The sun has gradually set.
The sky in Manchester darkened, and the typical drizzle of the English peninsula began to fall.
The lights in the living room of Tang Long's house were still off, yet the television illuminated the space brightly.
He was engrossed as he repeatedly fed himself the Ronaldo instructional footage for an hour.
Until the moon hung high on the treetops, with silence all around.
Only then did Tang Long slowly stand up.
"I've got it!!!"
Tang Long couldn't help but cheer with a raised fist!
As happy as he'd been when he scored in the last match.
The ancient video tape recorded in the last century, sent by Chiwo.
Was like a revelation for Tang Long!
Solving the problem he couldn't figure out throughout his years of football training!
At this moment, Tang Long felt a golden holy light descending on his head!
