Icardi joyfully drove towards the training ground.
He opened the car window, casually resting his hand on the door, steering with one hand.
August in Manchester, the weather was pleasant, and the gusts of wind rushing into the car made him feel incredibly refreshed.
Overtaking every car he saw, never using the turn signal, and whipping the steering wheel around with fierce energy, ignoring the frequent honking from cars beside him;
Taking advantage of a curve to drift, feeling more and more like a seamless unity between man and machine, with the sense of successfully controlling life like a societal achiever!
"Glory glory Icar~di, Glory glory Icar~di!"
He humd a tune, proudly replacing "Man United" at the end of Manchester United’s team anthem with his own na.
"I, Mauro Icardi, am the ruler of this world!"
A simple phone call managed to make Chiwo agree to assist him in his transformation into an all-around forward.
Icardi felt he had great abilities!
Hey, the temporary difficulties are nothing, just a little exercise of my smart brain can easily solve them~.
In his mind, he began to envision his dreamlike scene of dominating the frontline.
Flanking, dribbling, long shots, combined with his already strong touches within the penalty area—
This 23-year-old Argentine lad even thought that successfully transforming would leave no room for ssi and C Luo.
"Once I beco omnipotent, De Bruyne won’t matter. I won’t need him to pass; I’ll be able to solve all problems up front myself, hahaha!"
"As for Tang, haha, you think you could have today without Chiwo’s help? Surprise! I’ve poached your teacher to be my personal coach, you’ll die of jealousy hahaha!"
In high spirits, Icardi even stopped the car in front of Carrington Training Base to sign autographs and take photos with fans.
This was definitely big news for the Manchester United fans waiting there!
Because Icardi rarely did this; he typically put on an indifferent face, ignored the fans’ calls, and sped away.
Icardi rolled down the car window, signing his number nine jersey while asking a chubby blond boy, "Kid, tell , what is your dream?"
The little boy sniffled and loudly shouted, "My dream is to score 90 in math on this year’s final exams!"
Icardi paused his pen and said earnestly, "That’s too low! Not only in math reaching 90, but all other subjects must follow, and exceed 95, be comprehensive, excel across subjects as an all-rounded student, to achieve class first, no, school first, all of Manchester and England first!"
Applause rose from the scene, everyone moved by Icardi’s encouraging care.
"Rember, Manchester is always red!"
Icardi leaned out of the car window, shouting to the surrounding Manchester United fans;
The fans, also cheered by his spirited aura, responded with applause, creating a lively scene!
Due to the prolonged interaction with fans, there were now four or five cars stuck behind Icardi’s, all Manchester United players coming for training.
De Bruyne sitting in Rooney’s car frowned, "What’s Mauro up to today, why is he so enthusiastic with the fans?"
Rooney yawned, leaned back in his seat and said, "Who knows, maybe his wife Wanda fed him Viagra late at night, and the effects haven’t worn off yet."
Until Eevee, from the fifth car in line, heavily honked twice, stuck his head out to scold Icardi, "Mauro, if you don’t move, I’m driving straight over your car," Icardi reluctantly started his car and said goodbye to the fans.
Icardi headed to the dressing room, changed his clothes, and went looking for Chiwo.
According to their agreent, Chiwo would arrive at Carrington Base in the morning to officially sign a four-year contract as a technical analyst with Manchester United.
But after a round, Icardi didn’t find Chiwo.
Seeing it was still early, he went to train.
However, even after training concluded at ten-thirty, Chiwo was still nowhere to be found.
Icardi curiously asked head coach Pellegrini, "Boss, has Mr. Chiwo still not arrived?"
Pellegrini glared at him, not answering, and walked away with a stern face, seeming quite displeased.
Icardi sensed sothing was off, intending to call Chiwo to ask, when his phone notified a push ssage.
[Inter Milan legend Chiwo joins Manchester City as Guardiola’s new assistant coach]
Icardi thought his eyes were deceiving him, quickly clicked in, and saw it was indeed a picture of Chiwo shaking hands with Guardiola, with the large, prominent Manchester City emblem above the two!
"Shit! What’s going on!"
Icardi’s mind buzzed as he dialed Chiwo’s number to demand answers.
Chiwo apologized over the phone.
"Sorry Mauro, Manchester City feels more suited to compared to Manchester United’s role. But don’t worry, since I’ll be in Manchester long-term, if you have any football-related thoughts or need to answer or explain them, you can co to anyti."
Icardi wanted to argue a bit more when a familiar voice chid in.
"Mr. Chiwo prefers being with us, but you can also co to , Mauro bro," Tang Long laughed, "Heard you want to transition to play as an all-round forward, want to learn? I’ll teach you!"
"You can also co to ," Ranocchia agreed, "though I can only tell you in reverse how to defend an all-rounded forward."
Laughter rang from the phone.
Icardi, even if foolish, understood what was happening now.
Chiwo was snatched by Tang Long and Ranocchia!
With a trembling voice, he cursed, "Small n, you two small n! I obviously had first discussed with Mr. Chiwo, what right do you have to snatch my person midway? What you’re doing is unethical, I’ll send lawyers’ letters, I’ll sue you!"
He was so angry he threw his phone heavily to the locker room floor and lay down, rolling and yelling, spouting so Spanish slang the crowd couldn’t understand.
De Bruyne, just showered, stopped to look in disbelief.
The Mauro who was cheerfully talking to fans at the gate just before, how co his mood shifted so suddenly?
"This guy, who upset him again, crazy!" De Bruyne pointed at Icardi, saying to Rooney beside him.
Rooney saw Icardi rolling on the ground, crying out in agony, and couldn’t help but laugh.
"When my son in first grade got his beloved toy snatched away, he reacted exactly like this."
...
...
Tang Long and Ranocchia thought Chiwo’s smooth entry into Manchester City and even becoming Guardiola’s assistant was largely due to their ticulous recomndations to Guardiola.
But unbeknownst to them, there was anticipation within Guardiola’s first-team coaching staff for such a star defender like Chiwo to join.
Young English dostic center-back Stones was a rough diamond yet to be polished.
Chiwo, who had started playing as a ball-playing center-back in Ro, could guide Stones both in ball possession and defensive details.
Guardiola anticipated Chiwo’s experience could be passed onto Manchester City’s defensive players upon joining.
And Guardiola’s assistant Rebic wished to leave due to physical reasons.
Guardiola originally wanted his confidant scout Raymond to take over assisting him, but Raymond preferred being a globe-trotting scout over the assistant position.
Chiwo, 36 years old and retired not long ago, was in his pri, with multiple experiences in Inter Milan and England’s national team coaching squads, particularly having honed through major events like the European Cup, his level was surely there;
Plus during his player era, already a star, Guardiola thought this Romanian young man deserved an opportunity, a stage to showcase his talents.
Chiwo himself also greatly valued the opportunity to work alongside renowned coach Guardiola!
Compared to Mancini, Guardiola had a larger reputation and higher status, was younger, spoke and acted more directly, and enjoyed discussing a tactical detail with Chiwo for hours without pause.
Guardiola’s thinking refreshed Chiwo, who seamlessly integrated into work, passionately throwing himself into training.
Among those, focusing on training Stones as per Guardiola’s instructions.
"Co young fellows, you English defenders are too straightforward, I’ll teach you a few Italian defensive tricks!"
And soon it was August 20th, Manchester City visited Stoke City, opening the Premier League 2nd round match...
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