After Tang Long scored, he looked up, his gaze passing directly over the dumbfounded Borussia Monchengladbach fans, towards the stands where over a thousand Manchester City fans opened their arms!
The piercing screams hit Tang Long's eardrums, sounding to him like the most beautiful music in the world.
And at Tang Long's feet.
Were two Borussia Monchengladbach players clutching their heads, rolling on the ground.
Fabian and Nico.
Two tall guys, one American, one Swiss, were screaming in agony, rolling at Tang Long's feet.
Their heads had collided heavily, and their vision went black instantly, with nothing but stars flying in the darkness, buzzing noisily.
At night, the breeze by the Rhine gently brushed Tang Long's jersey, taking away the steamy heat from his body.
Tang Long glanced down at the two people on the ground and silently walked away.
He was only responsible for scoring goals.
Everything else, leave it to Borussia Monchengladbach's team doctors.
