Guardiola listened to Ronaldo's accusations and just felt absurd, couldn't help but laugh.
"I asked him to do it? Are you crazy, Ronnie! He wanted to do it himself, what could I possibly do?"
Guardiola spread his hands, his face full of helplessness.
"Alright, alright, I promise you, I'll make sure to remind him not to be so impulsive and reckless in the future. But you can't bla like this, I have kids myself, I'm a father, how could I not consider the players' safety?"
Guardiola's voice carried a hint of grievance as he t Ronaldo's gaze, trying to convince him of his innocence.
The two of them exchanged words, emotions running high, ultimately erupting into a fierce argunt.
In fact, during his playing career, Ronaldo suffered greatly from injuries.
His cruciate ligants ruptured twice, while playing for Inter Milan, he spent nearly two years battling injuries, with few opportunities to shine on the field.
It was precisely because of this that Ronaldo was particularly sensitive to injuries.
He knew firsthand what injuries ant for a player's career, so he urgently hoped that Bonazzoli wouldn't suffer such a devastating blow at such a young age, especially head injuries, which, compared to knee injuries, could be severe and have irreversible lifelong impacts.
At this mont, Ronaldo was full of worry, hoping Bonazzoli could learn to protect himself in future gas, not repeating his own past mistakes.
Finally, the two of them argued until they were exhausted, collapsing on the sofa, panting heavily.
"And, Tang's brow bone, this is his third brow bone fracture in his career," Ronaldo said.
"What can I say," Guardiola smiled helplessly, "Whether it's Tang or Bonazzoli, they both have an extre desire to win, I can't suppress that desire, I can only guide it, but ultimately it's up to the players themselves."
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Tang Long, Ranocchia, and Bonazzoli walked out of the hospital, the afternoon sun shining down, casting a light golden hue on their figures.
"Seeing mom doing well, I'm relieved," Bonazzoli stretched with a happy smile on his face.
After finishing their visit, the three decided to enjoy lunch together.
Taking a rare day off, they ordered their favorite als, chatting and enjoying this rare mont of leisure.
After finishing the al, they walked out of the restaurant, Manchester's sky was extraordinarily clear, the temperature quietly rising above 18 degrees.
A gentle breeze blew, rustling the leaves on the street.
The three strolled along the street, feeling warm all over, as if all fatigue was dispelled at this mont.
Tang Long looked up at the sky, squinting slightly as the sun was a bit dazzling, and suggested:
"Such a sunny afternoon, it'd be too much of a sha to just stay at ho. How about we go for so extra training on the training pitch?"
Bonazzoli's eyes instantly lit up at the suggestion, he eagerly responded, "Sure, I'll go with you!"
Since completing that crucial header clearance in the last match against Bayern, his head was still slightly dizzy, but his inner confidence was greatly boosted.
He now felt an unprecedented longing for the pitch, as if every step onto the green field was his battlefield, and each entry would make his blood boil.
Ranocchia, however, smiled bitterly and waved his hand, saying quickly, "Co on, it's hard enough to get a day off, can't you two take it easy for a while?"
"Besides, Tang, look at Bonazzoli's head, and look at your brow bone, both of you are still injured, just rest well. I suggest coming to my house, my yard is spacious, there's even a 5-a-side pitch in it, if you really want to play football, you can play at my place."
Tang Long and Bonazzoli exchanged a knowing smile as they looked at each other.
They understood, Ranocchia was inviting them over as guests, the talk of playing football in the yard was just a joke.
"Sounds good," Tang Long nodded, "There's also the Champions League match between Real Madrid and Napoli tonight at 7:30, why don't we watch the match before we go ho?"
"Agreed, I'm in!" Ranocchia made a gesture to get in the car.
Inside the car, Bonazzoli smiled cheekily and said to Ranocchia, who was driving, "Captain, tell , do you want Real Madrid to advance, or Napoli?"
Ranocchia held the steering wheel steadily, eyes focused on the road ahead, and without hesitation said, "Of course Napoli, after all, it's our Italy's team. However, considering the scores and strength gap between both sides, Real Madrid's chances of advancing are 99.9%."
Tang Long sat in the back, rolled down the window, and instantly, the wind rushed in, blowing freely against his youthful and vibrant face.
He slightly tilted his head back, enjoying the breeze, feeling a sense of relaxation.
He watched the scenery speeding by outside the window and said, "Real Madrid advancing shouldn't be a problem, given C Luo is there, he always scores a lot in the Champions League. If Napoli wants to win, unless Maradona makes a coback."
His words were filled with recognition of C Luo's capabilities.
Upon hearing this, Bonazzoli turned his head to Tang Long and said, "Tang, I think you should pay more attention to C Luo's goal count. Although you're currently ahead of him in the Champions League scoring chart, once the knockout stage begins, C Luo's goals will shoot up rapidly, it's always been like this. "
Tang Long listened and just nodded lightly, without saying anything further.
In fact, in his heart, since overcoming Bayern's challenge, he already considered Real Madrid as Manchester City's biggest rival in the Champions League journey.
Other teams, whether in terms of strength or heritage, were all inferior to Real Madrid.
Moreover, before he knew it, he started comparing himself to C Luo in secret!
Admittedly, his current status in football was still far from C Luo's, but judging by this season's performance and data, he was confident, feeling he's not inferior to the Portuguese star.
As for ssi, Tang Long felt vaguely in his heart that as long as Manchester City could complete this season, at least his achievents this year wouldn't be below ssi's.
After all, Barça had already been knocked into the UEFA Europa League, and it was him who sent Barça into the UEFA Europa League!
Thinking of this, Tang Long felt quite thrilled inside.
As strong as ssi is, isn't he playing in the UEFA Europa League now?
"Sothing's happened! Stop the car!" Bonazzoli suddenly shouted loudly, pulling his throat.
Ranocchia instinctively slamd the brakes hard.
A screeching sound followed, the car skidding out a long black mark.
Luckily Tang Long was wearing a seatbelt in the back, or else he would have flown out.
"What big deal, what big deal?"
Ranocchia was still shaken, breathing heavily, glancing around, but the street and the pedestrians were as usual, with no unusual events.
He angrily said to Bonazzoli, "Don't yell randomly when there's nothing going on, I'm driving!"
Bonazzoli, however, was completely indifferent to Ranocchia's anger, his face flushed with excitent, quickly tilted his body and shook the news on his phone screen in front of the two, shouting:
"Mauro kicked Wanda out! They got divorced!"
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