This Earth-Shattering Through Ball Instantly Dismantled the Opponent's Backline!

At the final moment, Tang Long followed the system's prompt, spread his legs, and the ball whistled right through his crotch.

The pass from Hernanes was not slow; it was a low, curling ball.

It seemed as if he wanted to show off his technique to Tang Long.

Therefore, the ball suddenly rolling through Tang Long's legs was extremely unexpected!

The two Roma players who had pushed up to mark Tang Long closely had expected to prevent him from turning to face the goal.

They never imagined that Tang Long would choose to let the ball pass through!

The football slid past the feet of the two Roma players like quicksand, rolling into the penalty area.

"Huh, where's the ball?"

The two defenders were stunned.

They suddenly turned their heads, their hearts filled with shock!

On the path where the ball rolled into the penalty area, a blue and black jersey charged in from the side—

It was Icardi!

Tang Long's dummy through his legs caused everyone to pause in unison.

But Icardi had suddenly burst into action, bypassing his marker Astori to run toward the ball!

Tang Long's heaven-defying dummy instantly dismantled the opponent's defensive line!

"He let it through!"

"The position is open!"

"Watch Icardi!"

Roma defender Manolas snapped out of his daze and hurriedly shouted for his teammates to track Icardi.

By the time everyone started moving again, Icardi had already secured the ball in an instant.

With very little space to swing his leg, he rotated his body 90 degrees like a compass, turned sideways on the spot, and struck the ball hard with his instep!

A powerful instep strike!

Bang!!!

The angle was straight, the power was immense, and the shot was incredibly sudden!

The football flew like a grenade, soaring over the Roma goalkeeper's head and into the net!

The veteran goalkeeper De Sanctis stood frozen on the spot like a wooden statue.

Inside the penalty area, Roma and Inter Milan players were crowded together, with dozens of long legs swaying in front of him.

De Sanctis's vision was obstructed, and he couldn't see the ball's trajectory at all.

But the crisp sound of the ball hitting the net behind him told him clearly that he had conceded!

His goal had been breached by Inter Milan for the fourth time.

His eyes were wide open, and he was completely dumbfounded...

As the referee blew the final whistle, Icardi leaped high into the air and punched the air hard toward the bright moon!

"Haha, a brace!"

On the bench.

Mancini was a bit bewildered!

At fifty years old, his eyesight wasn't great.

He suffered from both nearsightedness and presbyopia.

How did that ball get through?

How did it suddenly end up at Icardi's feet?

The Roma defense had been very tight, and Tang Long hadn't had a chance to turn.

"Herrera," Mancini immediately turned to ask his assistant, "how did that ball get through? Did you see it clearly?"

"Boss, I didn't see it clearly either. Hernanes passed to Tang Long, and Tang Long passed to Icardi... well, it seems that's what happened."

"How did Tang Long pass it? Did you see that clearly?"

Herrera shook his head.

The Inter Milan bench was sixty or seventy meters away from the Roma penalty area, and Herrera hadn't seen it clearly either.

That wasn't his fault; after all, Tang Long had decided to let the ball through at the very last second.

The space between his spread legs was tiny, barely a foot wide, just enough for a football to roll through.

Never mind the people on the sidelines, even the Roma players who were only five or six meters away from Tang Long hadn't reacted in time!

"Did you guys see it clearly?"

Mancini asked his players on the bench again.

D'Ambrosio, Krhin, Mbaye, and the others all shook their heads in unison, remaining silent with expressions full of confusion.

It was Bonazzoli, sitting at the end of the bench, who said with a look of certainty:

"Haha, I saw it clearly. That was Tang Long using a light heel flick, a classic case of using a small force to deflect a thousand pounds. He pierced the AS Roma defensive line in an instant, haha, awesome!"

The match was over.

The players on the pitch were shaking hands, and the big screen at the Stadio Olimpico showed no replay.

Mancini was skeptical of Bonazzoli's words.

At this moment, the opposing manager, Rudi Garcia, came over to shake hands with Mancini.

"Sigh, Mancini, you really didn't give me any face. You had to score four against me on my home turf to be satisfied, right?"

"Sorry, old friend. Who told Totti to have such a short temper? Playing 11 against 10, you really need to keep him in check."

"Haha, when will you do me the honor of grabbing a coffee and chatting? I'd love to pick your brain."

"You're too kind. I just returned to Serie A, and time flies so fast. I feel like the current Serie A is completely different from what it was six or seven years ago."

Mancini and Rudi Garcia walked toward the player tunnel while chatting...

Icardi, shirtless, clapped his hands to thank the traveling Inter Milan fans.

Tang Long walked up to his side, joining him in applauding the supporters.

"How did you know to run into that position? It's like you're omnipresent," Tang Long remarked with emotion.

He was truly shocked by Icardi's positioning!

When the AI System in his mind gave him the prompt to let the ball pass, Tang Long had been facing away from the AS Roma goal.

Behind him, two AS Roma players were glued to his back.

Tang Long couldn't see any of his teammates making runs into the penalty area at all.

Yet, Icardi had actually managed to receive that missed ball!

"That's the instinct of a striker, Tang. When everyone else is standing still, I'm always able to start my run early."

"You knew I was going to let the ball pass through?"

"Let it pass? You let that ball through? Your foot didn't touch it?"

Icardi was a bit surprised.

In the blink of an eye, his own vision had been blocked, and he hadn't been able to see exactly how Tang Long had managed to get the ball across.

"Haha, I don't care how the ball got there," Icardi said, pulling Tang Long into a close embrace and kissing his forehead, "In that instant, I had a strong premonition that the ball would be drawn to my feet, and then I would finish the shot to score my second goal!"

Tang Long nodded.

"Yes, Mauro, you're like a magnet. The ball is just drawn to you."

After the Inter Milan players finished thanking the fans.

AS Roma full-back Maicon walked up to Tang Long on his own initiative.

"Tang, can I swap jerseys with you?"

Tang Long quickly took off his number 99 jersey and swapped it with Maicon.

"It is my honor to swap jerseys with a former Inter Milan legend, Mr. Maicon!"

Maicon, the 33-year-old full-back, had returned to Serie A from Manchester City last year to join AS Roma.

From 2006 to 2012, the Brazilian full-back had spent an unforgettable six years at Inter Milan.

As the starting right-back, he reached the pinnacle of Europe with Inter Milan in 2010, achieving the only treble in Serie A history.

In the Brazil national team, Maicon had also managed to edge out Alves, the starter during the Dream Team era, to claim the absolute starting right-back spot for the Samba squad.

He could carry the entire right flank's attack by himself!

However, good times didn't last long!

In 2012, Inter Milan's financial situation deteriorated sharply, and owner Moratti's support for the team was already stretched thin.

Like many of his treble-winning teammates, Maicon was sold.

After leaving Inter Milan, the once world-best right-back saw his form slide rapidly, and he had to say goodbye to his peak.

"Haha, that's all in the past. I'm very happy at AS Roma now. My body can't handle the pace of the Premier League; here in Serie A, this is my footballing home."

"Mr. Maicon, why did you want to swap jerseys with me? I mean, you're the first person to ever swap jerseys with me."

Maicon smiled.

His smile had that infectious quality unique to the Samba people.

He held up Tang Long's jersey against one of the massive pillar-style floodlights in the corner of the Stadio Olimpico, squinting his eyes as he looked at the number 99 on the back.

The floodlight shone through Tang Long's Inter Milan jersey, casting a faint blue projection onto Maicon's dark face.

"Tang, your passing is very sudden. It reminds me of a former teammate of mine. He wore the number 10 jersey, and his name was Sneijder."