Chapter 310: Chapter 310

However, what they didn’t expect was.

It seemed like Tang Long wasn’t particularly excited at all.

Not only did his face remain calm, but he kept pressing his hands downward.

"Stay relaxed, stay relaxed!"

"The game isn’t over yet, first stabilize our defense, don’t rush everyone."

His Manchester City teammates surrounding him were all stunned.

So, you celebrate your first Premier League killing goal just like that?

Amidst the confused looks of the crowd.

Tang Long turned and walked toward his own half, completely ignoring the whispers from his teammates behind him.

In the afternoon, the wind in London brushed against his cheeks.

Tang Long felt his heart pounding, with his blood boiling all over.

He quickly touched his face, forcibly suppressing the irrepressible smile at the corner of his mouth.

The earlier calm demeanor was all an act.

Scoring a super world-class goal, how could I not be happy?

I was so excited I could fly, I was on cloud nine!

If it were at Inter, not only would Tang Long first do a long slide, jumping up and cheering three times;

If that wasn’t enough, he’d definitely climb over the advertising board, scaling the wire mesh separating the pitch from the fans, energetically waving his fists at the frenzied fans!

Actually, being able to score such a brilliant goal completely exceeded Tang Long’s expectations.

Indeed, Tang Long’s AI system played a very crucial role in this goal.

The main factor was when Sterling’s poor cross first met Ali’s long legs, Tang Long had already anticipated where the ball would ultimately land.

So, he could swiftly move to the right spot to meet the ball before Gualin stretched his foot.

This provided the prerequisite conditions for him to complete the volley in the box.

However, that the shot was so tricky, ending with a falling leaf trajectory, was something totally beyond Tang Long’s control!

Such divine goals are rare encounters.

Even for Agüero with shooting accuracy over 90, hitting three or four dozen balls without defense in practice might not produce such a shot, let alone Tang Long, whose shooting accuracy is only 81, far below Agüero’s.

At the moment he swung his leg, Tang Long had only one thought in mind.

Which was to keep the ball down; only by doing so, he wouldn’t sky the ball and could hit within the goal area.

As for the ball flying towards the top corner, with a leaf-like curve diving down, only Tang Long himself knew it was completely accidental.

His instep happened to aim right at the top left corner of the goal, and his subconscious pull upwards when contacting the ball unexpectedly gave the descending ball a significant upward curve, causing the ball’s path to be so fluctuating and mysterious.

A mix of chances and coincidences made Tang Long’s shot seem so flawless.

Actually, at that moment, Tang Long wasn’t lacking the desire to immediately cheer and unleash his internal excitement.

However, the image of Milner flashed in his mind—

It was when he came on as a substitute past the 60-minute mark of the second half, Milner was visibly unwilling, not even making eye contact, nor high-fiving, just walked past him.

Professional players know that if a starter gets substituted and exchanges with the substitute with such an attitude, what does it imply?

Implying that this starting player didn’t want to leave the pitch at all, who are you to replace me?

That’s what Milner was thinking at the time.

So when seeing the ball bypass Lori’s hand and fall into Tottenham’s goal, Tang Long changed his mind.

He didn’t celebrate the goal wildly but decided to keep acting cool.

Tang Long thought, "Although I’m a high-priced star brought in by the club, Manchester City is indeed a bigger platform than Inter, with stars everywhere, no one yields to anyone; clearly, Milner doesn’t yield to me! Looks like he wants to compete for the starting attacking midfielder position. Milner is , what about other players? Silva, Nasri, maybe many also think the same."

He pondered, "Mr. Chiwo told me that the only thing that can make you adored by thousands on the football pitch is your skills. If I appear overly pleased with this goal, it would seem an accidental feat, even I didn’t expect to score, with a major part of it being fluke. If I look calm, not showing joy, it will only make them feel this goal was entirely within my grasp, making them think my skills are unfathomable. This will immensely help build my prestige in the locker room at the season’s start."

Tang Long ignored the astonished expressions behind him, walked proudly and confidently towards his half.

After taking dozens of steps, Ranocchia quickly came over, hugged his neck, then deliberately covered his mouth with his hand, whispering to him:

"You played it well, the effect was spot on."

"Playing cool? What cool play, I don’t understand what you’re saying." Tang Long’s heart skipped a beat.

"Keep acting, continue acting, I’m your old captain, don’t I know your level," Ranocchia chuckled, "But the effect was indeed good, I just heard people discussing saying your shooting technique is amazing, didn’t expect such a strong character to emerge from Serie A, even Agüero admits inferiority, and said he wants to seriously learn from you in training about how to execute that volley."