Kill Buffon, Step on Dog Head! Tang Long, Clad in Armor, Like a Victorious God of War!

Manchester International Airport.

A flight from Turin, trailing a long white contrail like a giant silver bird, slowly landed on the runway.

It taxied smoothly and finally came to a steady stop at the designated position.

The cabin door slowly opened, the gangway gently lowered, and the entire Juventus team, dressed in sharp suits, walked down the gangway in an orderly fashion.

Within the Juventus team, numerous Italy players have attracted particular attention.

Chiellini, with his tall and imposing figure, resembled a majestic mountain peak, and his full beard added to his ruggedness and fortitude;

Bonucci stood ramrod straight, his deep gaze revealing composure and calmness;

Buffon, the football legend, embodies the spirit of a great general with every step he takes.

They were tall and imposing, with deep-set, sculpted features, high noses, and deep-set eyes—each a typical Europe male model. Every gesture they made exuded a unique charm, drawing the attention of the surrounding travelers.

While it's hard to say that Juventus came to Manchester from Turin with an absolute determination to win, Juventus entire team was certainly ambitious.

"We missed an opportunity in 2015, and this time, no matter who the opponent is, we absolutely cannot miss it again!" Buffon encouraged everyone.

He practiced penalty kicks thousands of times with key forwards like Higuain and Dybala.

With countless diving saves and meticulous analysis of penalty kick trajectories, Buffon's penalty save rate is astonishingly high.

Those top strikers who are usually so formidable on the field gradually lost their confidence when facing Buffon.

Higuain, the former Serie A top scorer, remarked with a mixture of helplessness and admiration, "Buffon, if I were taking a penalty, I really didn't want you to be the one in front of the goal. You're like an insurmountable wall, making me feel hopeless."

Upon hearing this, Buffon secretly rejoiced, a slight smile playing on his lips. He thought to himself, "It's no use talking like that. This time in Manchester City, I'll make Tang Long feel the same way, and let him know that I, Buffon, will avenge my humiliation!"

Buffon, carrying his luggage, strode confidently at the head of the group as captain.

He wore sunglasses, had his hair slicked back, and his face was shiny with oil. He strode forward with long legs, looking like a spirited middle-aged man.

He was the tallest player in the entire Juventus team, and his strides were so long and fast that his teammates couldn't keep up with him.

"Let me show you UK what a real Italy heartthrob looks like!" A slight smile played on Buffon's lips.

As the team's leader, Buffon led the entire Juventus team into the airport terminal in a grand procession.

Even when we were still a hundred meters from the exit, we could hear a great deal of noise.

Buffon turned his head, slightly pulled down the frame of his sunglasses with his index finger, glanced sideways at his teammates behind him, and smiled:

"Haha, didn't expect that, did you? Juventus still has a lot of fans in UK!"

Behind him, young Dybala looked utterly astonished, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Impossible! Juventus have fans in Manchester? This is Manchester City's territory!"

Dybala is still young and relatively inexperienced. In his mind, having a large number of fans in the opponent's home city seems like an unlikely thing.

Seeing Dybala's surprised expression, Higuain chuckled and patted him on the shoulder, saying with an air of experience, "You don't understand, Dybala. When I was at Real Madrid, not only when we went to Manchester, but also to France, Germany, and anywhere else in Europe, there were always enthusiastic fans waiting for us at the airport. You'll gradually understand that feeling of being surrounded by fans."

Higuain recalled his glorious past at Real Madrid, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"But that's Real Madrid! Can Juventus compare to Real Madrid?" Dybala blurted out.

Buffon glared at him instantly and snapped, "Little Dybala, what do you know!"

"Real Madrid is the dominant force in Spain, and we at Juventus are the dominant force in Italy. We are both the supreme teams in our respective leagues. Like Real Madrid, our Juventus fans are all over the world, and you shouldn't doubt that at all."

Finally Buffon, slightly annoyed, recounted to Dybala many scenes of Juventus receiving a warm welcome from away fans when they played away games in the past. As they talked, the group walked towards the exit. Turning around, Buffon's eyes lit up.

"See what I told you? These UK are here to welcome us!"

Dybala looked up and was startled by what he saw.

All I could see was a huge crowd, easily over a thousand people.

They mostly had bald heads, blond hair, red noses, and thick necks—typical UK features.

Dybala couldn't help but admire Buffon, thinking, "Buffon is indeed very knowledgeable and has seen far more of the world than I have. I should have been so ignorant and doubtful just now."

Thinking of this, Dybala stretched out his hand and gently slapped his face as a form of self-punishment.

Hello, Manchester fans!

Buffon was in high spirits, pushing his sunglasses up to his head, opening his arms wide, and smiling broadly as he wanted to high-five the fans next to him;

He assumed these people were all supporters of his team and that a warm interaction was about to take place.

However, just as he pushed his sunglasses off, the scene before him became exceptionally clear.

Suddenly, as if by magic, the UK fans in the stadium produced posters from seemingly nowhere. In an instant, hundreds, even thousands, of posters were displayed in front of the Juventus players, creating a truly spectacular scene.

This poster is none other than a depiction of three scenarios of Tang Long and Buffon facing off at the penalty spot: two Panenka penalties, one where the supporting foot makes a mis-touch (presumably "one supporting foot makes a mistake"), and one where the supporting foot mysteriously touches the ball before shooting. The poster's creator cleverly freezes the image at the moment when Buffon makes a scramble to save the ball.

"Welcome to Manchester, Italy!"

On behalf of your old friend Tang, I extend my greetings to you!

"Do you still want the Panenka penalty kick?"

"Goalkeeper Buffon, your nightmare is about to begin again!"

Buffon's body trembled slightly, his outstretched arms frozen in place.

When the image of himself desperately trying to save someone, his face contorted in rage, appeared on the poster, it was like a storm hitting his eyes. His eyes, already deep-set, were so shocked that his pupils seemed to shrink back a centimeter.

The other Juventus players on the scene, such as Dybala, Bonucci, Higuain, were also stunned and stood there in place.

Dybala's smile, which hadn't completely faded before the sudden turn of events, froze on his face, making him look particularly comical.

Higuain's face suddenly darkened, his throat bobbed, he wanted to laugh but felt it was inappropriate, and finally couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle softly.

Although he felt the scene was somewhat unfair to Buffon, he was also genuinely amused by the dramatic turn of events.

"Buffon, Buffon, Buffon who loves to eat spoons!"

"Buffon, Buffon, Buffon who loves to eat spoons!"

"Buffon, Buffon, Buffon who's always getting played by Don!"

The fans at the scene were clearly well-prepared; everyone had their hands on each other's shoulders, jumping in unison and chanting slogans.

The sound was deafening and continuous, no less than the sonic boom from the Etihad Stadium's main stands during the climax of a match.

The enormous roar impacted every corner of the airport, even the high ceiling of the airport was shaken and buzzed, and dust fell in a flurry, as if the entire airport was trembling in the frenzied shouting.

Buffon was left speechless and furious after being humiliated in front of the whole team.

Just as I was about to argue with those fans, I saw these burly UK men staring at me with hostile eyes, as if they wanted to pounce on me and kill me at any moment.

Buffon had long heard of the ruthlessness of UK football hooligans; these guys were all expert fighters.

Although he was a professional player and tall, he wasn't sure he could beat these UK one-on-one, let alone with their superior numbers.

After weighing his options, Buffon immediately withdrew his hand, quickly pulled down his sunglasses to hide his angry and embarrassed expression, lowered his head, dragged his suitcase, and walked away quickly.

Seeing this, the other Juventus players, like rats in the street, hurriedly left with their tails between their legs amidst the mocking cheers of the Manchester City fans at the airport, wanting only to escape as quickly as possible from this place that had made them lose face.

After boarding the bus, the entire Juventus team remained silent.

Many of these people are world-class football stars who, before coming to Juventus, had played for their respective top clubs and competed in numerous matches across Europe, experiencing a wide range of footballing opportunities. Such a bizarre scene was unheard of and unprecedented for them.

Especially when thousands of Manchester City fans suddenly appeared as if by magic, holding up different posters of Buffon being defeated, the impact was no less than a torrential rain in the wilderness.

After a long silence, Buffon could no longer contain his anger. He slammed his hand on his chair, stood up abruptly, and shouted fiercely, "Listen up, all of you! If any of you get a penalty against Manchester City tomorrow, you're not allowed to shoot any other ones! Smash them with a Panenka! Let them see we're not easy to bully!"

Upon hearing this, the Juventus players on the bus exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with surprise and confusion.

Scoring a Panenka against Manchester City is an unbelievable decision in their eyes. Was Buffon driven mad?

Higuain, the team's top penalty taker, was especially shocked and thought Buffon's request was absurd.

Higuain watched the agitated Buffon and thought to himself, "I can cooperate with Panenka penalties in training, since it's just training. But this is the UEFA Champions League semi-final, and the opponent is the formidable Manchester City. Taking a Panenka penalty in such a crucial match could have disastrous consequences if I miss. Besides, it's not my fault if I miss, yet Buffon is making me take such a huge risk. It's really hard to understand."

Dybala, young and inexperienced, instinctively shouted, "Spoon! What if it doesn't go in?"

In Dybala's view, he doesn't have the guts to take a Panenka penalty in the UEFA Champions League semi-final. He's not Tang Long; he can't handle that kind of pressure, either technically or mentally.

Dybala was sitting in the row behind Buffon. When Buffon heard him speak, he suddenly turned around and leaned forward, their noses almost touching.

Buffon's imposing gaze was fixed on Dybala, Dybala felt an unprecedented pressure, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Dybala, startled, shifted slightly to the left and instinctively grabbed his compatriot Higuain's leg.

"You have to shoot even if you can't! Tang can use a spoon, why can't you? If he can do it, you must do it too!" Buffon said through gritted teeth, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

The second night.

The Etihad Stadium was brightly lit.

Fans gathered from all directions, waiting for the game to begin.

This time, Juventus clearly had experience.

Instead of driving into the parking lot through the main entrance as usual, their bus deliberately took a shortcut through the back entrance, carefully making its way into the parking lot via a side path.

Their goal was clear: to escape the tidal wave of jeers from Manchester City fans and to avoid experiencing the embarrassing scene at the airport yesterday again.

This left Manchester City fans, who had been waiting on the usual route for away games' team buses, disappointed and whispering amongst themselves.

"What's going on? What's happening? Is Juventus forfeiting the match? Why haven't we seen their team bus yet?"

"I don't know. They should have arrived long ago. Could they be scared?"

However, people's attention was quickly drawn to the home team Manchester City's magnificent light blue bus.

As the bus slowly came into view, everyone erupted in cheers and applause, as everyone cheered and applauded the arrival of the heroes of Etihad!

"City!"

"City!"

"ComeonCity!"

Sitting inside the bus, Tang Long felt the fiery passion of the fans.

He rolled down the car window, reached out, and smiled and waved to the fans in thanks.

That warm smile instantly ignited the fans' enthusiasm, and the cheers grew even louder.

These Manchester City fans, who were originally prepared to welcome the Juventus bus and mock them, were overjoyed at the moment, pulling out carefully prepared posters from their pockets.

In the poster, Tang Long is clad in gleaming armor, holding a sharp longsword high in his hand, looking majestic and awe-inspiring, like a triumphant war god;

At his feet was a dog chained up. Tang Long's foot slammed heavily on the dog's neck, and the dog's head was none other than Buffon's face!

The poster is visually striking, creating a stark contrast between Tang Long's power and Buffon's disheveled state.

Upon seeing these posters, Tang Long burst into laughter, feeling immensely pleased, and then gave the fans a thumbs up!