Everyone thinks Tang Long is lucky? But Sneijder doesn't think so!

Tang Long's movement was incredibly awkward.

So much so that his entire body twisted in mid-air in a half-turn.

Then he fell to the ground in a heap, colliding with the Genoa player who had come in for a sliding tackle.

"Sigh--"

Everyone in the Curva Nord wearing an Inter Milan jersey clutched their heads and sighed!

They had originally hoped for a miracle to happen.

They hoped that this unknown number 99 youth team player could use a volley to pull off a last-second winner!

But the ball he kicked was high and floating.

It was flying toward the sideline.

Even Mancini on the sidelines covered his face and knelt on the ground, furious.

But just as the Genoa players were exclaiming in their hearts that it was a close call.

Just as everyone thought this outrageous shot was going to fly outrageously toward the sideline.

Just as everyone thought the Genoa players could use this throw-in to waste half a minute and let the match end right there--

A short, blue-and-black figure cut in halfway like lightning!

He was not on the same rhythm as everyone else; he had suddenly accelerated!

It was the right wing-back Nagatomo Yuto!

He leaped with all his might in the air and intercepted the ball!

His abundant stamina allowed him to still sprint a hundred meters down the flank at the very last moment, and maintain his ball control technique without distortion.

"Damn it!"

With a heart rate of 150, Nagatomo Yuto didn't have time to think too much; his heart was pounding, and almost by instinct, he drove down the flank and broke into the Genoa penalty area!

Only then did the Genoa players wake up from their dream!

"Defend him, stop his cross!"

But all their reactions were too late!

Due to the sudden change in Inter Milan's attacking rhythm, this flank attack caught Genoa off guard!

In the blink of an eye, the short Nagatomo Yuto had already inserted himself into the penalty area!

Bang!

Bang!

These two sounds rang out.

The first sound was Nagatomo Yuto using his instep to sweep the ball across into the six-yard box!

The second sound was Icardi meeting the ball with a push shot into the net!

"Ju-Ju-Ju--"

The ball was still spinning in the net without falling when the referee's whistle blew!

The match was over!

The massive scoreboard at Stadio Giuseppe Meazza made a "ding" sound, and the numbers changed to 2-1!

Inter Milan had scored a last-second winner in stoppage time!

All sixty thousand home fans erupted!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Stadio Giuseppe Meazza exploded with cheers like a mountain collapse or a tsunami!

It was like an earthquake!

"Icardi!"

"Icardi!"

"I--car--di--di--di--di--di!!!"

The Inter Milan players tackled the Argentine striker who had scored the winning goal to the ground.

Even Mancini on the sidelines ran to perform a glider celebration.

This winner felt truly satisfying!

And at this moment, Tang Long.

Was rubbing his thigh, struggling to stand up from the ground, limping.

He pulled up his shorts to take a look, and there was already a bruise on the inside of his thigh.

This was the mark of the collision from when the opponent had slid into him earlier.

No one paid him any mind.

The Genoa players were all sprawled on the ground, covering their faces.

The Inter Milan teammates were all swarming around Icardi, who had scored the winning goal.

Tang Long watched Icardi, who was buried at the bottom of a pile of bodies on the pitch.

He wanted to rush over to celebrate with them, but the pain in his thigh made it difficult to move.

He simply looked in Icardi's direction and offered a faint smile.

"Hey, are you alright?"

A deep voice sounded from behind him. Tang Long turned around to see his captain, Ranocchia, drenched in sweat.

Ranocchia had been halfway to the celebration when he saw Tang Long lying on the ground in pain. Without hesitation, he turned back to check on the youth team player's injury.

"I'm fine, Captain. Just took a knock to the thigh."

"Good! You lucky kid, that wayward shot of yours just happened to fall right at the feet of Nagatomo Yuto as he made his run. Haha, that's twice now! You've had such good luck in today's match!"

"Uh, that's not it, Captain. I was passing on purpose; I wasn't shooting."

"Hahahaha, stop putting on an act. You think you can fool me? It's fine, there will be plenty of chances in the future. Sometimes, having good luck is a talent in itself—you should be happy about it!"

Ranocchia punched Tang Long in the chest twice.

Then, he ran off toward the main group to celebrate, not forgetting to look back and shout at him:

"Come join us!"

Tang Long chuckled and lay back down on the grass.

He felt it was all a bit comical!

And he felt absolutely exhausted!

This match was his Serie A debut.

It was such a surprise that he had ended up on the pitch through a series of coincidences!

He had to admit that with his current physical condition, playing half a match in Serie A was already his limit.

Although the Green Field Intelligence Engine System provided him with excellent predictive analysis.

Guided by the AI's big data, Tang Long's judgment of the immediate situation was ahead of everyone else's.

But his own technical level was still too poor!

His two brilliant passes had either been too powerful or executed with incredibly awkward form.

So much so that his teammates had misunderstood him.

They all thought it was just a stroke of luck~

Tang Long's lonely figure formed a sharp contrast with the rest of his teammates huddled together in celebration.

Inside the VIP box.

The Dutchman Sneijder and his friend were celebrating passionately!

With their arms around each other's shoulders, they were singing and dancing!

"Ole, Ole Ole Ole~

Ole Ole, Ole Ole~"

This winning goal was a thrill to watch!

Even though it was just an ordinary Serie A match.

The journey from trailing behind to a last-second winner.

The process was simply exhilarating and magnificent to behold!

Sneijder pressed both hands against the wide floor-to-ceiling glass.

He looked at the Stadio Giuseppe Meazza, which had turned into an ocean of joy.

He watched the fans below the box waving their scarves at him.

He saw some fans even wearing his old number 10 Inter Milan jersey.

Sneijder's eyes grew moist.

It was as if he had returned to that season in 2010, at the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium, in the glorious summer when he and his teammates won the European Treble!

"Haha, cheers!"

Sneijder raised his wine glass and tapped it against the glass.

"Wesley, your old club's luck was truly off the charts today," his friend said. "That number 99 is a lucky fool; he shanked two shots, and both of them accidentally turned into key passes!"

"Especially that penultimate pass before the winner, it had me dying of laughter," his friend giggled. "A ball flying out of bounds turned into a brilliant pass that suddenly opened up the game. It's really funny!"

Sneijder turned around and took a sip of his red wine.

"That pass caught Genoa off guard. It was a very good pass."

Sneijder paused for a moment, then continued:

"This is the change in rhythm I was telling you about, do you understand?

Nagatomo Yuto's crosses are indeed very accurate, but such straightforward passes lack suddenness; I don't like that kind. I like the way that number 99 does it, playing these unexpected passes."

His friend smiled dismissively.

"Wesley, what kind of joke are you making? What right does that greenhorn have to compare with you! You pass with intent, he passes by accident!

You have skill, he has luck; he was just guessing, hahaha!"

Sneijder swirled the glass in his hand, downed it in one gulp, and set it back on the table.

"Why do I get the feeling that neither of those two passes looked like a guess?"

His friend froze, looking back at him in astonishment:

"Not a guess? Wesley, are you saying that number 99 was passing on purpose?"