"Coward, doesn’t dare to confront , coward..."
Van Gaal, who had just slowed down his steps, was muttering curses. Just as he finished, he stepped on a water bottle soone had discarded on the ground, slipped, and ended up doing a splits and sitting on the ground~
"Ah!!!"
With a crack, his hefty yet expensive trousers split at the crotch on the spot.
His balls pressed against the cold tiled floor, sending a shivering chill;
Followed by a burning, tearing pain from his groin, which made him instinctively let out a howl!
"What’s he doing?" a staff mber was dumbfounded.
"Is the old gentleman practicing so moves?" another person asked.
Soone wanted to help Van Gaal up, but the Dutchman who had made a fool of himself was fiercely proud. Rembering how the silver-haired Pellegrini could flee nimbly, he thought, "I have black hair, why can’t I beat him in football or in physique?"
He yelled at the Manchester United staff who wanted to help him, insisting on getting up on his own strength.
At this ti, Tang Long and Ranocchia hurried over.
So bored female fan had thrown a bra that hit Ranocchia on the head, leaving a bump that hurt like crazy;
Tang Long was also hit on the back by a wallet, and just as he was about to pick it up to see if there was money inside, security shoved the two of them to run inside.
Amidst the hail of gunfire at Old Trafford, the two covered each other and finally made it into the player’s tunnel.
As they passed by Van Gaal, they saw him doing a splits on the ground, biting his lips until they turned blue, and couldn’t help but stop abruptly, halting their running steps.
They helped him up, but as soon as they got their hands on him, Van Gaal shot them a glare, spitting saliva!
"I can stand up myself, get lost, pretending to be a good person!"
Tang Long and Ranocchia exchanged glances, then simultaneously released their hold, continuing to run forward.
Van Gaal was already halfway up from his splits, his thighs trembling violently, but when Tang Long and Ranocchia let go, Van Gaal with a crack, sat back on the ground, returning to his splits stance.
"Ah!!!!"
The player tunnel was filled with the miserable sound of the Dutch coach’s pig-like squeals.
...
According to the original arrangent, Pellegrini was supposed to take Tang Long to the post-match news conference.
But seeing how restless the fans at Old Trafford were, Pellegrini simply let Tang Long hide in the locker room, and took captain Kompany instead.
This Kompany was soone who responds to softness, not hardness.
Usually mild-mannered and cheerful;
But seeing the Manchester United fans at Old Trafford frantically throwing trash onto the field, there was a scar from a coin hit on Kompany’s shiny bald head.
He didn’t hide anything but openly remarked.
"How do you evaluate this match? A perfect victory, we played heartily, it’s necessary to show overwhelming dominance in a derby, I am very pleased with our team’s performance tonight!"
"What pleased the most? There are many aspects, we won the match, Tang’s hat-trick was spectacular, but I was most satisfied with the team holding back Icardi on defense, especially Ranocchia, Icardi was like a chick facing an eagle in front of him, helpless."
Laughter erupted below the stage!
The laughter ca from the journalists supporting Manchester City, while those backing Manchester United had faces of steely anger, glaring at Kompany speechlessly.
They wanted to rebut Manchester City’s captain, but with this scoreline, they genuinely didn’t know where to begin.
Over at Manchester United’s press conference, at this mont, the assistant coach was accompanied by De Bruyne, seated on the stage.
The pre-match arrangent was supposed to have Van Gaal with Icardi.
However, Van Gaal was now wailing in the dical room!
As for Icardi?
He had hidden in the locker room early on and no matter who called, he wouldn’t co out.
As a result, the assistant coach had to piece things together, but no one wanted to attend the news conference, so he ended up choosing De Bruyne.
After all, the only goal for Manchester United ca from the Belgian midfielder.
As soon as they sat down, a journalist from "The Guardian" supporting "Manchester City" swiftly grabbed the microphone, delivering a brutal opener!
"Kevin Tang said before the match, beating Manchester United ans beating them to death! Now that the match is over, how would you respond to this statent?"
Silence fell throughout the room.
All eyes were fixed on De Bruyne on the stage.
Even as soone who had seen a lot in the world, De Bruyne felt rather helpless facing this kind of question.
In the opening 5 minutes he scored the first goal, initially thinking it was the start of a glorious night but had no idea it was the beginning of a nightmare!
He muttered softly, slowly speaking:
"Indeed, we perford less than our opponents in this match, but the league is a 38-round marathon, one derby doesn’t decide anything, we’ll et again co May next year."
"The Guardian" didn’t return the microphone, imdiately following up with a question on why Icardi perford poorly today?
This question also left De Bruyne scratching his head, he too was puzzled why the previously unstoppable Mauro in Premier League, facing Manchester City’s defense, genuinely seed like a chick facing an eagle, helpless.
Maybe his opportunity-grasping skills were honestly not as good as Manchester City’s Agüero.
But considering he was stumped by the first question, De Bruyne wanted to save so face.
"I’ve never doubted Mauro’s talent for scoring goals; forwards sotis have fluctuations in form, it’s completely normal."
"Just before I ca out from the locker room, Icardi firmly told , next year when we go to Itihad, we’ll give the sa pain to Manchester City!"
"I know you all want to see us dejected as a team, but I want to solemnly inform you that despite this unforgettable night, I still believe, Manchester is always red!"
...
"Daily Telegraph": In adversity, Manchester United doesn’t lose faith, the Red Devils’ resurgence is just around the corner!
"Manchester Evening News": Manchester United has planted seeds of hope, small sparks will eventually ignite a prairie fire!
"24 Hours News": Manchester City’s big victory fails to mask their frivolous style, Manchester United’s defeat highlights team cohesion!
"The Guardian": Blue or Red? The score says it all!
That night.
After brushing up on news for three full hours, Icardi felt unwilling.
Unable to score on the pitch, he could only unleash those feelings on his wife Wanda.
He achieved a hat trick!
Walking out of the bedroom, Icardi was in high spirits.
He felt his confidence return.
Imdiately, he opened social dia, which he dared not look at post-match, and posted a status.
[13:2!]
Attached picture, at the top were the 13 Premier League trophies won by Manchester United, filling the picture brimfully;
Below were Manchester City’s 2 Premier League trophies, sparsely laid out, with empty edges on the screen.
This was mocking Manchester City, we Manchester United have 13 Premier League championships, how about you, only 2!
Even though posted late at night, many fans who had been following Icardi post-match flocked to his social dia to leave comnts.
"Are you reminiscing about the old days again?"
"Manchester United has 13 Premier League titles, how many did you win among them?"
"I’m dying laughing, just lost 1 to 7, and he posts 13 to 2 right afterwards, Mauro, you really know how to play with numbers!"
"Still boasting as the Premier League top striker, completely trashed by Agüero, not even leaving a hair!"
"You’re like a chick before Ranocchia, just head back to Serie A, the Premier League doesn’t suit you!"
Icardi didn’t reply to any comnts.
An hour later, he posted another.
[3:0!]
Attached picture, on the left was himself with the three Champions League trophies at the Manchester United Honors Hall when he joined the team;
The right was a blank picture.
Fans were delighted, creating a racket.
"Yeah, yeah, keep it up Mauro, you’re the best!"
"Mauro, for the next picture I suggest showing 11:5, because Manchester United has more FA Cups than Manchester City!"
"20:4, Community Shield Cup also hugely leads!"
"Old Trafford Stadium’s capacity 76,212, ahead of Itihad’s 55,097, Manchester United wins again!"
"Own goal 1 to 0, killer Agüero, anyway Icardi you win big, life victor!"
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