Real Madrid fired into Manchester City's penalty area, but they were always just a little short of scoring a goal.
As CR7's close-range shot flew wide, he shouted anxiously, "Ah, why!" and then angrily hopped on the spot.
Real Madrid teammates also sighed.
Alas, we were just a bit short!
Clearly, CR7 wanted too much to score; he gave it too much power, using the instep for a simple push shot.
Of course, there's another reason for CR7's dissatisfaction.
In this season's Champions League, he played all the matches and scored 23 goals!
This is already an unprecedented scoring record!
What's more, he is leading Tang Long by two goals; for this European Golden Boot, CR7 is full of confidence, "He won't have any chance!"
But CR7 is still eager to score!
"I want to score a hat-trick in the Champions League final! I want to score the 24th goal!"
The 32-year-old Portuguese superstar still maintains a good physical condition and is Zidane's first choice;
But even he knows well that players over 30 change year by year!
Will he be as strong next season as he is this season?
Even CR7 himself doesn't dare to guarantee.
Because of this, he must score more goals and create more records in his limited career, leaving behind an insurmountable monunt for future generations—for CR7, nothing is more painful than having soone break the records he set, whether it's ssi or Tang Long.
So when Tang Long's Champions League goals this season exceeded 17—the record he set in the 2013-2014 season—CR7 trembled all over and then exploded again, and the goals ca crashing in!
Seven minutes into the second half of extra ti, their possession rate reached 88%, with the ball firmly under their control, and on Manchester City's side, whenever they got the ball, they were firmly challenged, lines blocked, and interceptions made.
Several tis, central defender Kompany could only find no one in the backfield, hastily send a long ball, giving the ball to Real Madrid's half, then let out a long breath, thinking:
"That's good, dragging a minute is a minute!"
Football is round.
The balance of victory often changes subtly.
Real Madrid's prolonged attack instead gave Manchester City a chance.
A mont when Real Madrid slightly slowed their attacking rhythm, wanting to catch their breath, just-acquired substitution Morata's careless mistake startled the whole audience!
Maybe seeing the Manchester City players exhausted, Morata was complacent, and his return pass to Kroos was quite casual, the ball moved leisurely~
Quick as lightning, before long, a figure in a light blue jersey suddenly swept in and intercepted the ball!
"Tang Long!"
"Tang Long has made a steal!"
"His anticipation was very precise, intercepting Morata's return pass!"
"Kroos stretches a foot to block, Tang Long steps and spins—haha, Marseille Spin, beautiful, and he's past him!"
"Real Madrid players imdiately surrounded Tang Long, so what will he do now?"
Looking at Tang Long caught in the crowd.
Losing his patience, Kompany in the rear scread, "Stop sticking to the ball, clear it with one kick!"
Midfield teammate Mkhitaryan advised, "Draw a foul, protect the ball and draw a foul!"
Off the pitch, Guardiola was yelling too, but encompassed by the seventy-five thousand fans' roars, Tang Long couldn't hear the calls of his teammates, let alone people dozens of ters away.
Woo—woo—
Tang Long made a decision that, many years later, everyone recalling this match would find breathtaking.
This mont, in the luminous century-old history of football, can almost be regarded as one of the most dazzling monts!
Facing a rapid encircling clamp from four directions.
Tang Long put both feet one forward and one back, pinched the ball, and with his heel lifted the ball into the air; the ball soared in a parabola, leaping high over the heads of Morata, Casemiro, Marcelo, and Bell!
Morata exclaid, "Ah!"
Casemiro eyed wide, "Uh!"
Marcelo spun around in place, looking up, "Huh, where's the ball?"
Bell pointed at Tang Long, "Catch him, pull him down!!!"
While the four Real Madrid stars were spun around, Tang Long had already seized their mont of distraction, breaking free from the encirclent, like a crane, moving like a swift wind, tearing down four towering trees.
Bam bam bam—
Bam bam bam—
The road ahead is clear!
Tang Long carried the ball galloping all the way, charging towards Real Madrid's penalty area.
In front of him were two central defenders, Ramos and Varane.
Just as Tang Long pondered how to get past them, a call ca from the right side: "I'm here!"
It was Sane!
Sane sped swiftly, rushing up.
With brothers assisting, Tang Long feared the opponents even less.
Utilizing Sane's diagonal drive to draw away Varane, Tang Long suddenly faced Ramos directly!
4 ters, 3 ters, 2 ters, 1 ter, half a ter!
"Don't make a move, don't make a move; he's just enticing to make a move. I can't make a move!"
Lasty, the ball was almost touching Ramos' toe and the Spanish central defender couldn't hold back anymore, no longer retreating; he steeled himself directly and lunged in to clear the ball.
He made a move!
Tang Long was waiting for you to make this move!
A sound barely discernible—a subtle ball touch, Tang Long lightly tapped the ball, though his position was further from Ramos, and although he looked to lose control of the ball by dribbling too far, this last step he managed to touch the ball 0.05 seconds before Ramos, an ordinary action, slipping past the Spanish national team's championship central defender effortlessly!
"Lob, lob if there!"
Before Tang Long could shoot, Agüero, who was substituted, charged to the sidelines shouting—no—all the substitute players rushed to the sidelines; even the audience in the first few rows of the Cardiff Millennium Stadium grandstand crowded into the first row!
Whizz—
Sure enough, Tang Long gently chipped the ball over Navas.
But amazingly, this ti, not only did the ball go over, but the person too!
Navas, like a fierce tiger erging from the mountain, Tang Long—with ball—flew over his head!
Clouds darkened Navas's sky, he felt shrouded in shadow, a montary darkness under the lights, which beca the most unforgettable pain in his career.
Bang!
After landing facing the open goal, Tang Long pounded a powerful shot!
4 to 3!
Manchester City surpassed the score in the 115th minute!
The football deford the net with its impact, and at that instant, Tang Long viewed the football as an unyielding flamingo, breaking free from its cage, finally winning his freedom.
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