Serie A Debut Goal! Even Rival Guarin Is Stunned!

The football has a 65.38% chance of being cleared at the near post, and a 34.62% chance of falling to the far post!

Tang Long had no time to analyze the basis upon which the AI System in his brain waves made its judgment.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Long had to take a gamble!

Even if there was only a one-third chance of it falling to the far post, it was a good opportunity worth trying!

In set-piece tactics, Tang Long's original position was to guard the edge of the penalty area, compete for second balls, and simultaneously mark opponents to prevent them from launching counterattacks after clearing the ball.

Seeing Tang Long leave his position, the Japanese full-back Nagatomo Yuto, who was trailing at the back, felt his heart skip a beat.

"The edge of the arc is empty, Tang!" he shouted anxiously.

At this moment, the ball was already falling toward the near post.

Bologna's defensive midfielder Davis and Icardi jumped simultaneously to compete for the first ball!

Why did the AI System's judgment indicate a 65.38% chance of it being cleared at the near post?

Because Davis was in a good enough position!

He was already standing at the near post, while Icardi had circled from the center to the near post, putting him at a disadvantage in terms of movement distance.

Barring any surprises, the 183cm-tall Davis could easily clear this ball.

However, why was there a 34.62% chance of the football falling to the far post?

This was because the AI System detected that Davis, having suffered two elbow strikes to his head and chest, was performing below his normal competitive state!

In particular, the elbow strike to his temple had made Davis's reaction speed slightly sluggish.

Based on real-time data, the AI System predicted that there was nearly a one-third chance that Davis would misjudge the header!

"Mine!"

Davis leaped high, let out a loud shout, and swung his head hard, intending to head the ball back into Inter Milan's half.

Whoosh—

The football grazed right past his hair!

As expected, Davis had misjudged the header!

His judgment of the ball's landing spot was a fatal error, causing his timing for the jump to be too late!

The moment he missed the ball, Davis felt a chill in his heart; it was over...

Right behind him was Icardi, who had jumped at the same time!

As the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Icardi possessed top-tier judgment for landing spots; even though Davis missing the ball in front of him had thrown him off slightly, the Argentine star still managed to reach it!

A standard center-forward's near-post flick-on header!

The football, carrying intense velocity, grazed Icardi's sweat-drenched forehead, and with the rapid rotation of his head, both the speed and direction of the ball changed!

The height also changed, and the ball flew toward the far post!

"No one there, don't panic!"

Bologna employed a typical man-marking tactic in the penalty area, with one defender marking one Inter Milan player.

In the defensive line they had set up, all Inter Milan players were tightly marked, and everyone assumed the ball would spin out past the goal line.

Just as everyone thought the situation was calm.

A blue and black figure appeared like a phantom on the path of the ball at the far post!

It was Tang Long!

He exerted all his strength, tightened his lower abdomen, and leaped with his calf tendons taut!

The moment the football struck his forehead, Tang Long couldn't see the goalkeeper at all, but he could see the knotted white nylon ropes of the goal net up close, trembling slightly, as if a mother reaching out her arms to her child!

Come! This is the place!

Bang!

Two meters from the goal, Tang Long rolled into the net along with the ball!

He lay on the ground and looked out of the goal.

A dozen people in the penalty area, more than twenty pairs of eyes, were all staring straight at him!

The faces of the Bologna players were filled with terror!

The faces of his Inter Milan teammates were filled with joyful surprise!

Upon hearing the whistle for the goal, Tang Long instantly jumped up, grabbed the football, rushed out of the goal, and kicked it high into the sky!

"Goal, I scored a goal!!!"

All the Inter Milan players rushed toward him!

Icardi was the fastest, diving in and tackling Tang Long directly to the ground.

"Haha, your match-winner, I gave you the assist!"

The thirty thousand home fans in Bologna were deathly silent.

It was as quiet as a library.

Only the roars of the Inter Milan players echoed across the pitch.

Mancini clutched his head with both hands and asked his assistant coach, Herrera, "My God, why was Tang in that position? In our set-piece tactics, he was clearly supposed to be guarding the edge of the arc!"

"I don't know," Herrera said, excitedly hugging Mancini, "but he scored anyway! Boss, we might just snatch a late winner against Bologna!"

After the kickoff, the match reached the 84th minute, and the game remained intense.

The leading Inter Milan side began to play conservatively, dropping back appropriately, while Bologna went all-in and pushed forward. The tempo of the match became frantic for a time, with Inter Milan's goal under siege several times, and Tang Long also tracked back actively to participate in the defense.

Neither the players on the pitch, those on the sidelines, nor the coaches had time to analyze how Tang Long scored that goal, or why he had appeared like a ghost at the back post of the opponent's penalty area—they only knew that this position did not originally belong to him.

However, many viewers in front of their televisions were savoring the goal in detail.

For instance, Guarin, who was watching the live broadcast at home in Milan!

Ever since Tang Long scored that header at the back post, Guarin had no interest in watching the rest of the match.

He repeatedly dragged the progress bar back to watch the replay of the goal.

At first, seeing Inter Milan finally take the lead, Guarin instinctively raised his arms and cheered!

But when he saw clearly that the scorer was Tang Long, Guarin's expression suddenly darkened!

It didn't look good!

It must be known that the relationship between Guarin and Tang Long had always been poor.

Moreover, due to weight issues, Guarin had not made the squad list for this match.

In the 4-3-1-2 formation, the one replacing Guarin in that position was none other than Tang Long!

In Guarin's view, how should he put it, sigh...

It felt like a nail had been driven into his little heart.

Especially when he saw that Tang Long had also scored—and it might even be the game-winner—Guarin's heart was bleeding profusely!

"How is that possible!"

"How could he possibly appear in that position!"

"Why was he the only one at the back post? Did the Bologna defenders go brain-dead?"

Guarin even began to blame the opponent's defensive line for not being focused.

However, after the Colombian star watched the replay six or seven times, he still managed to spot a few nuances.

Guarin was surprised to discover two things that left him feeling puzzled!

First, the moment Brozovic sent the ball in, Tang Long had already left his original position at the edge of the penalty arc and was sneaking toward the back post.

Second, Davis had a significantly better position than Icardi. The moment he jumped high, Guarin noticed that the other players, including the Bologna defenders, had let their guard down, assuming that Davis would surely clear the ball.

Even their striker Destro had already started sprinting forward, preparing to chase the landing spot outside the penalty area.

But only Tang Long!

He was the only one on the entire pitch who acted with such urgency, sprinting toward the back post as if his life depended on it, even leaping into the air for those final few steps!

In the end, Davis misjudged the header, Icardi flicked it on, and Tang Long gratefully tapped it into the empty net.

"Ahhh, this kid, he seems... he seems to have known in advance that the ball would definitely go to the back post!"

Guarin pulled at his hair with both hands, falling into a state of disarray.