Georgia, Tbilisi International Stadium.
The starting players of Barça and Inter are lining up.
However, Tang Long turns his body and walks straight out of the player tunnel.
In football matches, substitute players enter the field first, but being benched is something that hasn't happened to Tang Long for a long time.
As he passes by his starting teammates, he high-fives each of them and offers a few words.
"Kovacic, you're the only one up front with the breakthrough and speed, the counterattack depends on you." "Don't worry, bro, watch how I break through them!"
"Di Marco, be careful behind you when defending." "Got it, I'll try to venture forward less."
"Medel, we can only rely on you for organization in the back, go for it!" "Okay, I'll try my best, haven't played a deep-lying playmaker role for a while."
"Santon, you need to stay in the box for corner kicks, you're tall, and have an advantage in headers." "Alright, I know what to do."
