A poor man-enjoy the Etihad crowd's cheers for the last time in your life!

Many Juventus players were seeing such a bizarre penalty for the first time in their careers.

They rushed towards the referee, saying that Tang Long had committed a foul on the penalty kick and that the pass should not have been made.

A penalty kick? The only way to get a penalty is to shoot!

However, the professionally trained referee clearly possessed far more football knowledge than these Juventus players, and he signaled that the goal was valid.

Turn out to be.

This was a plan that Tang Long had discussed with Bony before the match.

Given the opportunity, the two decided to take this unusual penalty kick and give Buffon a good thrashing.

When Tang Long first mentioned this idea, Bony was quite apprehensive. He said, "What if the ball doesn't go in?"

We're facing Buffon! Wouldn't the media laugh us to death?

But Tang Long said it didn't matter, we were just going to have some fun with Buffon and completely crush the Italy's arrogance.

Sure enough, after that goal, Buffon was completely deflated.

Like a flower that had been exposed to the scorching sun all afternoon, he slowly drooped his head, looking utterly despondent.

Behind the goal, the jeers from the Manchester City fans were like whips, lashing the face of the Italy goalkeeper again and again.

"Hahahaha, Buffon! You've been tricked by Don again!"

"How many times has this happened? Do you want me to count them for you?"

"You call yourself a door god? Don't tarnish the word!"

"It doesn't matter whether you play this penalty kick or not. My grandma in a wheelchair is standing in front of the door, it's the same!"

Nasri finally came on in the 87th minute!

Pellegrini kept his promise and reserved the last substitution for the France.

At this moment, Juventus, trailing 0-3, had no will to fight. Nasri came onto the field full of expectations, knowing that the opponents only had 9 men. He was confident that as long as Tang Long gave him a chance, he would definitely score!

As expected, with a three-goal lead, Tang Long did not slow down his onslaught against Juventus.

After leaving Serie A for Manchester City, it won't be easy for them to face Juventus; they can only meet in the UEFA Champions League.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Now that we've finally caught him, we should beat him to a pulp!

In the second minute of stoppage time, Tang Long drew out three Juventus defenders in front of the penalty area, then flicked the ball with his heel. Nasri understood perfectly, dribbled into the penalty area, and fired a low shot that once again broke through Buffon's defense.

4:0!

Nasri was overjoyed to finally score his first goal of the season.

He immediately took off his jersey, not caring about getting a yellow card, and rushed towards the side of the stands waving his jersey.

"I scored! Nasri finally scored! Hahahaha!"

Seeing Nasri's smug expression, Tang Long sighed inwardly.

Oh, poor fellow.

Enjoy the fans' cheers for you one last time at the Etihad.

After celebrating, Nasri turned around and saw Toure right next to him.

"Brother Toure, I scored! I finally scored!" Nasri opened his arms to Toure.

He originally intended to share his joy with Toure, the leader of the French-speaking Faction;

To his surprise, Toure didn't accept his hug, or even smile at him. He just gave him a cold look and then turned and left.

Nasri's hands froze in mid-air, looking puzzled. Seeing Sterling walking back, he rushed over and grabbed Sterling's shoulder.

"Little guy, Tang already helped me out, it's your turn to help next time!"

Sterling glared at him disdainfully, then shrugged Nasri's hand and walked away.

Nasri was incredulous at being met with indifference from his teammates twice in a row.

No!

Hey guys, I scored! Why aren't you congratulating me?

Nasri was completely baffled.

However, after a second thought, he immediately felt relieved.

"Hmph, you're just jealous of me. When I first came to Manchester City, a lot of people were just as jealous. Although I'm not young anymore, I didn't give myself the title of the top of the Four Little Geniuses of France. That's what the media says. You're just jealous that my form has improved and you're worried that I'll take your place, aren't you?"

At this moment, Tang Long took the initiative to run over.

He high-fived Nasri to congratulate him.

Seeing Tang Long's magnanimous demeanor, Nasri was deeply moved.

Nasri, still completely unaware, had no idea that Tang Long had obtained irrefutable evidence of his secret filming and had even held a self-criticism meeting with the entire team, effectively sealing his fate.

He still thought Tang Long had genuinely come to congratulate him. Nasri felt a pang of guilt. "Sigh, how have I treated Tang?" he thought, "But how has Tang treated me?"

If there is an afterlife, I really want to be a good person!

"Nasri, how was my assist? How about you shine my shoes for me?"

Faced with Tang Long's request, Nasri squatted down without hesitation, gently lifted Tang Long's right foot and placed it on his knee, pretending to wipe his shoes back and forth with both hands.

She would occasionally look up and give Tang Long a fawning laugh.

Watching Nasri's dazed look as he intently polished his shoes...

Tang Long was immediately delighted.

You hated me for taking your position and were jealous that I could play as a starter without extra training. Back then, you hated me to the core and even went so far as to become a mole, the Sun, all to ruin my reputation and take the position yourself.

I just gave you a random assist right now, and it broke your goal drought. And you're kneeling down and obediently polishing my shoes.

Some people's faces are just like their butts!

The referee blew the final whistle.

In the fifth round of the UEFA Champions League Group B match, Juventus, who came to the Etihad with great ambitions and wanted to make a spectacular comeback, were instead slapped hard by Manchester City, sending them crashing to the ground!

Italy goalkeeper Buffon looked like a soulless corpse, his face ashen.

He walked along in a daze, muttering to himself nervously:

"This can't be real, this can't be real..."

Losing is not terrible.

Throughout his career, Buffon has experienced countless defeats far more devastating than this.

But to have his confidence completely crushed and his mentality broken like this by Manchester City —or more precisely, Tang Long —is a first for the 37-year-old Buffon!

Tang Long walked over to Buffon with a smile, wanting to say a few words of comfort to him.

Upon seeing Tang Long approach, before Tang Long could even place his hand on Buffon's shoulder, the usually sluggish Buffon suddenly shrank back, trembling all over, and ran away in a flash.

Because I was running so fast, one of my gloves fell to the ground.

His disheveled appearance caused Kompany behind him to burst into laughter.

"Buffon! I look forward to seeing you again in the knockout stages!"

The course of this match also secretly pleased Kompany.

He was incredibly grateful for his actions in supporting Tang Long at home a few days ago.

As the team captain, Kompany had already figured it out.

Although Kolarov is the nominal leader of the Italian-speaking Faction, the true soul of the Italian-speaking Faction is Tang Long!

A young and promising player like Tang Long deserves a high status at Manchester City; this is an advantage that Tang Long's ability gives him.

Besides supporting Tang Long because of his exceptional strength, Kompany had another reason: he also wanted to teach the French-speaking Faction led by Toure a lesson!

Due to historical reasons, many Black Africans outside of France also speak French, so the French-speaking Faction has deep roots within Manchester City, occupying many key positions on the field for many years.

They frequently engaged in Spanish-speaking Faction of the team, resulting in a tense atmosphere in the locker room.

Using Nasri as a starting point to deliver a heavy blow to the French-speaking Faction was Kompany's responsibility as captain.

Only by maintaining a balance of power among the various gangs in the locker room can Kompany hold onto his position as captain for a long time and be loved by all sides.

At that moment, Nasri skipped and hopped past Kompany, rushing towards the lovely female fans who were clapping for him, showering them with romantic French kisses.

The France star is unaware that his career at Manchester City has already been sealed.

After this UEFA Champions League match against Juventus, the sword of Chris hanging over his head will fall hard and pierce his skull!

"Enjoy the cheers from the Etihad fans one last time, poor kid."

Kompany stared at Nasri's retreating figure with a regretful look for a long time, his eyes filled with Nasri of the past five years, both in life and on the pitch.

All of this will soon vanish like smoke.

Pellegrini made a last-minute decision to have Nasri, who scored his first goal of the season, attend the post-match press conference with him.

The intention was to encourage the player.

This was Nasri's first press conference of the season, and such treatment was tantamount to giving him another starting opportunity, which thrilled him!

When faced with reporters' questions, Nasri spoke eloquently and with a radiant smile, reminiscent of his spirited debut when he first joined Manchester City.

When asked by reporters what the secret to Manchester City's victory was, Nasri was in high spirits.

"Unity!"

"The secret to victory is unity!"

"As you can see, Manchester City is an incredibly united team. We all love and support each other like brothers."

"Whether it's the players on the field or their teammates on the bench, everyone is of one mind!"

"Everyone in our locker room is very simple-minded. Everyone's goal is to win a game. There's none of the messy stuff that other teams have."

At this point, someone mentioned Tang Long, who had given Nasri his first goal of the season.

Nasri cleared his throat loudly and solemnly answered the reporter's question:

"Tang is definitely our most hardworking, fastest, and most aggressive player on the court."

"Tang and I have a very good relationship. We are inseparable brothers, both on and off the court. We talk about everything!"

"Tang was featured twice in the Sun? Please, the Sun is a piece of dog shit, all it does is chase trends and traffic. That disgusting media should have gone out of business long ago. I, Nasri, will never forgive the Sun!"

"Expectations for the future?"

"Haha, I promise you all that this first goal of the season is just the beginning of Nasri resurgence, and I am very confident about my future at Manchester City!"

"With hard work, I absolutely believe I can become an indispensable member of Manchester City, this champion team!"