Tang Long jogged leisurely behind Bonazzoli.
He had enough confidence in Bonazzoli, believing he could score this single-handed goal.
It was only after seeing Bonazzoli pass the goalkeeper and score into the empty net that Tang Long spread his arms wide to welcome him with open arms.
"Well done! Bonazzoli."
Watching Bonazzoli once again embrace Tang Long passionately.
Icardi was on edge in front of the television, filled with jealousy!
He paced back and forth anxiously in his large living room, like an ant on a hot pan.
"Two goals already, one more and that guy gets a hat-trick!"
"Damn it, if I could score three goals, I'd have 25 goals, and the gap with Messi and C Luo would be very small, very small. What a pity, my disappointing rotten foot!"
Icardi stomped his foot on the floor defiantly again.
After 0:3, the spirit of Turin's players was completely crushed.
The brilliance of the last goal lay in Tang Long's pass!
