Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 733 - 522: 93 Minutes! Free Kick! Will Tang Long’s Shot Send Barça Out?

Tang Long twisted on the ground, only to see the two rows of Suarez's teeth, flashing with a fierce cold light under the massive floodlights of the Etihad Stadium, his heart suddenly startled, he raised his arm ready to give him a slap.

"Ah!"

Tang Long hadn't had time to make a move, when he saw Suarez let out a miserable scream, clutching his mouth and rolling on the ground, while Sterling fiercely glared at him, wiping his mouth.

Just as Suarez's mouth was about to bite Tang Long's shoulder, Sterling quickly rushed forward, bumping Suarez away and taking a bite directly at him!

Suarez's mouth didn't bite Tang Long, but collided with Sterling's mouth.

Only Sterling was prepared, Suarez was ambushed, so although his teeth also hurt, he didn't fall to the ground, he just stood up and coldly looked at Suarez.

"Dare to bite Tang? You should bite me first!"

Ever since Sterling bit Chiellini once in last season's Champions League game, his reputation soared, not losing a bit to Suarez, and together with Suarez was dubbed by the media as "the two giant teeth of football".

But Sterling doesn't care about these teasing titles.

He is simple-minded, previously when bullied by Milner, it was Tang Long who stood up for him;

Earlier when he was bullied due to his height disadvantage and physical confrontation, it was Tang Long who taught him the trick of using his hips to bump people.

In his mind, Tang Long has long been regarded as his leading big brother!

Anyone who wants to harm his big brother, Sterling won't let them off for sure.

Barça players swarmed in, surrounding the referee.

These players are experienced, not necessarily wanting to argue a point, but rather taking advantage to delay the game by a minute or two, running down the match time.

"Sterling bit someone, should get a red card, referee!"

Busquets, who made the earning call leading to Tang Long's goal, shouted the loudest.

However, the referee only five-six meters away from the scene saw clearly, firmly waved his hand and said:

"It was mutual biting, both are responsible!"

Then turned and gave Sterling and Suarez each a yellow card.

Live broadcast room. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

-[Haha, a rare scene in football, Suarez and Sterling biting each other!]

-[Made me laugh, is this a dog-bite-dog situation?]

-[They say people biting people is not strange, people biting dogs is rare, but today people biting people is most rare!]

-[Well now, these two are probably going to hold grudges!]

-[Need to interview Chiellini now, why are football's two giant teeth both having eaten his shoulder flesh?]

-[Apennine Peninsula's food supplies, nourishing the lands of Uruguay and England…]

Suarez got up, looked at Sterling with bloodshot eyes, glaring like an angry little dinosaur, suddenly felt a shiver in his heart, lost the courage to argue, left dejectedly, comforting himself: "Although I got bitten and received a yellow card, I at least stopped Tang's shot, not too bad!"

After this incident was dealt with.

The time had reached 93 minutes 30 seconds.

The referee checked the watch, communicated with the fourth official via earpiece, indicating once this free kick was done, the match would pretty much be over.

Tang Long held the ball, ready to take the free kick.

Sterling came over, spitting out some blood, breathed in cold air twice, "Tang, go for a kill, get Barça out!" he said to Tang Long while holding his mouth.

Busquets came over too, originally wanted to say some trash talk to disturb Tang Long's concentration, reduce his scoring threat;

But seeing Tang Long's athletic build, remembering his two brilliant goals from earlier, those trash talk rushed to the throat yet swallowed back, a wave of tension washed over him.

"You're not going to score to kill us, are you? Come on, Tang, whether Barça advances or not doesn't affect you guys, Manchester City," Busquets murmured softly.

Tang Long raised his lips: "Don't want me to score? Beg me then."

Busquets' heart tightened, for a moment, he really wanted to plead with Tang Long, asking him to spare Barça.

But looking at Tang Long's disdainful look, the Spanish midfielder felt an unprecedented sense of shame, "I'm after all a main player for Barça and the Spanish national team, how could I beg a 20-year-old youngster? Even if I begged him, would he really spare us? Alas, I probably overthought." Busquets walked away in silence.

At this moment, Tang Long was the focus of all attention.

A cheer rose from the Etihad Stadium~

"Score one!"

"Tang, score one!"

"Hahaha, Tang is going to lead us to a comeback, Barça is going to be out!"

Cornered Barça fans held their breath, prayed silently, many turned their backs, dared not look at Tang Long standing in front of the ball, just like Neymar on Barça's bench.

"Don't score, really can't score…"

"May God bless, let us Barça advance smoothly!"

"Ter Stegen, come on, save it!"

"Don't want, we really don't want to play in the UEFA Europa League…"

Meanwhile.

Prussian Park Stadium, after the game finished.

They gathered around the bench, with two tablets set out, over twenty people watching the Manchester City and Barça match.

The five thousand Borussia fans on site were the same, none had left!

At this critical time, they wanted to advance and retreat with the team.

Now, it's up to Manchester City!

"Manchester City won a free kick! A chance came!" Rafael shouted excitedly.

In this match, he was Borussia's savior, if not for him scoring the equalizer after eighty minutes, Borussia would've already been eliminated from the group and gone to play in UEFA Europa League, then who cares about Barça's outcome?

But now it's different!

If Manchester City could overturn Barça at the last moment, Borussia would qualify with a one-point advantage, surpassing Barça!

Forward Rafael was the savior for Borussia tonight, but he's already done everything he could, now, everyone focused their eyes on Tang Long.

They're hoping for a miracle!

Just like Barça players on the bench, many Borussia players also turned their backs, dared not look at the tablet screen.

When the fate of the team is tied to a player unrelated to your own team, that sense of powerlessness, expectation, desire for the miracle to happen, yet can only pray, is really unspeakable.

On screen.

Tang Long's handsome side face always in the close-up.

He was so focused, not looking at the wall, just lowering his head, staring at the ball, seeming to contemplate something.

Sweat slowly flowed down his forehead, gathered on the tip of his nose, then fell onto Etihad's grass.

"So handsome!"

On the previously quiet Borussia bench, German player Hahn suddenly shouted unexpectedly.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the referee's whistle, his shout startled his teammates out of their wits. Forward Rafael slapped Hahn's head, scolding him to shut up.

Five meters later.

"Ju——"

With a whistle from the referee, Tang Long suddenly lifted his head and looked at the goal.

When Tang Long's resolute gaze appeared suddenly in the close-up, Rafael's pupils constricted sharply, he was all too familiar with this expression, that was the absolute confidence of a forward facing one-on-one, for the ball must go in.

"Definitely got it!" Rafael rejoiced in his heart.