The match ended, and the Etihad Stadium was bustling with noise.
The Manchester City players were all smiles, exchanging high-fives and hugs, while the Everton players looked slightly despondent.
Stones, Everton's starting central defender, walked up to Tang Long, and the two began to chat.
"I didn't expect you to get past me that way on the last goal." Stones shrugged helplessly, "I thought you were going to use the regular Matthews' move and cut to the right, but you nutmegged me instead."
Tang Long patted the shoulder of Stones, who was half a head taller than him, and comforted him:
"You've done well, man. My previous feints and step-overs didn't make you lose balance, and as for the nutmeg, haha, it was just a spur of the moment. But yeah, you might want to watch the gap between your legs next time, so I won't get that chance again."
"Alright, next time at Goodison Park, I won't let you easily nutmeg me again!"
