Tang Long had just returned to the bench and sat down when Berni leaned over.
This third-choice goalkeeper was an old fox; no detail could escape his eyes, not even what happened in the player tunnel.
"What did you say to Mancini just now?"
"I was asking him for playing time."
"Did he give it to you?"
"He did, said he'd put me on if it gets to 3-0."
Berni let out a series of impressed sighs, his eyes full of admiration.
He gave Tang Long a thumbs-up and handed him a towel.
"Then let's wave our towels together, shout out our momentum, and strive for a goal right at the start of the second half!"
And so, after the second half kicked off, the Inter Milan bench became exceptionally lively.
Every time Inter Milan launched an attack, one could hear a rushing wind sound coming from the bench.
That was Berni leading Tang Long in waving their towels.
Berni had a real knack for towel-waving, full of vigor, occasionally even adding some flair with twists and turns that reminded Tang Long of a dragon dance.
Tang Long's towel-waving was a bit clumsy, and he even failed to dodge a few times, getting smacked on the head by Berni's towel.
He was surprised to discover that Berni, sitting on the bench, was already soaked through.
The sweat on his head flew through the air along with the towel, just like a sprinkler.
He seemed even more exhausted than the players on the pitch!
However, the situation on the pitch was not as intense as Berni's towel-waving.
Trailing 0-2, AS Roma had lost most of their spirit in the second half!
Even though their 38-year-old captain Totti kept encouraging his Roma teammates to pull themselves together.
He even frequently led by example, using fierce sliding tackles to express his desire for a comeback.
But Inter Milan's cautious play didn't give their opponents any chances.
"Twenty minutes into the second half, Roma has firmly controlled possession, but they've only had two shots!"
"As for Inter Milan, they've had counter-attacking opportunities, but they are playing it very safe each time, not rushing to get the ball into the penalty area. Palacio is even dropping back frequently to form a double attacking midfield with Hernanes."
"Aside from Totti, the other players, whether from Roma or Inter Milan, seem quite content with this 0-2 result?"
"If that's the case, the match isn't very exciting to watch..."
In the blink of an eye, the match reached the 80th minute.
Inter Milan still hadn't scored that third goal.
This made Berni, down on the sidelines, a bit anxious.
He was hoping for his little brother Tang Long to get on the pitch.
"Pass him, pass him, Nagatomo Yuto, pass him!"
"Icardi is open, give it to him and he's in!"
"Switch the play quickly, there's an opening on the wing!"
Berni was still waving his towel, his sense of participation so strong that he acted as if he were the coach himself.
Tang Long, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair with a sense of disappointment, draping the towel over his shoulder.
He looked at the scoreboard at the Stadio Olimpico.
81 minutes.
Mancini had already made two substitutions, leaving only one spot remaining.
Generally speaking, given Mancini's cautious nature, he would be extremely careful with the final substitution to prevent any player from getting injured in the final moments, which would leave the team in the disadvantageous position of playing 10 against 11.
Inter Milan still hadn't scored that third goal.
Both sides seemed to have no further desires, hoping to end the match with this scoreline.
Although he had completed two sets of warm-ups, Tang Long no longer held much expectation of getting on the field.
The Roma fans at the Stadio Olimpico were also leaving one after another.
It looked like the match was entering garbage time.
But just then, the situation on the pitch changed abruptly!
Roma captain Totti didn't seem willing to let the time just tick away.
During a scramble for the ball, Totti, who was actively tracking back, launched a brutal tackle from behind on Icardi as he dribbled forward!
Icardi was facing away and his body was completely unprepared.
He was sent sprawling forward onto the ground as if someone had kicked him from behind, landing face-first in a heap!
"Agh!" he let out a terrified scream, clutching his ankle with an expression of extreme pain.
As soon as the referee's whistle blew, Inter Milan captain Ranocchia led a group of his teammates to surround the official, demanding an explanation.
Perhaps wary of Totti's status in Italian football, none of the Inter Milan players went to confront him.
Totti simply stood there with a calm expression, already mentally prepared to receive a red card.
On the sidelines, Mancini narrowed his eyes as he looked at Icardi lying on the ground, his heart tightening!
This kid is capable of scoring goals; he better not be injured. If he were to get hurt, the upcoming matches...
A roar from the bench, however, interrupted his train of thought.
"Totti! You son of a b****!"
It was Berni!
He threw a towel, jumped off the bench, stomped onto the touchline while cursing, and pointed at Totti, hurling a classic Italian insult at him.
Totti glanced at the red card the referee was showing him, then walked quickly toward Berni on the sidelines.
"Who do you think you are in Italian football, daring to curse at me?"
Seeing that the two were about to come to blows, Mancini quickly pulled them apart and, in an unquestionable tone, ordered Totti to leave the pitch immediately.
Berni was just an insignificant figure in Italian football, and Totti could easily dismiss him, but he couldn't ignore Mancini's authority.
After the dispute ended, the referee didn't forget to hand Berni a red card as well.
Mancini helplessly held up two fingers at Berni.
"That's the second time, the second time already! You need to be more careful!"
As it turned out, this was the second time this season that Berni had been sent off with a red card.
Both cards were received while he was on the bench!
His red card rate was the highest on the team.
However, Berni didn't care; he continued to curse at Totti's back as he walked toward the player tunnel:
"If you have the guts to play like that at Meazza again, I guarantee I'll take a swing at you, you son of a b****! I'm not afraid of you!"
Tang Long looked at Berni in astonishment.
This was the first time he had seen Berni lose his temper, completely shattering his image of "Uncle Berni" as a laid-back, easygoing veteran.
After the chaos of the two red cards, Inter Milan now had an 11-on-10 advantage.
The conservative Mancini judged that Roma had completely lost their ability to resist.
He called Tang Long over.
"Tang, although the score is still 2-0, Roma is down a man, so I have decided to fulfill my promise to you."
"Thank you, Boss!"
"When you go on, take Palacio's position. Focus on finding gaps and play around Icardi. That's all."
In the 84th minute of the match, Tang Long came on as a substitute!
At this moment, the Migu Video broadcast room in China, thousands of miles away, instantly exploded, with the viewer count skyrocketing!
-[Damn it, waited over 80 minutes, he's finally coming on.]
-[If he didn't come on, I really couldn't hold on anymore. This ungodly Serie A late-night schedule is torture.]
-[It seems Mancini is still very conservative; leading 2-0 with an extra man, only then did he let Tang Long on.]
-[This is a good thing! This way Tang Long doesn't have to carry any burden; perhaps Mancini is protecting him.]
-[Alright brothers, Tang Long is on the pitch, the prelude is over, the main event begins.]
-[Can you believe it? I'm a Juventus fan, staying up late to watch Inter Milan vs Roma just to see Tang Long.]
Totti's brutal red card ignited the fighting spirit of the Inter Milan players on the pitch.
As soon as Tang Long stepped onto the field, Inter Milan utilized their numerical advantage to launch an offensive.
The ball was passed around three or four times before rolling toward the right side of the penalty area where Tang Long was positioned.
Tang Long's first touch after coming on shocked everyone!
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