Manchester City, with a depleted squad, has conquered Anfield!
Agüero, who was sweeping the streets in a Manchester neighborhood, excitedly waved his broom!
Right across the street, Joe Hart held a massive trash can over his head, shaking it, looking terrifying!
The two shouted at each other across the street, "Ahhhh," scaring a passing car into an ergency stop, hazard lights flashing.
"Have they gone mad?" a coworker asked.
"Football players are all crazy, especially in the Premier League," another replied.
anwhile, inside Anfield.
Captain Kompany, who sat out the entire match due to muscle injuries, led the team to the Manchester City expedition stand to thank the fans!
The teammates naturally stood by Tang Long, positioning him at the center.
Tang Long, who scored twice helping Manchester City turn the ga around, undoubtedly beca the brightest star of the match!
"Tung——"
"Tung——"
Blue Moon fans waved their flags, calling his na!
Tang Long felt a rush of blood to his head, perhaps because his injured nose still hurt, and two streams of blood suddenly gushed out!
The photographer quickly captured the mont before Tang Long could wipe away the blood, creating a morable scene.
Tang Long, with his left hand on his waist, right hand raised high, with two streams of blood under his nose, roared at Manchester City fans!
In the mixed interview area, Dilata, a Sky Sports reporter, smilingly placed the Premier League single match best player’s dal into Tang Long’s arms and began interviewing him in English.
"Tang, congratulations on winning Man of the Match! Can you talk about how you felt tonight?"
Whilst watching the whole match from the stands.
In the first half, she thought Manchester City was very likely going to suffer two consecutive defeats!
Before becoming a journalist, Dilata played won’s football for a few years, unlike other Sky Sports’ eye-candy reporters, Dilata truly understands football; her insights are not lower than those seasoned male comntators at the station.
She even prematurely worried for Tang Long, as an experienced journalist she foresaw the dia frenzy post-match, likely deaning Tang Long as Manchester City’s most failed signing of the season.
Luckily, this 18-year-old sweet boy in her heart, with his own efforts, achieved a spectacular coback, both in process and result, as handso as can be!
Of course, the person is too~
Seeing Tang Long’s flawless performance, Dilata felt overjoyed, her cheeks blushing, gazing lovingly at Tang Long, she naturally tossed aside the recent charity luncheon affair in Manchester involving Gracie.
"I’m very glad to win at Anfield, the fans here were especially friendly today, and I’m happy to have scored two goals, of course, this wouldn’t be possible without my teammates’ help, we’re a team, and more than personal goals, I prefer the team winning."
While Tang Long spoke smoothly, his eyes involuntarily glanced at Dilata’s bust.
At this mont, Dilata adjusted her stance, moving a step.
The two perky little rabbits perked their ears and twitched.
Genuine, with no technological enhancents.
Maybe because just after an intense match, Tang Long felt a bit dizzy, and another stream of blood flowed out.
Before he realized, Dilata tenderly wiped his lips, softly asking if he was in pain, then rolled tissues into strips, stuffing them into his nostrils.
"Tang, it seems your nose injury is quite serious, so, anything you want to say to Milner?"
Despite sympathizing with Tang Long’s nosebleed, Dilata, being a journalist, still needed to extract sothing from his mouth for work.
Tang Long moved his gaze from Dilata’s chest, looked directly at the cara, with tissues in his nose, pointing at the lens, speaking gently:
"I want to tell forr teammate Milner that everyone misses you very much, hope your wrist injury heals soon, next ti visiting Itihad, we’ll surely show you even more heartfelt love!"
Tang Long’s taunting yet affectionate statent instantly amused Dilata.
She giggled, then softly said in Italian that only the two would understand, "You’re so bad~"
...
In a hotel in São Paulo, Brazil, Ronaldo was sleeping.
It was currently 1 PM local São Paulo ti, and having just returned from Europe, Ronaldo was adjusting his ti zone, sleeping soundly.
In his dreamy state, he heard his phone chiming incessantly, receiving continuous texts and calls.
Ronaldo grumbled a few words, turned off his phone, and went back to sleep.
Upon waking and turning on his phone, Ronaldo was startled!
His phone had 123 unread ssages and 45 missed calls!
Baggio, Zidane, Carlos, Cesar, Cambiasso, Kaka...
Almost all friends from Barça, Real Madrid, and Inter, even childhood pals from his hotown had sent ssages.
Before he could check the texts, Ronaldinho’s call ca through.
Ronaldo answered the phone, "Hey, bucktooth brother! What wind blew you here? It’s been a while since we contacted."
Ronaldo began teasing Ronaldinho about his buckteeth.
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