From Master and Disciple to Arch-Enemies: Tang Long's Triple Kill on the Night of Deification, Coach Pei's Career Ends in Despair!

Tang Long has performed the miracle of scoring from zero angles on several occasions this season.

His most famous moment was in a match against Bayern, where he dribbled past Boateng and unleashed a perfectly angled shot that caught Germany goalkeeper Neuer off guard, leaving him helpless as he watched the ball go in.

Manchester United goalkeeper De Gea had been keeping an eye on Tang Long before the match; he was well aware of Tang Long's threat.

But this time he was careless again!

Everyone assumed that Tang Long would at most dodge Smalling's vicious sliding tackle by feinting and then adjusting his position.

So De Gea was still nervously directing the defense, signaling the players behind him to quickly move up and block Tang Long.

However, things didn't go as everyone expected; Tang Long did the exact opposite!

He didn't care about the reasoning; he just went up and unleashed a powerful shot.

So what if Smalling makes a fierce tackle?

Tang Long was faster than him, making it impossible for him to reach the target!

Tang Long hit the ball very low, but it wasn't completely touching the ground.

After the kick, the ball first grazed Smalling's outstretched studs, then bounced off his elbow, and finally almost touched his nose, hurtling towards the goal with a whooshing sound.

Smalling felt a chilling aura approaching, and instinctively closed his eyes. Then he felt a heat on the tip of his nose, and knew without a doubt that his skin had been broken.

When I opened my eyes again, I heard a "bang" as the ball hit the inside of the goalpost and crossbar and bounced into the goal.

At that moment, De Gea was still standing blankly in the middle of the goal, his hand, which he had reached out to direct his teammates to retreat, still hanging in the air.

He stared blankly at the football inside the goal, like a clay sculpture.

"This... this can get in?!"

Not only Manchester United's goalkeeper De Gea, but even Manchester City's own goalkeeper Onana was stunned.

Onana, who was new to the Premier League, had great respect for De Gea.

After all, staying at a top club like Manchester United for six or seven years is something not everyone can do.

As a fellow player of De Gea, Onana was also surprised that Tang Long could shoot so cleanly and decisively from that angle.

Regardless of how well he played, Onana was immediately impressed by his decisive determination.

He couldn't help but wonder, "If I were in De Gea's position, what would I do?"

I thought and thought but still couldn't come up with a solution.

He could only block the shot if he anticipated Tang Long's shot and moved forward to the near post in advance.

But Onana couldn't help but smile wryly to himself; he wasn't a god, how could he possibly predict things in advance?

Thinking this, Onana admired Tang Long even more, her heart filled with longing, and she quickened her pace involuntarily, running towards Tang Long to surround him with her teammates in celebration.

Pop!

Guardiola snapped his fingers at Chivu, his face beaming with smugness.

"How about it, Christian? I told you not to rush. Look, we're leading by two goals, aren't we?"

Guardiola's snap of his fingers landed right next to Chivu's ear, startling Chivu instantly.

His thoughts were abruptly pulled back from Tang Long's exquisite shot, and he shuddered, staring wide-eyed at Guardiola.

"Pep, do you know what I'm thinking? After this season ends, I'm planning to do a research report specifically on Tang Long. I really feel that he contains too much unknown power, which is worth exploring and excavating."

Guardiola laughed heartily and affectionately put his arm around Chivu's shoulder.

The two looked up at the dazzling starry sky Wembley Stadium.

London is exceptionally clear tonight, with the moonlight as bright as water and the starry sky stretching endlessly, creating a magnificent scene of a dazzling Milky Way.

Under the starry sky, Guardiola and Chivu were filled with lofty ambitions and boundless confidence!

Having a great player like Tang Long is the absolute capital that allows these two coaches to dominate the Premier League and Europe.

After falling behind by two goals, the morale of the Manchester United players completely collapsed.

Even their captain, Rooney —the chubby Rooney who never gives up—stopped running.

Not to mention Ibrahimovic and Pogba, among others.

Even De Bruyne, who had been constantly making runs and trying to deliver threatening passes, shook his head and sighed.

The clock had now reached 83 minutes, with less than 10 minutes remaining in the match, including stoppage time.

Turning the tide in just 10 minutes is incredibly difficult, especially against Manchester City, their nemesis for the past two years.

The cheers of Manchester City fans had already begun to echo through Wembley Stadium.

Previously, due to the majority of Manchester United fans, chants of "Glorygloryunited" had been echoing throughout the stadium.

When Tang Long scored two goals within minutes of coming on, the Manchester City fans' chants of "Come on City" completely drowned out the Red Devils fans, becoming the only deafening and unified chant in Wembley Stadium!

Don't be fooled by the fact that Wembley Stadium, which can hold 90,000 people, only had a little over 20,000 Manchester City fans. They used their voices and roars to turn the stadium into the Etihad, into the home ground of the Blue Moon!

Their second championship of the new season is already beckoning!

Gracie, a player accompanying the team, was also extremely happy.

Although she didn't play, she jumped around excitedly like a little elf after Tang Long scored.

His entire body was soaked in sweat, and his carefully styled bangs were now dripping wet from his forehead, clinging messily to his forehead.

A gap in the space between balls that are out of bounds.

Gracie gave Tang Long a thumbs up and looked at him affectionately. Although she didn't say anything, everything was understood.

Tang Long nodded knowingly, held up three fingers to him, then caught Zabaleta's throw-in, turned around and got past McTominay, who was coming to mark him closely, without even stopping the ball, and continued to focus on the game.

Seeing Tang Long so dashing and elegant, Pellegrini was furious. He stomped his feet in anger and began to unconsciously grab his hair.

For a coach, the most heartbreaking thing is when a player he once carefully trained is ruthlessly defeated on the court one day.

Although the roles of player and coach constantly change on the football field, they are sometimes partners, sometimes mentors and students, and have a deep bond;

But sometimes, in the blink of an eye, they can become opponents and fight each other on the field.

Pellegrini once took pride in developing players like Tang Long, but now, as Manchester City's opponent and Manchester United's manager, he doesn't know whether to love or hate Tang Long.

"Don't relax, everyone pull yourselves together! Anyone who doesn't play well is fired at the end of the season!"

Pellegrini's roar from the sidelines brought the Manchester United players back to their senses, like drowning victims who had just been pulled from the icy river and changed into new clothes.

Although they knew the chances of turning the tide were slim, this was, after all, a Manchester Derby, a match that concerned the dignity and reputation of Manchester United, a century-old powerhouse.

Pellegrini quickly made some adjustments, bringing on the young Lingard and replacing the aging Ibrahimovic who could no longer run, thus increasing the amount of running throughout the field.

Under these circumstances, Tang Long failed to score a third goal, and the score remained 3-1 until the end of the match, with Manchester City winning their second title of the season – the England FA Cup!

As soon as the referee blew the final whistle, all the Manchester City players rushed onto the pitch to celebrate.

The applause at Wembley Stadium was thunderous and prolonged. The Expeditionary Army who traveled from Manchester to London had not wasted their money on airfare and accommodation. They came to the stadium with real money and received a reward from the team. For the fans, there is nothing happier than this.

Manchester United fans, on the other hand, walked off the pitch dejectedly with long faces.

They were greeted not only by the jeers of the Manchester United Expeditionary Army at Wembley Stadium, but also by the ridicule from the media the following day.

After all, being swept three times by a city rival in a single season is an absolutely embarrassing memory to recall, no matter the circumstances.

What makes Manchester United fans even more desperate is that, given Tang Long's current form and ability, if he continues to stay at Manchester City, will the cycle of being defeated three times in a row continue?

Even quadra kills and penta kills are still possible when they occur on multiple fronts!

The more I thought about it, the more desperate I felt, as if I had fallen into an ice cave, or as if I had plunged into an endless abyss...

Despite the starry sky, the bright moonlight, and the dazzling lights at Wembley Stadium, a darkness shrouded the hearts of every Manchester United player—because they could see no light!

After celebrating with the players on the field, Tang Long walked off the field and hugged Guardiola and Chivu.

Just as the three were about to talk, Tang Long heard Pellegrini's voice behind him.

"Tang, can you come here for a moment?"

Pellegrini had previously coached Tang Long at Manchester City, so Guardiola and Chivu nodded knowingly and began to avoid him, walking onto the field to give Pellegrini and Tang Long a chance to talk alone.

Tang Long walked up to Pellegrini and looked at the Chile elder with silver hair who was much taller than him. Images of the two of them as master and apprentice in Manchester City began to flood his mind.

Looking at Pellegrini's increasingly deep wrinkles, Tang Long thought to himself, "Sigh, he's aged a lot in this year as Manchester United's manager."

However, Pellegrini had by this time lost the anger and dejection he felt during the match.

He gave Tang Long a kind and friendly smile.

"Congratulations, kid! You've won another title, and you're even stronger than before. To be honest, when I left Manchester City, I never imagined you'd reach this level. Although this match was tough on us, I still want to congratulate you. You deserve a great future."

Pellegrini affectionately patted Tang Long on the back of the head, and could tell that these words were not empty words from a loser, but rather a sincere expression of his heart.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pellegrini, sometimes I have to be this ruthless..."

Pellegrini interrupted Tang Long's explanation with a smile, "No, you don't need to explain anything. I've been coaching for over 30 years, I understand all of this."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Pellegrini's eyes suddenly welled up with tears. The smile on his lips remained, but it looked somewhat stiff.

He pulled Tang Long aside, looked at the Manchester City fans celebrating wildly on the field, and felt a pang of sadness. He said softly to Tang Long:

"To tell you the truth, kid, this is my last day as a coach. Tomorrow I will leave Manchester, or more precisely, I will leave Europe, leave the coaching arena, and go back to my hometown in Chile."

Tang Long was startled, thinking that Pellegrini was joking.

Are you sure you're telling the truth?

"Of course it's true, why would I lie to you?" Pellegrini smiled frankly. "The board already told me in advance that if we don't win any titles this season, I will be fired."

Tang Long's heart sank immediately, feeling that Manchester United was in too much of a hurry.

They spent a fortune to lure Pellegrini from Manchester City, only to fire him after just one season if he doesn't win a title?

Upon reflection, I realize that being a professional coach is also extremely brutal, with competition no less intense than that faced by a football player.

"Even if Manchester United fires you, with your qualifications, plenty of teams in Europe would be eager to sign you. Why retire now?" Tang Long asked, puzzled.

Although this veteran coach is over 60 years old, he has extensive coaching experience in La Liga and the Premier League and is a true champion coach.

With his qualifications, obtaining a teaching position in Europe would be a piece of cake.

At this moment, Pellegrini seemed to have completely shed his psychological burden. When talking to Tang Long, he seemed to be no longer the head coach of Manchester United, but talking to Tang Long as an old friend.

"You know what? Son, I've neglected my family so much to become a coach. Now I really want to go back to my hometown in Chile, to the farm my father left me, and enjoy my grandchildren. Besides, Manchester United would have to pay me tens of millions of Pound Sterling in severance pay if they fire me. I might as well just retire, haha!"

Although Pellegrini spoke in a relaxed tone, Tang Long clearly saw him furrow his brow slightly.

Clearly, even though the Chile received the tens of millions of Pound Sterling in severance pay, enough to support his retirement, he still felt somewhat resentful.

What exactly caused Pellegrini's mental defenses to crumble and lead him to abandon his dream of becoming a coach?

As the two parted, watching Pellegrini's tall figure disappear into the distance, Tang Long remained lost in thought.

"Hey, you idiot! What are you thinking about? Why don't you go up and celebrate with them? The awards ceremony is about to start!"

With a "smack," Tang Long's back was gently patted by Gracie's small hand.

He turned his head and saw Gracie staring at him with a smile.

Tang Long was stunned for a moment, then slapped his head, realizing that he had misspoke about Gracie.

"I'm so sorry, Gracie. I promised to score a hat trick, but I only managed two. I'm really sorry."

Gracie stretched out both hands and waved them vigorously in front of Tang Long, hurriedly explaining for him:

"How can you blame yourself? Blame Guardiola. He only gave you about ten minutes. You've already done very well by scoring two goals, considering the opponent is Manchester United. Save the last goal for the UEFA Champions League final. As long as you score that, you won't have broken your promise."

Tang Long nodded slightly, staring at Gracie's sweat-covered, fair forehead with a playful look.

That day in the physiotherapy room, Gracie's forehead was also covered in sweat...

"One goal in the UEFA Champions League final isn't enough, Gracie, you know what I mean?"

Gracie smiled slightly, her two beautiful dimples reappearing, and nodded quickly. "Of course not enough, that's definitely not enough. You have to score at least three, you have to surpass Cristiano Ronaldo and win the UEFA Champions League Golden Boot, plus the European Golden Shoe, those two Golden Boots will crush him."

At this point, Gracie suddenly realized what Tang Long meant.

Her face flushed red, her ears burning, and she bit her lip before running away quickly.

London!

Wembley Stadium!

The podium was set up, and the Manchester City players, who had won the FA Cup medals, lined up to take the field.

Tang Long and Manchester City captain Kompany stood in the center position.

Just as the fireworks burst behind them, Kompany suddenly handed the trophy to Tang Long took it and raised it high above his head!

"We won again!!!"

As Tang Long raised the trophy high, he looked up at the sky and was surprised to find that the moon had turned blue!