novelraw Chapter 854 594: He’s Not Playing Soccer, He’s Destroying C Luo’s Golden Boot Dream! The Portuguese’s Hands Are Trembling!
Chapter 854 594: He’s Not Playing Soccer, He’s Destroying C Luo’s Golden Boot Dream! The Portuguese’s Hands Are Trembling!
The Iberian Peninsula, moonlight penetrates the floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxurious Madrid villa, casting mottled shadows on the marble floor.
C Luo half reclines on the expensive sofa, hands anxiously gripping the remote control, knuckles pale.
On the TV screen, the Manchester Etihad Stadium is shrouded in a misty rain.
It's raining in Manchester tonight.
The roar of sixty thousand fans like raging waves, mixed with rain, crashes into every corner—Premier League's final round, Manchester City vs Sunderland, erupts into a fierce spark.
This Portuguese superstar's eyes are sharp, firmly locking onto Tang Long's figure.
He knows well that every goal in this match will affect the outcome of the European Golden Boot.
The European Golden Boot is not only a symbol of personal glory but also the highest accolade for top strikers in world football.
Countless days and nights of hard training, countless matches of relentless struggle, C Luo aims to grasp this glory tightly!
Now, Tang Long's rise, like a surprise challenger, threatens his absolute dominance over the Golden Boot.
"The European Golden Boot belongs to just one person, only one person can become the best striker in the world, and that person is me! Absolutely no one else can share this honor with me!" C Luo suddenly stands up, speaking softly to the TV screen, with his deep eyes burning.
His thoughts instantly shift back to past seasons, those moments of single-handedly turning the tide, those decisive moments killing off the opponent at key times, every image vividly appearing in his mind.
How can he tolerate his glory being divided by others, how can he accept sharing this ultimate honor with anyone else?
Inside the Etihad Stadium.
Sunderland's players never expected, just ten minutes into the first half, they would fall into the predicament of trailing by two goals.
"Guys, it's the last game, no pressure, show our spirit and let them see Sunderland's strength!" Sunderland's coach's shout penetrates the rain.
The players begin to push forward boldly, trying to equalize.
Midfielders constantly interleave their movements, searching for offensive opportunities;
Forwards are prowling at the edge of the opponent's penalty area, waiting for their teammates' passes.
And all of this plays right into Manchester City's hands!
Guardiola stands by the sidelines, his black suit impeccable, arms crossed, a slight smile on his lips, a hint of cunning in his eyes.
Under his meticulous guidance, Manchester City's passing and control tactics have reached perfection.
But he knows, facing Premier League-level opponents' dense defensive formations, easily breaking through the defense is no simple task.
Now the opponents are pressing forward, and gaps will inevitably appear in the defense, this is the perfect opportunity for Manchester City's attack!
In the 28th minute of the match.
Gundogan receives a teammate's pass in the midfield, slightly bends his knees, half turns his body, his eyes scanning the pitch like radar.
In that flash of lightning, he glimpses Navas speeding up on the right wing.
Opportunities are fleeting, leaving no room for hesitation!
Gundogan doesn't have time to adjust to his preferred right foot, but directly uses his left foot, sending a beautiful curve ball accurately to Navas.
Sunderland's defender desperately pursues, raising his hand to signal offside.
But the linesman is firm, unwavering, for he sees clearly, it's not offside!
The turf of the Etihad Stadium shines with a dark blue glow under the pouring rain.
The Spanish winger slightly bends his knees.
When the football touches his thigh, it's as if someone pressed the pause button, the spinning momentum quietly dissipated under his perfect ball control.
This move seems easy and effortless, but actually, it embodies twenty years of consistent training— from hometown streets and alleys to Manchester's multimillion-dollar training base, every touch perfected through countless practice.
Navas's pupils rapidly contract, scanning the field like high-speed radar.
He sees Tang Long still five meters outside the penalty arc, Sunderland's defense line rushing towards that direction like a wave.
In that electric moment, he makes a decision starkly different from the previous attack—a gentle right-footed drag, pushing the ball diagonally backward to the awaiting Diego.
This decision not only reveals his broad vision of the game but also strikes a brilliant move in the chess game.
Diego receives the ball and Sunderland's mid-field trio simultaneously heave a sigh of relief.
They predict Manchester City will enter a brief possession rhythm, preparing to reorganize their defense line.
But Diego accelerates again!
The AI system's alert sounds in the ear, showing Agüero has already found the perfect position at the center.
But Tang Long's eyes are firmly focused on the airborne football, deciding to trust himself for this one.
As the ball nears chest height, Tang Long suddenly makes a breathtaking move!
His body arcs backward in the air, lowering his center of gravity while stepping back, a move demanding immense core strength, yet in his execution, as graceful as a dragonfly skimming the water.
In the moment of borrowed strength, Tang Long perfectly integrates the speed of Diego's pass with his own explosive power.
The trajectory of this shot is so tricky as to defy all logic—gliding beneath the crossbar, straight into the upper left corner of the goal!
"GOAL!!!"
Tang Long himself shouts it out to the fans cheering for him in the stands!
"Two!"
On the sidelines, Chiwo's face is flushed with excitement, hands clapping till they hurt: "Just three more, only three more, the match has a whole hour left, he has plenty of opportunities!"