Tang Long really did not expect this way of entering the arena!

Guarin's words were heard clearly by Tang Long, who was sitting in the corner of the locker room.

He glanced at Berni beside him.

Berni frowned and made a bitter grimace at Tang Long.

"He's courting death, Guarin is really courting death..."

The other teammates remained silent as well.

No one would speak up for Guarin at a time like this.

As professional players.

The Inter Milan players knew it very well.

Even Tang Long knew it clearly.

Guarin had committed a major taboo!

He had used the tactical arrangements of the former coach, Mazzarri, to protest against the current head coach, Mancini!

This was truly courting death!

A workplace taboo!

Even if Mazzarri had trusted you, Guarin, with everything, so what?

He had already been kicked out!

The one in charge of Inter Milan now is Mancini, not Mazzarri!

Logically speaking, Inter Milan players are all playing for a top-tier club.

Before coming to Inter Milan, they had all been tempered at various major clubs; they were all seasoned veterans.

They shouldn't be unaware of such a simple workplace principle.

Back when Benitez first arrived at Inter Milan in 2010, he ordered the club staff to tear down the portrait of Mourinho hanging in the stadium tunnel.

So what if the Portuguese was a legendary coach for Inter Milan?

At Inter Milan now, I am the one who calls the shots!

Mancini gave Guarin a sinister smile.

"Alright, Guarin, it seems you really like Mazzarri!

I know Mazzarri very well; we've known each other for over a decade. He's currently taking the severance pay Inter Milan gave him to go back to his hometown in the Italian countryside to grow grapes. Do you want me to give Mazzarri a call and have you go join him in growing grapes?"

Only then did Guarin realize his mistake. He stood up abruptly and waved his hands, hurriedly trying to defend himself, "It's not like that, Coach, what I meant was, uh..."

Mancini was not going to listen to any of Guarin's explanations at this moment.

He pushed Guarin aside and then looked at the others in the locker room.

A new official always brings new rules.

To establish his authority, this first move—

Would start by cutting down Guarin, the loyalist of the former coach, Mazzarri!

"Boys, I need to make some adjustments for the second half. We are forced to attack; I don't want any result other than three points from this match."

Mancini's gaze scanned the room and then landed on Tang Long in the corner of the locker room.

"That black-haired Asian kid, stand up!"

Seeing Mancini pointing at him, Tang Long felt a jolt in his heart and quickly stood up.

"From the youth team? Can you understand Italian?"

Mancini asked Tang Long in English.

Tang Long nodded, then replied in stumbling, unpracticed Italian:

"I can understand. My English is fine, but my Italian is a bit lacking."

Mancini nodded expressionlessly.

"Second half, Guarin off, you on!"

As soon as these words were spoken.

The locker room erupted in an uproar!

Everyone looked at Tang Long with expressions of disbelief.

Are you kidding me!

Subbing off the starting midfielder Guarin for some unknown kid from the youth team?

"Who is this guy? Do you know him?"

"Never heard of him, who knows!"

"He must be crazy. Has this kid even played in a professional league? Even if he subs off Guarin, he shouldn't be putting him on..."

"Does he not want to win anymore?"

"Ah, no way, this is our home stadium!"

Mancini ignored the low murmurs of the crowd, and he couldn't be bothered to listen to them either.

He simply looked coldly at Guarin.

The goal was clear.

It was aimed directly at you!

Guarin had a face full of black lines.

His complexion looked just like a rotten pig's liver.

Mancini was very satisfied with Guarin's reaction.

He waved his hand and walked straight out the door.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to declare:

"I don't care what honors you've won in the past, which national team you play for, or what kind of hero you are in your own country. I just want to tell you that if you openly defy my tactics, even a youngster from the youth team can replace you!"

Berni looked at Tang Long, who was standing there in a daze.

He gave his butt a hard smack with a towel.

"Haha, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and warm up, put on your shin guards, and get ready to go on!"

The Inter Milan players walked through the player tunnel with heavy hearts.

Tang Long, however, was incredibly excited!

He really hadn't expected this!

His Serie A debut was actually starting like this?

Isn't it unexpected?

Isn't it a surprise!

He kept busy, adjusting his shin guards one moment and pulling up his shorts the next.

The Brazilian wing-back Jonathan walked past Tang Long, glanced at him, and then whispered a complaint to Campagnaro beside him:

"At home, trailing 0-1, and we're putting on a youth player who has never played a professional league match? Is Mancini just giving up? Are we even going to play this game? How are we supposed to explain this to the fifty thousand fans in the stands?"

Campagnaro sighed, "The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. Who told that idiot Guarin to run his mouth? Now look at the mess we're in!"

"Look at his broken Italian; I don't even know how to communicate with him on the pitch. I don't speak English."

Striker Palacio walked over to Tang Long, looking worried.

"Hey, if we want to win in the second half, we need to move more. I need you to make diagonal runs toward me to pull away the defenders and create space for me, understand?"

Palacio was Argentine, and his Italian was thick with a rural Argentine accent, leaving Tang Long only half-understanding.

He repeated it again in Spanish.

Tang Long was naturally even more confused!

"Sigh, forget it, I'll handle it myself. What a headache!"

Palacio curled his lip, waved his hand, and walked away.

Inter Milan captain Ranocchia noticed Tang Long's predicament.

At 1.95 meters tall, he was a full half-head taller than the 1.82-meter Tang Long.

The 26-year-old center-back put his arm around Tang Long's shoulder like a big brother.

"Your name is Tang, right? Tang, don't be nervous. Let me tell you, just play according to your youth team's tactics and keep running. You're young, so you need to help share the physical load for the veterans on the team!"

"Also, you must think about your next move before you receive the ball. This is Serie A; the pace is extremely fast!"

"After you get the ball, try to pass it to Kovacic. With Guarin out, he is the playmaker in midfield."

"If the opponent presses you hard, just clear the ball decisively. I'd rather you clear it than get dispossessed, you know?"

Ranocchia poked the team crest on Tang Long's chest with his fist.

"Once you put on this jersey, you have to fight for the honor of Inter Milan and for the 60,000 fans in the stadium. Good luck, kid!"

Ranocchia gave Tang Long a thumbs up.

The moment Tang Long stepped onto the pitch at Stadio Giuseppe Meazza, his foot touched the grass.

A surge of heat gushed out from his heart!

Tang Long clenched his fists tightly!

His childhood idol, Ronaldo, had also worn the same blue and black striped shirt and galloped across this century-old stadium.

And now.

I have made it too!

Inter Milan.

Stadio Giuseppe Meazza.

I am here!

(Tang Long's idol, Ronaldo)