93rd Minute! Free Kick! Tang Long's Shot, Will It Send Barca Out?

Tang Long turned around on the ground and saw Suarez's two rows of teeth gleaming sharply under the huge searchlights of the Etihad Stadium. He was immediately startled and raised his arm to slap him.

"Ah!"

Before Tang Long could make a move, he saw Suarez scream in pain, covering his mouth and rolling on the ground. Sterling, standing to the side, glared at him fiercely and wiped his own mouth.

Just as Suarez was about to bite Tang Long's shoulder, Sterling reacted quickly, shoving Suarez aside and biting him!

Suarez's bite missed Tang Long, but instead collided with Sterling's mouth.

However, Sterling was prepared. Suarez was caught off guard, so although his teeth hurt, he didn't fall to the ground. Instead, he stood up and coldly stared at Suarez.

"Dare to bite Tang? You try biting me first!"

Since Sterling bit Chiellini in last season's UEFA Champions League match, his reputation has soared, rivaling that of Suarez, and the Suarez have been dubbed "the two giants of teeth in football" by the media.

But Sterling didn't care about these teasing nicknames at all.

He was simple-minded; when Milner bullied him before, it was Tang Long who stood up for him.

Previously, when he was bullied because of his height disadvantage and physical confrontation, it was Tang Long who analyzed the clever trick of using his buttocks to stab people.

In his mind, he had long regarded Tang Long as his leader!

Sterling will never forgive anyone who tries to harm his older brother.

The Barca players swarmed around the referee.

These players are experienced; they don't necessarily want an explanation, but rather to take the opportunity to waste another minute or two and run out of time.

"Sterling bit someone, he deserves a red card, referee!"

Busquets was the loudest when his mistake led to Tang Long's goal.

However, the referee, who was only five or six meters away from the scene, saw it clearly and firmly waved his hand, saying:

"This is a mutual blame game; both sides are responsible!"

Then he turned and gave Sterling and Suarez a yellow card each.

Live stream room.

[Haha, what a spectacle in football! Suarez and Sterling are biting each other!]

-[I laughed. Is this a dog-eat-dog fight?]

-[Everyone says it's not unusual for people to bite each other, but it's unusual for people to bite dogs. I think the most unusual thing today is people biting people!]

-[Alright, these two have probably started a feud!]

- [We need to interview Chiellini now. Why are both of football's biggest stars at some point in their careers at his hands?]

-[Food from the Apennine Peninsula has nourished the people of both Uruguay and England...]

Suarez stood up and saw Sterling glaring at him with bloodshot eyes like an angry little dinosaur. A chill ran down his spine, and the courage to argue vanished. He left dejectedly, consoling himself, "Even though I got bitten and received a yellow card, at least I stopped Don's shot. It's not a complete loss!"

After this incident was resolved.

The time has reached 93 minutes and 30 seconds.

The referee glanced at his watch, exchanged a few words with the fourth official over his headset, and it seemed to him that the game would be almost over after this free kick.

Tang Long held the ball, ready to take the free kick.

Sterling walked over, spat out the blood in his mouth, and hissed twice. "Tang, give us a last-minute winner and get Barca out of here!" he said to Tang Long, covering his mouth.

Busquets walked by again, intending to say a few trash words to Tang Long to distract him and reduce his shooting threat;

Seeing Tang Long's agile physique and recalling his two brilliant goals, the trash talk that was about to come out of his throat was swallowed back, and a sense of tension arose spontaneously.

"You're not going to score a last-minute winner against us, are you? Forget it, Tang. Whether Barca plays or not won't affect Manchester City," Busquets muttered softly.

Tang Long smirked. "Don't want me to score? Beg me then."

Busquets felt a chill run down his spine. For a moment, he really wanted to beg Tang Long to let Barca off the hook.

But seeing Tang Long's disdainful gaze, the Spain midfielder felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation. "I'm a key player for both Barca and the Spain national team. You expect me to beg a 20-year-old kid? Even if I begged him, would he let us off the hook? Sigh, I'm probably overthinking it." Busquets lowered his head and walked away in silence.

At this moment, Tang Long was the center of attention.

A chorus of boos erupted at the Etihad Stadium.

"Score one!"

"Tang, get one in!"

"Hahaha, Tang is going to lead us to a comeback, Barca is going to be eliminated!"

The Barca fans in the corner of the stands held their breath and prayed silently. Many of them turned their backs, not daring to look at Tang Long standing in front of the ball, just like Neymar on the Barca bench.

"Don't go in! You really can't go in..."

"God bless us, Barca, and may we qualify smoothly!"

"Go Ter Stegen, charge out!"

"No, we really don't want to play in the UEFA Europa League..."

At the same time.

After the match at the Borussia Park.

They were all gathered around the substitutes' bench, with two tablets on their seats. About twenty people were watching the Manchester City vs. Barca match on the other side.

At the same time, none of the 50,000 Monchengladbach fans left the stadium!

At this crucial time, they must stand with the team through thick and thin.

Now, it's up to Manchester City!

"Manchester City get a free kick! The chance has come!" Rafael shouted excitedly as his team equalized.

He was Monchengladbach's savior in this match. If it weren't for his equalizing goal in the 80th minute, Monchengladbach would have been eliminated from the group stage and would have had to play in the UEFA Europa League. Why would they care about Barca's win or loss then?

But things are different now!

If Manchester City can overturn Barca's lead at the last minute, Monchengladbach will advance to the next round with a one-point advantage over Barca!

Striker Rafael was Monchengladbach's savior tonight, but he has done everything he could. Now, all eyes are on Tang Long.

They were hoping for a miracle!

Like the Barca players on the bench, many of the Monchengladbach players also turned their backs, not daring to look at the tablet screen.

When the fate of the entire team rests on the shoulders of a player who has absolutely no connection to the team, the sense of powerlessness, the sense of anticipation, the desire for a miracle to happen, yet the feeling of being able to only pray, is truly indescribable.

On the screen.

Tang Long's handsome profile is consistently featured in close-up shots.

He was so focused that he didn't even look at the wall of players; he just kept his head down, staring at the football, as if he were thinking about something.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, gathered on the tip of his nose, and then fell onto the grass in Etihad.

"So cool!"

In the previously quiet Monchengladbach Mönchengladbach bench, Germany player Hahn suddenly shouted something.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the referee to blow the whistle. His shout startled his teammates, and striker Rafael slapped Hahn on the head, telling him to shut up.

Five meters later.

"Ju--"

As soon as the referee blew his whistle, Tang Long looked up sharply at the goal.

When Tang Long's resolute gaze was suddenly revealed in the close-up, Rafael's pupils contracted sharply. He was all too familiar with that look; it was the absolute confidence a striker had when facing a one-on-one situation, knowing the ball would definitely go in.

"Absolutely!" Rafael was overjoyed.