2 minutes 50 seconds! Tang Long breaks the Top Five Leagues' fastest hat-trick record!

Zhan Jun was startled and slammed his fist on the table, standing up abruptly!

"Gooooooal!!"

"5 to 1!!!"

"Tang Long scores twice!"

"Two goals in two minutes!"

Even the usually composed Zhang Lu couldn't help but stand up.

Although his eyesight wasn't very good, he was watching the game timer the moment Tang Long scored.

"Wrong!"

Strictly speaking, it's 1 minute and 48 seconds!

"Little Tang scored two goals in less than two minutes!"

The live stream chat exploded!

[Holy crap, they scored two goals in less than two minutes, is that brutal?]

Haha, Tang Long really makes a difference when he's on stage!

-[The goals that Agüero missed, Tang Long scored!]

[5 to 1! Is Wenger really on the verge of being sacked?]

Poor Arsenal, it looks like a massacre is about to happen.

-[What the hell? I just went outside for a smoke, and when I came back, Tang Long had already walked in twice. Waaah, could you slow down, bro?]

[Arsenal fans are saying they're not watching anymore, they can go to bed now.]

Off the field.

When Tang Long scored the first goal with a close-range shot.

Guardiola was very pleased, high -Chivu, and then talked about the goal.

"It's 5-1 now, so it's safe, right?"

"It's a sure thing," Chivu replied with a puzzled look, "But it's just that Agüero passes to the near post, Tang Long goes to the near post to shoot. It seems like we haven't practiced this tactic before?"

Guardiola, stroking his bald head, laughed loudly, "What need is there for practice, Christian? We've both played professional football. This is the unspoken understanding between stars. No need for any prior practice. Just give them the ball, and they know what to do."

Chivu nodded, looking at the dejected Arsenal players on the field, and couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety, thinking to himself:

"Luckily I came to Manchester City. If I had gone to Manchester United, I might have been beaten up by Tang Long just like that."

Wenger is already demoralized.

Just a few seconds ago, he was still thinking about whether to bring on a different striker to further strengthen the attack and pull one back;

We should try to bring on a midfielder or defender and do our best to maintain the 1-4 score, so as not to lose too badly.

Generally speaking, a score of three goals or less cannot be considered a crushing defeat.

The post-match press conference still allows for leeway and explanation, enabling the speaker to say encouraging things and avoid being heavily criticized by the media and fans.

Before the player could be replaced, Tang Long turned around and scored another one!

Wenger is too tired to say "it's him again" anymore. He's just fallen for Tang Long's tricks anyway, sigh...

Snap!

Shortly after Arsenal kicked off, Sanchez made a near-reckless cut inside from the middle, only to be blocked by the tall and long-legged Ranocchia, who sent him flying into the air!

The Chile stared wide-eyed as he tumbled through the air;

Before the player even landed, the ball was already at Gündoğan's feet.

Gündoğan, without stopping the ball, made a cross, Tang Long received it smoothly.

Manchester City intentionally sped up the pace of the game, abandoning their delicate short passes through the middle. The players all realized that Arsenal's morale was extremely low, and they had to press their advantage and fight to the death!

"Agüero!"

Tang Long caught the ball, looked up, and roared.

Agüero felt a jolt in his eardrums and, turning slightly to the side, saw Tang Long's signature leg swing when he passed the ball—a horizontal back swing with his right leg raised high, almost touching his back!

Without any hesitation, Agüero sped off.

Tang Long made this long pass from about forty meters from the opponent's goal, with his aim directly at Agüero.

Arsenal goalkeeper Ospina was suddenly startled!

What surprised him was not that Tang Long passed the ball to Agüero, but that the position of Tang Long pass, the video of Agüero running, was exactly the same as the White Whale Return Tang Long made in the previous UEFA Champions League group stage match between Manchester City and Monchengladbach!

Because it happened in the UEFA Champions League, that pass shocked the entire Europe football world, and as the goalkeeper, Ospina watched it repeatedly.

At the time, while marveling at Tang Long's unparalleled football skills, he secretly thought to himself, "When we play against Manchester City, I must defend against Tang's move and not let him succeed again."

Therefore, considering the distance, the position, and Agüero's running path, Ospina judged that Tang Long was about to use the same trick again!

The ball's trajectory confirmed his prediction—the ball was clearly faster than Agüero's forward momentum, and its landing point was estimated to be at the edge of his own penalty area.

With the ball about to fall, Ospina decided he couldn't wait any longer and had to attack immediately!

"Koscielny is definitely not as fast Agüero. If I don't rush out early to win the first ball and kick it out of bounds, I'm afraid I'll be giving away a one-on-one opportunity!"

"Wow, Ospina is charging in!"

"His attack was very decisive; it seems he predicted the landing point in advance!"

"That pass was a bit too long..."

"Huh???"

"Why did the ball suddenly drop?"

Ospina missed a bye!

"Oh dear, this, this, haha!"

Ospina rushed out, watching the football hurtling towards him. When the ball got close enough, his heart skipped a beat.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world seemed to consist only of him and the ball flying through the air.

This was the most unforgettable moment of his football career, every second stretched out infinitely.

He saw it clearly! The football flying from the sky didn't have the topspin he expected, but rather backspin!

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Ospina exclaimed in alarm!

A terrifying thought flashed through his mind like lightning, startling him so much that he gasped and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He wanted to run back immediately, but he was rushing forward too fast, and with the help of inertia, it wasn't so easy to reverse. He had no choice but to take a gamble and grit his teeth and keep rushing forward.

As expected, the football, under the influence of backspin, accelerated, then suddenly dipped, falling prematurely and rushing forward.

Agüero momentarily confused; why wasn't the ball bouncing back? He slowed down, allowing Koscielny to catch up from behind.

With nowhere left to retreat, Ospina steeled himself and launched himself forward like a cannonball, attempting to turn the tide with a flying tackle.

However, fate showed him no mercy; the flying tackle was too late.

The football landed just a meter in front of him, bounced, and then, like a bolt of lightning, whistled past his ear. The whooshing sound was like a mockery from the devil, the most desperate sound Ospina had ever heard on the football field in recent years.

"Unbelievable!"

"Ospina's attack missed completely!"

"The ball bounced off the ground and flew over his head!"

Ospina got up and went back to chase after them!

"How could he possibly catch up!"

Goal!

"This is a super, super, huge mistake!"

The football bounced up, followed an arc, bounced again, and finally hit the goal line before embracing the net.

6 to 1!

Tang Long scores with a 40-meter lob shot!

The moment the ball bounced over Ospina's head, Tang Long knew he had it.

He clenched his fists, watched the ball go into the net, felt a surge of energy, and sprinted forward. When he was still some distance from the corner flag, he suddenly slid down his knees for a long distance.

The hearts of 2,000 Blue Moon fans were ignited by Tang Long's passion!

Because his slide wasn't a simple slide; during the slide, he actually opened his arms wide, as if he were embracing them!

"Tang!"

"Tang!"

"Chinatang!"

The three shouts of Tang Long from a mere two thousand people, when combined, sounded like rolling thunder, deafening and awe-inspiring throughout the entire Emirates Stadium!

At this moment, he was the focus of the entire stadium; the whole Emirates Stadium, no, the whole of London, was swirling around him!

Tang Long stood up and slowly walked to the nearest camera. Facing the lens, he leisurely made a "3" gesture.

Hat trick!

Agüero stood there dumbfounded, his legs seemingly nailed to the ground, unable to move. "What did I just see? This ball... it didn't seem to be passed to me. Was it a deliberate lob shot?"

Arsenal's players couldn't believe their eyes.

Although Ospina had already been penetrated five times.

The first five goals conceded were mainly due to Manchester City's beautiful shots. Ospina's problem wasn't actually that big. Even if Buffon or Casillas were in goal, they might not have scored one less goal.

But that goal we just conceded was such a basic mistake, how could it happen to the steady Ospina? It shouldn't be like that...

"What's wrong with him? Was he drunk yesterday?" Arsenal midfield maestro Cazorla shook his head helplessly.

But only Ospina himself knew that rather than calling the attack a mistake on his part, it was more accurate to say that he had been tricked by Tang Long!

Guardiola clutched his head, staring blankly at Tang Long.

This long-range lob shot thrilled Guardiola, but what shocked him even more was the timing of Tang Long's hat-trick.

"How did he score three in just a few minutes?" Guardiola said to his assistant coach Chivu. "Ask the referee how long those goals took. I feel like it was only three or four minutes."

During Chivu's conversation with the fourth official.

Guardiola kept his head in his hands, his thoughts drifting back to the entire year of the Bundesliga season.

That was in the sixth round, Bayern faced Wolfsburg.

Poland striker Lewandowski scored five goals in nine minutes.

Guardiola at that time also made the same gesture of holding his head, just like he does now.

At that moment, Guardiola actually saw a resemblance Lewandowski in Tang Long!

He tried hard to recall, "After Lewandowski scored three goals, it took four minutes. From my perspective, it seemed like Don's hat-trick was even a little faster?"

After confirming Tang Long's goal time with the fourth official, Chivu looked surprised. He then chatted with the referee for a while, his expression shifting between joy and disbelief. Finally, he shook hands with the referee with a smile and ran back to hug Guardiola.

"Pep! Tang is going to be on the front page!"

"He scored a hat trick; he's definitely going to be on the front page."

"No, I mean the timing of his goal. I felt it was even faster than Lewandowski's, wasn't it?"

Seeing Guardiola's expectant expression, Chivu laughed heartily:

"You're too conservative, Pep! I confirm, Tang scored a hat-trick in just 2 minutes and 50 seconds, breaking the record for the fastest hat-trick in the Top Five Leagues, previously held by Mane at 2 minutes and 56 seconds, set two seasons ago!"