-[Haha, the essence of human crossing!]
-[If they keep crossing like this, won't they break Moyes' Premier League record of 81 crosses in a single match?]
-[I don't know, but it seems like Stones and Otamendi's foreheads are getting swollen from all the headers!]
-[I can see it now, Manchester United is trying to take down the master with wild punches!]
-[You won't believe it, but Icardi's headers are truly impressive, very intuitive, the ball always seems to gravitate towards him.]
-[Why else would they call him Iron Man? Do you know the word beryllium?]
-[Tang Long hasn't made any remarkable moves yet, I feel like Icardi's presence in this match is highlighted more than Tang's, right?]
"Good job, keep this score until halftime, I am confident we can take them down." Pellegrini glanced at Guardiola, secretly pleased, no matter high or low tactics, as long as it wins, it's a victory.
Seeing Manchester United about to score again, Tang Long suddenly called out urgently—
