Still Dare to Fight Back? Tang Long Subbed In, 28 Flashes, What the F*** is a Comeback!
However, Agüero did not score as quickly as he had hoped after coming on.
After a 15-minute halftime break, Arsenal's players regained some of their energy and gradually calmed down.
They knew that even now, many people were not entirely satisfied with Wenger and harbored some complaints;
However, if you wear an Arsenal jersey and get thrashed by Manchester City at home, or even suffer a humiliating defeat, it won't do you any good in terms of personal interests!
A team's declining performance will also reduce its market value, resulting in less attractive salaries when players renew contracts or transfer to other teams.
Led by midfield maestro Cazorla, Arsenal began to gain momentum.
55th minute of the second half.
Cazorla delivered a precise through ball, finding Welbeck who had cut inside from the left flank!
Welbeck feinted past Kolarov and then swept across the middle lane.
Sanchez met the ball, feigning a shot, but at the last moment his legs slipped through!
Behind him, Spain player Cazorla, known for his long-range shots, took a volley without controlling the ball, and goalkeeper Bravo couldn't react in time, watching the ball fly into the corner of the net!
"Beautiful!" Wenger exclaimed with delight.
It's 1-3 now, this game still has a long way to go!
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Good heavens, Arsenal are about to counterattack!
- [Haha, I told you 3-0 wasn't a sure thing, now the game is getting exciting!]
Arsenal are gaining momentum, while Manchester City have struggled to produce any threatening shots since Agüero came on.
- [Let's have an amazing comeback! It's been so long since the Istanbul Miracle happened!]
If Arsenal can turn this around, it would be a miracle for the Emirates!
This goal pleased Wenger greatly; he loosened his tie and breathed a slight sigh of relief.
The fluid combination play between Welbeck, Sanchez, and Cazorla that we just played was something he had never seen before in the first half.
When the team was down 0-3, Cazorla made it 1-3.
While this goal is far from a comeback, it's a shot in the arm, telling Arsenal's players that Manchester City is not invincible and their goal can still be breached!
Seeing the team concede goals in two consecutive matches, their perfect record of not conceding a goal in the first four games of the season has long since vanished;
Guardiola simply let go of his mental burden and went all out to fight Wenger.
He thought to himself, "The score of 1:3 is very delicate, for both sides. I must nip this delicate feeling in the bud as soon as possible!"
Guardiola called Tang Long, who was warming up on the sidelines, over, whispered a few words in his ear, and then the fourth official raised the substitution board.
Sterling down, Tang Long up!
The moment the substitution occurred, the number of viewers in LeSports broadcast room surged by 54.56%!
-[They're here! They've finally arrived!]
-[It's already past 11 o'clock, I was almost asleep, but Tang Long's appearance woke me up!]
If Tang Long doesn't play, who's going to watch Manchester City's games?
- [Manchester City conceded a goal as soon as Agüero came on. Let's see how Tang Long's appearance will affect things?]
-[I have a feeling the score will definitely change!]
-[Nonsense, both sides are going all out and attacking, it's bound to be a big win!]
After high-fiving Sterling on the sidelines, Tang Long ran onto the field, relayed Guardiola's instructions to Ranocchia and Sterling, Gündoğan then looked towards the Emirates Stadium stands.
Arsenal's red and white flags were waved again, and the boos turned into cheers!
Tang Long thought to himself, "Heh, trying to turn the tables? You're the ones who chose to fight back. Don't blame me for using too much force later."
After Tang Long entered the game, he quickly adapted to the rhythm of the match, constantly turning his head left and right to observe the positioning of his teammates and opponents.
Manchester City launched an attack at that moment.
The midfielders executed a series of exquisite passes, the ball moving like a nimble sprite at their feet, making full use of the width of the pitch and leaving Arsenal's players disoriented, gradually revealing weaknesses in their defense.
The camera cuts to Gündoğan.
He received the ball securely in midfield, and Arsenal players quickly surrounded him, forming an impenetrable wall of defenders.
Gündoğan remained calm and composed, deftly tossing the ball with his toes, his eyes scanning the entire field like a hawk, not missing a single detail.
In a split second, just as the Arsenal players were certain he was going to make a routine pass, Gündoğan suddenly twisted his body, changed direction, and found an opening to accelerate!
The Germany midfielder isn't particularly fast, but his acceleration creates a change in rhythm.
Having found a gap in Arsenal's midfield, the defenders were caught off guard by the sudden change of direction, staggered, lost their balance, and reacted a beat too slow, leaving them only able to watch Gündoğan's retreating figure with envy.
Gündoğan through ball!
Agüero and charged forward with all his might.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the baseline with lightning speed. The ball was still rolling and was about to pass by his toes.
At that moment, images from countless drills on the tactics board flashed through his mind, and he shouted, "Inverted triangle!"
He planned to pass the ball back in a triangular shape to Gündoğan, who was still making a run forward, so that he could unleash a powerful shot from the edge of the penalty area.
However, fate seemed to play a little joke at this moment.
Gündoğan's pass was a little too far ahead, and the ball, like a wild horse, galloped towards the byline.
Agüero chased after the ball at breakneck speed, but his body, propelled by inertia, couldn't fully twist. In his haste, his mind was on the edge of the penalty area, but his foot swept the ball towards the near post instead.
"Oops, I didn't control it properly!"
A sigh escaped his lips.
But no one expected that from the moment Tang Long stepped onto the field, the AI System in his brain was constantly counting data and generating various predictions.
He kept a close eye on Agüero's every move, especially his body language when passing the ball.
Just as Agüero lifted his foot, a voice flashed through Tang Long's mind:
[Pass the ball towards the near post!]
With his unparalleled ability to anticipate, he started a second earlier and sprinted towards the front point like an arrow released from a bow!
He was incredibly fast, leaving deep footprints on the grass beneath his feet.
Koscielny also sensed the danger, his eyes widened, and he quickly followed, extending his foot to block it;
However, his absolute speed was only slightly over 80, which was already slower than Tang Long's. Without starting in advance, he could only watch helplessly as Tang Long ran further and further away, unable to catch up no matter what!
Tang Long rushed to the near post, met the incoming ball, and without the slightest hesitation, decisively took a shot.
"Bang!"
With that kick, the football shot out like a cannonball, whistling through the air, straight into the top corner of the goal.
Ospina couldn't react in time and could only watch helplessly as the ball flew right over his forehead.
He instinctively raised his hands, a gesture that resembled a desperate surrender. Then, he slowly knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with helplessness and resentment.
Agüero rushed towards Tang Long and said, "Good run! I knew you'd try to get to the front!"
Goal!
"Tang Long scored as soon as he came on the field!"
"At this point, it had been less than 30 seconds since he entered the game, to be precise, 28 seconds!"
He spoke at an astonishing speed, as if he wanted to convey his excitement to every audience member in the shortest amount of time.
"I thought Agüero was going to pass a triangular pass to Gündoğan, but he passed it to the near post instead. How strange!"
As he spoke, he waved his script, his enthusiasm growing ever stronger, spittle flying from his lips, filling the entire commentary room with his passion.
"Agüero's unexpected pass, and Tang Long's quick shot were exceptionally crisp and clean!"
Zhang Lu sat to the side, slowly pulled out a tissue, and wiped the spittle that had splashed onto his face.
He smiled slightly, thinking to himself that Zhan Jun was still so easily excited; there was nothing to be surprised about.
Then, he smiled calmly and said, "It's not surprising. Agüero and Tang Long's combination play at the near post is clearly something they've intentionally practiced in training, which is why they can execute it so skillfully."
Just 28 seconds!
Tang Long scored with his first touch!
Even the Arsenal fans at the Emirates Stadium were stunned by the incredible speed and efficiency. A moment of silence fell, and the stadium became as quiet as a library, with only the sounds of Manchester City fans celebrating and the roars of the 2,000 Expeditionary Army fans.
Arsenal's players looked dejected.
The flame of hope that had been ignited after seeing the first goal pulled one back seemed to have been mercilessly extinguished by Tang Long's goal.
They walked with their heads down, their steps heavy, as if all their strength had been drained away.
Wenger stood on the sidelines, his face filled with helplessness and shock.
A hint of confusion flickered in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.
He didn't expect that after Tang Long came on, Manchester City would deal another heavy blow to Arsenal so quickly.
Professor Wenger unconsciously clenched his fists, then slowly unclenched them, a mix of emotions swirling in his mind. "Why is it this China guy again? Last season, this season, it's the same every time we play Manchester City. Why is it him again!"
The score is now 4-1.
The time has reached 65 minutes.
At this moment, Wenger looked blankly up at the sky, caught in a struggle.
As the founder of Britain possession-based football, he was unwilling to accept defeat against Guardiola's Manchester City and wanted to continue the attacking style, hoping to score another goal with a beautiful combination like Welbeck, Sanchez, and Cazorla.
But when the chants of "Wenger out" rang out again behind him, Wenger felt a pang of inner turmoil—once they went to attack, gaps in their defense would inevitably be exposed. If the score widened again, reaching 1-5, or even 1-6, such a humiliating defeat would not only deter the fans, but the owner himself might actually be sacked...
While Wenger and his assistant coach were discussing whether to attack or defend,
Tang Long saw Ranocchia's pass just outside the penalty area, met the rolling ball, and with a backheel flick, dribbled past the defender!
Koscielny couldn't keep up with Tang Long's speed again, losing control of both the ball and the player, and could only watch helplessly as Tang Long took his first step into the penalty area and unleashed a powerful shot with his second!
Swish!
The net vibrated and hummed with each impact.
The deep, resonant sound was jarring to the Arsenal players, constantly pounding on their confused minds...