CHAPTER 157: CHAPTER 134: SUPREME HONOR! OPPONENT’S FANS ALL STAND UP AND APPLAUD FOR TANG LONG!

Icardi was anxious again!

Originally, when Bonazzoli scored the second goal,

He jumped up from his sofa at home, raising his arms and shouting, vigorously punching towards the TV.

"We’ve got this, the match is in the bag!"

But when he saw Bonazzoli and Tang Long passionately embracing each other;

When he saw the Inter fans at the away game waving flags and cheering for Bonazzoli,

Icardi froze for a moment~

The fists raised in the air suddenly stiffened, and he seemed frozen altogether.

Slowly, his gaze began to dim.

Soon after, when Icardi noticed from the TV slow-motion replay,

Bonazzoli’s run was actually a circling maneuver!

Using this circling run, he managed to escape the Turin defense’s offside trap at the moment Podolski passed, and then scored the goal.

"This kid actually knows how to circle run, he can beat the offside trap, improving so quickly?!"

The stammering tone showed Icardi’s inner surprise.

Sporting a right-foot minor toe injury, Icardi was not worried that Bonazzoli would replace him.

The difference in their abilities was too vast.

One had only scored a few goals for Inter.

Meanwhile, Icardi seemed to have almost secured this season’s Serie A Golden Boot and was racing towards the European Golden Boot.

Yet seeing Bonazzoli’s tremendous progress, even learning to beat the offside trap,

Icardi’s heart was still stirred.

"He learned it so fast, I taught him that move..."

Icardi suddenly recalled how Bonazzoli often asked him to teach the trick of beating the offside trap during practice.

And he himself had shared his experience unreservedly with the young player.

Though the old guiding the young, as an elder, Icardi still felt a sting in his heart seeing Bonazzoli score.

Especially with the wonderful chemistry developing between him and Tang Long!

If it weren’t for his absence due to injury, it wouldn’t have been Bonazzoli scoring the goal, but him!

Icardi pinched his fingers, calculating the goal gap between him, C Luo, and Messi.

"As of now, I’ve scored 22 league goals, Messi 28, C Luo 29, oh dear, I’ve got to push harder."

To win the European Golden Boot, Icardi had to strive a lot more.

Thinking of this, despite his injured right foot, he stomped on the floor.

Then Wanda emerged from the room in sleepwear, looking puzzled at her husband.

"Mauro, what’s gotten you crazy again?"

"Crazy? I’m truly going mad, if I can’t play soon, I’ll really be a madman!"

At this moment, Icardi even developed a twisted selfish mentality.

He even hoped Tang Long could be subbed off early, so there wouldn’t be more connection between him and Bonazzoli.

"Tang, you’re mine! You can’t be getting along with that Bonazzoli kid, give him fewer assists." He prayed in his heart.

But Icardi’s pleas and prayers were in vain.

The second half of the match.

The chemistry between Tang Long and Bonazzoli deepened further.

Two goals down, Turin had nothing to lose, and they recklessly pressed forward, pushing their midfielders past Inter’s front line, their wing-backs bursting up and down, constantly attacking Inter’s wings, with only one goal: whether win or lose, at least grab a goal!

But often in soccer matches, the more you want to score, the less you’ll succeed.

And often, a random kick or two, an unintended consequence results in lush returns.

Here it was, Tang Long was at it again!

After Turin pressed forward, full-back Damian sent in a curved cross.

Ranocchia leapt like a pole, "boom" headed the ball away.

Facing the ball, Tang Long seemingly stood motionlessly.

Then, casually using his heel, he swung and performed a scorpion kick!

Leveraging the rebound from Ranocchia’s header, the ball was tapped by Tang Long’s heel, creating a magical curve.

What’s magical?

This curve, precisely passes over the last retreating Turin center-back Glick.

Glick was unprepared for the ball and even missed the header!

Thinking he had calculated the trajectory, positioned himself well and jumped high.

Just that the ball, after Tang Long’s heel tap, generated an irregular curve.

Almost landing on Glick’s head, but a meter before reaching his scalp, it suddenly "swooshed," took a turn~

"Haha, it’s coming!"

A burst of blue-black wind swept past Glick.

It chilled Glick, sweat breaking on his forehead — "It’s over!"

Bonazzoli moved in, using speed to break away from Glick!

"Bang bang bang—"

High on the stands, Turin fans watched Bonazzoli carrying the ball into the box heart in mouth.

Each of his touches seemed like a hammer, striking these sensitive, fragile hearts of the Turin fans.

While the 2000 traveling Inter Milan fans although tucked in the corner,

With each meter Bonazzoli sprinted forward, their cheers grew louder in decibels!

"Speed up! Speed up!"

"Sprint! Bonazzoli sprint!"

"He successfully received Tang Long’s divine scorpion kick pass!"

"Come on, Bonazzoli, you can’t let Tang Long’s opportunities slip by! It’s already at your mouth, hurry up and gulp it down!"