In the current round facing Real Sociedad, C Luo seed trapped in a goal drought, with no goals throughout the match, ending with an embarrassing zero.
anwhile, Real Madrid's performance at ho was less than stellar as well!
The 0:0 scoreline resulted in Real Madrid being held to a draw by Real Sociedad.
Barça, on the other hand, secured a win against Villarreal.
This win and draw made Real Madrid's standings on the leaderboard increasingly delicate.
Despite still being at the top, Real Madrid's lead over Barça was ruthlessly narrowed to just one point.
"One point, just one point, Barça is chasing relentlessly, they're biting us tightly!"
In Real Madrid's therapy room, C Luo sat solemnly, arms crossed, sitting quietly in the chair.
Although his gaze was fixed on Benzema, who was enjoying cupping therapy, his thoughts had drifted afar, to unknown places.
Recently, C Luo keenly sensed a subtle change in ndes' attitude towards him.
In the past, whenever C Luo dialed ndes' number, the ringtone wouldn't exceed three rings before ndes answered swiftly.
This was not surprising, as ndes, renowned in European football as a famous agent, although he had many star players under his wing, with their combined transfer values ranking among the top globally, even slightly above Raiola, was firmly at the top;
Among his nurous clients, C Luo was undoubtedly the main pillar.
Whether in athletic skill or comrcial value, C Luo showcased extraordinary ability, bringing ndes extrely lucrative commissions.
There's no exaggeration in saying C Luo was the most critical cornerstone in ndes' agent career.
However, just an hour ago, C Luo intended to have a conversation with ndes regarding the renewal negotiations with Real Madrid.
He dialed ndes' number full of anticipation, the ringtone lasted over 30 seconds until C Luo reluctantly hung up; ndes did not answer.
Ten minutes later, C Luo received a text ssage from ndes, simply and sowhat perfunctorily stating he was busy with important matters, and would call back later.
This reply stirred a complex mix of emotions within C Luo, a difficult to describe feeling.
C Luo was no naive rookie, his understanding was sharp like a mirror, naturally aware of what ndes had been busy with recently.
Reliable sources revealed to him that the agent had been frequently traveling between Manchester!
Allegedly, ndes had set his sights on the hot target Tang Long, preparing to leverage all his decades of connections in football to try to snatch Tang Long from Ronar, this newcor in the agent industry.
Indeed, missing out on the imnsely promising player Tang Long had always been one of ndes' regrets.
In ndes' view, such a young player like Tang Long, with strong on-field prowess and high comrcial value, shouldn't be a client of Ronar and ought to be under his command, to beco one of his generals!
During C Luo's long-term interactions with ndes, especially in the past month, C Luo increasingly felt the enormous shift in ndes' attitude towards Tang Long.
In the past, whenever Tang Long was ntioned, ndes was full of disdain, always comforting C Luo saying that this Chinese player couldn't be compared to him, that C Luo was the undisputed world leader in current football, the absolute king on the Champions League stage!
Yet now, as Manchester City thrived across the league, Champions League, and FA Cup fronts, Tang Long's goals were soaring like a rocket, the situation had changed.
In the latest update of the European Golden Boot Award's real-ti ranking, Tang Long even led with 47 goals, surpassing C Luo by one, securing the top position!
This series of changes caused ndes' attitude to reverse a full 180 degrees.
Reflecting on this, even the usually resilient, determined C Luo felt an inexplicable bitterness welling up inside, his eyes subtly reddened.
"ndes, are you planning to abandon ? Hmph, if that day truly cos, it'll surely be who fires you first!"
C Luo vowed silently, his gaze revealing a firm determination with a hint of stubbornness.
Amidst these myriad thoughts, and in this mont of hazy uncertainty, C Luo's mind involuntarily conjured up the image of Tang Long.
Recently, C Luo had been particularly attentive to Manchester City's matches, whether in the league or on the Champions League stage, Tang Long's every move on the field, every magnificent goal he scored, tugged at C Luo's heartstrings.
The last player that captured C Luo's attention so wholly was Barcelona's ssi.
However, this season ssi's form seed to be declining, his goal tally lagging far behind C Luo and Tang Long.
This season, Tang Long had replaced ssi as C Luo's biggest rival in his heart, like a heavy stone, pressing on his mind.
"Hey, what are you pondering over there?" Benzema slowly sat up from the therapy bed, having just finished a cupping session, his complexion slightly red, exuding a sense of comfort after the therapy. He imdiately noticed C Luo sitting dazedly on the nearby chair, gaze fixated, as if frozen in place.
Benzema was curious, he quietly approached C Luo, waved gently before his eyes, akin to rousing soone from slumber, attempting to awaken him from his distant thoughts. Yet C Luo remained unresponsive, gaze vacant, seemingly detached from everything before him, utterly imrsed in his own world.
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