"Someone's shouting Tang inside!!!"
"Haha, I knew it would be him!"
"Hurry up and run inside, or we won't even see the slow-motion replay!"
"Oh my gosh, wait for me! My seat is far away, I'm dying of anxiety!"
Guardiola revealed a satisfied smile.
Even though he didn't see it clearly either, it was Tang Long who scored at last, and he realized it!
Confidently, he rubbed his bald head back and forth, looking smugly at Pellegrini in the Manchester United area, as if to say, "How about that, my use of Tang Long is a bit better than yours, isn't it?"
Pellegrini looked utterly perplexed.
He's getting older, his nearsightedness compounded by presbyopia, and can't see clearly either close or far away!
Anyway, he couldn't figure it out; evidently, Tang Long was surrounded by three people, so how did he suddenly seem to burrow through and emerge in front of De Gea?
The three Manchester United defenders, Valencia, Smolin, and Fellaini, were equally bewildered.
