Tang Long's movement was incredibly awkward.
So much so that his entire body twisted in a half-spin in the air.
Then he fell awkwardly to the ground, colliding with the Genoa player who came flying in for a tackle.
"Sigh——"
All the Inter fans in the North Stand held their heads in despair!
They were originally hoping for a miracle.
Hoping that this unknown No. 99 youth team player could make a last-minute winner with a volley!
But the ball he kicked was high and floating.
It flew towards the sideline.
Even Mancini on the sidelines covered his face and knelt on the ground, extremely frustrated.
But just as the Genoa players were gasping with relief in their hearts.
Just when everyone thought this ridiculous shot was ridiculously going to fly towards the sideline.
Everyone thought the Genoa players could use this sideline ball to delay for half a minute and let the game time end like this—
A small blue and black figure, like lightning, suddenly emerged halfway!
He was not in the same rhythm as everyone else; he accelerated suddenly!
It's the right wingback Yuto Nagatomo!
He jumped into the air to intercept the ball!
His ample physical strength allowed him to still sprint 100 meters on the wing at the last moment, keeping his ball control technique intact.
"Damn it!"
With a heart rate of 150, Yuto Nagatomo didn't have time to think too much; his heart was pounding, and he almost instinctively rushed towards the Genoa penalty area!
The Genoa players only then woke up from their dream!
"Stop him, stop his pass!"
But all the reactions were too late!
Due to the sudden change in Inter's offensive rhythm, this wing attack caught Genoa off guard!
In a flash, the small Yuto Nagatomo had already inserted into the penalty area!
Bang!
Bang!
These two sounds.
The first sound was Yuto Nagatomo sweeping the ball into the small penalty area with his instep!
The second sound was Icardi receiving the ball with a push shot into the net!
"Ju-Ju-Ju——"
The ball was still spinning in the net and hadn't fallen yet when the referee's whistle sounded!
The match ended!
The large scoreboard at the Meazza Stadium emitted a "ding", and the numbers changed to 2-1!
Inter Milan achieved a last-second victory over their opponents in stoppage time!
Sixty thousand home fans were in a frenzy!
Rumble!
Rumble!
The Meazza erupted in a thunderous cheer like a landslide!
An earthquake!
"Icardi!"
"Icardi!"
"I-Car-di-di-di-di-di!!"
The Inter players pushed the Argentine striker who scored the winning goal to the ground.
Even Mancini on the sidelines ran with an airplane celebration gesture.
This last-minute win was truly satisfying!
And at this moment, Tang Long.
Was rubbing his thigh, struggling to get up from the ground, limping.
He lifted his pants to look, and there was already a bruise on the inside of his thigh.
This was the mark from the earlier collision with the opponent's tackle.
No one paid attention to him.
The Genoa players all collapsed to the ground, covering their faces.
Inter's teammates surrounded the Argentine who scored the winner.
Tang Long watched as Icardi was piled on the ground in an Arhat Heap.
He wanted to run over to celebrate together, but the pain in his thigh made it difficult for him to move.
He simply looked in Icardi's direction and gave a faint smile.
"Hey, are you okay?"
A deep voice behind him called out, and Tang Long turned around to see it was the sweat-drenched captain Ranocchia.
Ranocchia, on his way to Icardi, saw Tang Long painfully lying on the ground and didn't hesitate, turning back to check on the youth team rookie's injury.
"It's nothing, captain, just got hit in the thigh."
"Hmm! You're really lucky, kid. One wayward shot ended up perfectly landing at Yuto Nagatomo's feet, haha, twice now! You've been so lucky today!"
"Uh, no, captain, I was deliberately passing, not shooting."
"Hahaha, what are you pretending, kid? You think you can fool me? No worries, there'll be more chances in the future. Sometimes, having good luck is also a talent, it's only good, enjoy it!"
Ranocchia punched Tang Long's chest twice.
Then he ran off towards the group celebration, still shouting back to him:
"Join us!"
Tang Long chuckled, then lay back on the ground.
He felt a bit ridiculous!
And also extremely exhausted!
This was his Serie A debut.
Some unexpected twists and he found himself playing; it was truly unforeseen!
Honestly, given his current stamina, playing half a game in Serie A was already his limit.
Even though the Green Grass Wisdom Engine System provided him with a lot of preemptive analysis.
Guided by AI and large-scale data, Tang Long could anticipate situations faster than anyone else.
But his technical skill was still lacking!
Twice he delivered excellent passes, yet the power was either too strong, or his movements were extremely awkward.
To the point where his teammates misunderstood him.
They thought it was just good luck~
Tang Long's lonely back was a stark contrast to the other teammates celebrating together.
In the VIP box in the stands.
The Dutchman Sneijder and his friend were celebrating passionately!
With arms around each other's shoulders, singing and dancing!
"Ole, ole ole ole~
Ole ole, ole ole~"
This last-minute winner was so thrilling to watch!
Even if it was just a regular Serie A match.
But to come from behind to a last-minute victory.
The process was utterly exhilarating, absolutely delightful!
Sneijder placed his hands on the wide floor-to-ceiling glass.
Watching the Meazza Stadium turn into a sea of joy.
Watching the fans below the box waving their scarves at him.
Seeing some fans still wearing his No. 10 Inter Milan jersey from back in the day.
Sneijder's eyes began to water.
It was as if he had gone back to the summer of 2010, at the Bernabéu Stadium, winning the European treble with his teammates!
"Haha, cheers!"
Sneijder held up his wine glass and clinked it against the glass.
"Wesley, your old club really lucked out today," his friend said, "that No. 99, he's just a lucky kid, twice messing up the shots, and both accidents turned into key passes!"
"Especially that penultimate pass for the winner, it was hilarious," his friend chuckled, "a ball headed for the sideline turned into a perfect pass, really changed the game, so interesting!"
Sneijder turned, taking a sip of red wine.
"That pass completely caught Genoa off guard, a very nice pass."
Sneijder paused, then continued:
"This is what I was telling you about a change of rhythm, understand?
Yuto Nagatomo's cross was indeed accurate, but such straightforward passing lacks surprise, I don't like that. I prefer passes like that No. 99, that catch you off guard."
His friend smiled dismissively.
"Wesley, are you kidding, what right does that rookie have to compare with you! You're making intentional passes, he's making accidental ones!
You're strength, he's luck, he's just guessing, hahaha!"
Sneijder swirled his drink, finished it in one gulp, and placed the glass back on the table.
"How come I feel that these two kicks don't quite seem like accidents?"
His friend was startled and asked incredulously:
"Not guessing? Wesley, you mean to say, that No. 99 was intentionally passing?"