Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 830 - 583: Zidane Breaks Out in a Cold Sweat from Tang Long’s Brilliant Play—Real Madrid’s Title Hopes in Jeopardy! (3)

When Agüero got the ball on the right flank, Manchester United's defense suddenly felt as if faced with a great enemy, quickly tightening up, and everyone rushed towards him like starving wolves closing in on their prey.

However, Agüero was far from selfish, subtly flicking his ankle, smoothly tapping the ball back to the left flank. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

At that moment, Damian was sprinting back quickly from a distance, with a firm gaze, originally planning to clear the ball cleanly and decisively out of bounds with a sliding tackle.

But just as he slid down to tackle, about a meter away from the ball, a blue figure shot out like an arrow from the middle of the field!

That's right, it was Tang Long!

Coming in from behind, he relied on his astonishing speed to instantly outpace Damian.

Only to see him also execute a sliding tackle, despite originally being positioned behind Damian, his extreme speed and agility allowed him to touch the ball a centimeter before Damian!

The tackle was perfectly controlled in strength, though the ball's speed wasn't fast, its angle was shockingly tricky.

De Gea reacted quickly, instantly diving, stretching his long arms in a desperate attempt to block it, but it was all in vain; he could only watch as the ball grazed his goalkeeper gloves and drilled into the left-side net!

2 to 0!

Manchester City scores again!

This goal completely ignited the passion of the stadium and utterly infuriated De Gea.

He jumped up from the ground like an angry lion, his face flushed red, pointing at Damian, shouting in fury:

"Why did you score an own goal like me!"

Damian, however, sat there bewildered, muttering continuously: "Own goal? What's going on, how did I also score an own goal? Impossible, I've never scored on my own goal in my life!"

Meanwhile, Tang Long was already tightly hugging his teammates, celebrating this crucial goal to the fullest.

Agüero was grinning from ear to ear, "Haha, look at that, they gave us another own goal, today's luck is unbeatable!"

Gundogan joined in the banter, "What's going on today, is this an own goal party? First, the goalkeeper scores one, now the defender scores one, soon enough the forward will have to score an own goal too to join the fun."

Tang Long smirked slightly and said, "What own goal, you guys saw correctly, I touched the ball before Damian, this goal should be credited to me, don't mistakenly credit Damian."

Then, Tang Long demonstrated his generosity and friendliness by approaching Damian, who was still sitting bewildered on the ground, extending a hand to steadily lift him up, gently comforting him.

"Damian, don't take it too hard, this wasn't an own goal, I did touch the ball before you, don't be too upset."

Before joining Manchester United, Damian had played for Turin in Serie A, where he had an intense half-season of interactions with Tang Long.

During that time, the two exchanged skills, appreciated each other, and even exchanged jerseys amiably after one match, maintaining a rather good relationship.

Right now, still somewhat dazed, Damian heard Tang Long's words, and a gleam instantly appeared on his previously dispirited face.

He hurriedly ran to De Gea, loudly reprimanding: "Didn't you hear? Tang says it wasn't an own goal, I didn't score an own goal, I'm not like you, don't talk nonsense!"

(Damian: No, this wasn't an own goal, De Gea, stop accusing me!)

De Gea, full of helplessness, could only cover his face with his goalkeeper gloves, letting out a deep sigh, thinking to himself: "So what, it's still a conceded goal, why are you so happy, unbelievable!"

Damian then ran to the sideline before the coach Pellegrini's glum face, shouting without a care for the Chilean's gloomy expression: "Coach, Tang told me he touched the ball first, this wasn't an own goal, definitely Tang's goal!"

Pellegrini secretly spat out a mouthful of blood, raising his hand to give Damian a smack on the top of his head with a bang, leaving Damian clutching his head and fleeing.

"So proud, huh! Even if it wasn't an own goal, your failure to defend against Tang is a definite defensive mistake. Defend well, or go sit and drink water!"