be stopped, and positioned himself behind the goal, anticipating the trajectory of the shot.
This side was precisely the weak spot in Sunderland's defense, allowing Tang Long to easily score the follow-up goal!
Once the goal went in, even the Manchester City DJ couldn't contain their excitent, starting to pump up the rhythm.
"The scorer, No.9, Tang!"
"Tang's goal count in the Premier League has risen to 55!"
"Just one goal away from Real Madrid's C Luo!"
"One more goal, and he'll win the European Golden Boot for this season!"
"Friends at the scene, all the Blue Moon fans, and those watching this match on television, start cheering, jumping, and clapping! Send all your encouragent and energy to our No.9 player!"
When the live European Golden Boot rankings appeared on the large screens at the Etihad Stadium and on televisions broadcasting the match, every fan's heart watching was in their mouth!
They eagerly anticipated whether Tang Long could score another goal!
Just one goal would ensure he shares the European Golden Boot with C Luo.
Since La Liga had already finished, no matter how talented C Luo was, his goal tally was permanently frozen, while Tang Long still had ti to alter his fate.
And when Tang Long scored his fourth goal of the match, an influx of fans started placing bets.
The betting companies had to quickly adjust the odds for Tang Long winning the European Golden Boot, updating them as follows.
C Luo 56 goals, 1:2.1
Tang Long 55 goals, 1:1.9!
Tang Long has successfully overtaken C Luo in the betting odds, and both fans and the betting company's analysts believe Tang Long stands a great chance to score again in the next 40 minutes or so!
At this mont, in the midst of the noisy crowd, even Gracie, who had been worrying about Tang Long's back injury from the sidelines, started cheering for him.
She was so petite that she stood on the dical kit with both feet to get a better view of the match, her sapphire blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.
This scene was captured by live broadcast caras, displayed on the two huge screens at the Etihad Stadium, drawing a burst of laughter from the audience!
On the stands, Dilata saw this too and instantly laughed, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting to Tang Long, who was sprinting six or seven ters away:
"See! Even the mayor's daughter is cheering for you! Hurry and score another one!"
anwhile.
In Spain, aside from C Luo, another legendary player was watching this match, the Argentine ssi.
Unlike C Luo, ssi watched the ga purely for amusent~
For Barcelona, this season was a hard-to-swallow empty-handed one; they lost to Real Madrid in the league, failed to advance beyond the Champions League group stage, were eliminated from the UEFA Europa League, and didn't reach the finals in the King's Cup. For ssi, it was indeed a disappointing season.
He watched the Manchester City vs. Sunderland clash purely as a fan, curious to see who would secure the European Golden Boot, C Luo or Tang Long.
ssi lay sprawled out on his bed, watching the TV in his bedroom, idly watching, and chatting in Barça's group chat at the sa ti.
"Hey, I'm watching the Manchester City vs. Sunderland match. So tell , who's going to get the European Golden Boot, C Luo or Tang?" ssi sent a ssage.
Busquets: "European Golden Boot? C Luo has already scored 56 goals, hasn't he? Topped Tang by quite a few."
ssi: "That's old news. Tang has already netted four goals, just one behind C Luo."
Iniesta: "??? Scored four goals in one ga? Wow, looks like it's going to be a coback."
Neymar: "That good? I'm at a bar party, didn't watch the match, haha. In that case, of course I'm rooting for Tang to take the Golden Boot. Just can't let C Luo get it, no way he's getting it!"
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