novelraw Chapter 537 - 365: Gualin carrying a chair rushed into the field: Nasri, I’m going to kill you!!!
Chapter 537 - 365: Gualin carrying a chair rushed into the field: Nasri, I’m going to kill you!!!
After Nasri tackled the ball, he had his back to the goal.
He had no idea what was happening behind him.
After the ball was intercepted by Tang Long upfield, an indignant Nasri mustered all his strength to chase back 50 meters and finally managed to make a desperate block on Tang Long’s cross.
The moment he saw the football being blocked high by the tip of his foot, his heart was filled with ecstasy!
I did it!
I stopped the connection between Tang and Agüero!
If it weren’t for me, Manchester City would have had a last-minute killer goal!
Due to his overexcitement, his mind was buzzing so much that he didn’t even hear the sound of the football hitting the goal frame and rebounding into the net behind him.
However, the main referee Clattenburg’s whistle for the end of the match was extremely loud, and that sound Nasri heard clearly~
He rolled over and stood up from the ground, looking down at Tang Long, who was dumbfounded, and mocked him loudly:
"Hahaha, the match is over! You didn’t let me score, and I didn’t let you win. This 1-on-1, you lost, didn’t you? Admit it, you lost, did you hear me, Tang!"
Nasri bent over, his face twisted with extreme excitement, leaning down almost to the point of being in Tang Long’s face to taunt him.
Yet Tang Long, still bewildered, looked at him without moving from his seat on the ground, thinking, is this guy a fool?
With a bang, Nasri was pushed aside by Ranocchia, and then all the players on the field charged over, roaring and screaming as they piled on top of Tang Long.
This time, it was Nasri’s turn to be bewildered.
"Huh, wasn’t it just a draw? Why get so excited?"
But Nasri thought again, coming back from a two-goal deficit to draw, Manchester City was indeed lucky.
Thinking of this, Nasri felt a bit regretful; Tottenham should have been the ones to win!
Recalling Guarin’s instructions when he was substituted, Nasri even felt a pang of guilt in his heart and hated Tang Long even more.
If only that ball hadn’t been intercepted by him, I would have scored the winning goal!
Then, the Etihad Stadium erupted with the fiercest roar since the game started!
The booming noise was like a thunderclap, shaking the whole stadium, and Nasri even felt a tingle through his soles!
He found it a bit strange, suddenly turning his head, and saw the score 3:2 glaring on the giant scoreboard of the Etihad Stadium!
"What? 3, 3 to 2, there must be a mistake!"
Just as Nasri was feeling depressed about when Manchester City scored a last-minute goal, a furious shout suddenly erupted in his ears!
Following the voice, Nasri’s pupils suddenly contracted!
Guarin was charging towards him furiously, holding a chair!
"Nasri!"
"I’m going to kill you!!!"
Having witnessed Nasri’s bizarre own goal, Guarin on the sidelines was so angry he almost fainted, barely supporting himself with a chair to steady himself.
Having managed a long shot and scored twice against Manchester City, Guarin was still smug at halftime, thinking that once the match ended, he would surely be the biggest hero leading the team to defeat Manchester City and be on the front pages of all the sports newspapers the next day, enjoying the cheers of the media and the love of Tottenham fans.
But Nasri ruined all of this!
Don’t know where the sudden surge of strength came from, but Guarin stood up from the bench, gripping the seat with both hands, and with two loud bangs, the sturdy screws broke loose from the ground, and this heavy leather seat weighing scores of pounds was actually lifted by Guarin!
Guarin is an emotional player, and in this moment, he wasn’t thinking about anything else but using that heavy chair to smash Nasri to death, which led him to pick up a weapon.
In a panic, Nasri took two steps back, looking for help from his nearby Tottenham teammates with pleading eyes.
But he found everyone giving him cold looks.
Especially the goalkeeper Lori, who glared at him with two eyes, then threw his goalkeeper gloves angrily to the ground.
Tang Long lay on the ground, hands behind his head, legs crossed.
"Thanks for the own goal winner, Nasri, you really keep your word!"
When Nasri just entered the game, he had secretly vowed that he would score a winning goal.
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was attentive, and Tang Long happened to hear these words.
He thought Nasri was a player who kept his word.
Even though he left Manchester City, he still had the mark of the Blue Moon in his heart and became the biggest hero of the match through an own goal, winning the game!
"Nasri, my two goals were for nothing, I’m going to kill you!"
Watching Guarin storm in, wielding a seventy pound chair, already reaching Nasri, who finally realized the immense trouble he had caused, wanted to run but was so scared his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees with a thud, hands clasped together, kneeling and begging Guarin for mercy~
Ranocchia’s eyes rolled around, and he quickly stopped Guarin.
"Guarin, calm down, if you do this you’ll be suspended for the rest of the season!"
Although Guarin had elbowed Ranocchia twice at the start of the match, causing him significant pain and provoked him verbally;
Ranocchia understood that Guarin wasn’t a bad person, just took playing too seriously.
Facing a former teammate, he didn’t want to see Guarin get a multi-match suspension for publicly fighting Nasri.
There are dozens of cameras along the sidelines filming this, and Clattenburg is still on the field, with so many eyes watching, there’s no way you could get away with it.
Guarin, relentless, held the chair with one hand while shoving with the other, yelling for Ranocchia to get out of his way.
Ranocchia, with the best of intentions, held onto Guarin tightly refusing to let go.
And thus, a bizarre scene unfolded!
A Manchester City player clung to a Tottenham player, stopping him from hitting his Tottenham teammate.
Conversely, the Tottenham players around Nasri watched coldly, some even spat on the ground disdainfully, looking like they were spectators at a show.
Kane stood from a distance, snorting through his nose.
"Nasri is a complete jinx, damn whoever brought him from Manchester City!"
The first match of 2016 ended with a last-minute loss, and in such an own-goal fashion...
Losing the game is something the Tottenham players can accept, but losing in such a disgraceful way is hard for anyone to swallow!
If Tottenham’s coach Pochettino was on the field, he might have rushed in to intervene;
but having just witnessed Nasri scoring an own goal, and in a fit of anger, he turned and walked away, not even wanting to shake hands with Pellegrini after the match.
Seeing no one from Tottenham stepping up to help him, Nasri, feeling a bit shaky on his feet, stumbled around, trying to run but couldn’t, so he hid behind his former big brother Toure.
"Big brother Toure, please save me!"
Toure snorted coldly and, with a long arm push, sent Nasri sprawling face-first onto the ground.
When Nasri was with Manchester City, he was part of the French Language Gang. Sagna, recalling old times, wanted to go and help Ranocchia stop Gualin, but just as he took a step forward, Toure reached out and stopped him.
"Have you forgotten the shady things he did while at Manchester City? Let’s just leave such a scoundrel be!"
Gualin’s strength was indeed immense, and with a bench weighing dozens of kilograms, the 195 cm tall Ranocchia was struggling to hold on, his arms around Gualin trembling, clearly about to let go.
He wasn’t worried about Nasri; he simply didn’t want to see Gualin banned for assaulting someone.
In such a public setting, attacking someone with a tool could easily land him in jail, which would be the end.
Tang Long leisurely stood up, walked over to Ranocchia, and whispered in his ear;
"Advise Gualin to beat Nasri in the locker room, a closed space where no one can see!"
Ranocchia was stunned, subconsciously loosening his grip.
Tang Long quickly rushed to Nasri’s side and gave him a heavy kick on the butt.
"Get up, you loser, aren’t you going to run into the players’ tunnel?"
Nasri, who had caused a big mess, looked at the menacing Gualin coming towards him to kill him, and his legs froze in fear, unable to move;
but after that heavy kick from Tang Long on his behind, he snapped back to reality, as if his butt had a winding key, sprinting towards the players’ tunnel.
The speed at which he ran was incredibly fast!
Even faster than when he chased Tang Long from the halfway line earlier.
Seeing Nasri suddenly take off, Gualin also disregarded the heavy seat in his hands, tossing it onto the grass as he fervently chased after Nasri’s silhouette.
In the bewildered expressions of the security guards, one after the other, they disappeared down the players’ tunnel.
...
This New Year battle in 2016 ended, but the controversy from this match continued.
The moment the match ended, the Premier League intervened in investigating the on-field violence concerning Gualin.
Through surveillance footage, they discovered that while Gualin did not attack Nasri on the field, both running towards the players’ tunnel and ultimately disappearing into the locker room remained unknown!
Officials from the Premier League requested the guest team’s locker room surveillance from Manchester City.
But the stadium administrator confidently stated that the guest team’s locker room surveillance camera was under maintenance that day, leaving no surveillance data.
Tottenham’s club maintained a consistent position on this issue as well!
They claimed that Gualin and Nasri didn’t have a substantial conflict and resolved their differences in the locker room.
Things that happen on the field, well, verbal conflicts between players over a mistake are normal.
Gualin wouldn’t really kill Nasri, he was just intimidating him.
So ultimately, this matter was left unresolved.
Nevertheless, the Premier League still sanctioned Gualin.
He was banned for one match for publicly intimidating a teammate with violence;
and was additionally fined 10,000 British Pounds for openly damaging property at the Etihad Stadium — yes, the seat.
Tottenham’s club was quite satisfied with the Premier League’s penalties.
After all, as an essential mainstay of the team, Gualin’s regular attendance is crucial for Tottenham, serving as their cornerstone in the bid for a Champions League spot.
To thoroughly resolve this matter, Tottenham employed many common tactics used by football clubs.
[Gualin: Nasri and I are very good friends, supporting and caring for each other]
They published a brief news article on the homepage of their website.
The accompanying photo was of Gualin and Nasri in training gear, taken on the training field the next day.
The slim Nasri leaned against the tall and mighty Gualin, their shoulders pressed together, arms draped, both smiling and giving thumbs-up to the camera.
However, from Gualin’s eyes, it was evident that when you want to slice someone, your intent is unhideable;
while Nasri’s face, despite a professional retoucher’s cover-up, still showed faint bruises around the eyes, mouth, and nose bridge.
Though Nasri forced a smile, unlike Gualin who showed all his teeth, Nasri kept his mouth tight in a smile that seemed awkward.
"This guy looks like he’s crying when he smiles!"
Manchester City’s players gathered around to look at the photo.
Just finished training, Kompany, fresh from the shower, walked out wrapped in a towel and casually remarked:
"The stadium admin told me that after yesterday’s match, he swept up three teeth from the guest team’s locker room floor."
Everyone’s face turned pale upon hearing this.
But Tang Long chuckled and said, "Nasri will happily grow at Tottenham; Gualin will take good care of him, and he will have an unforgettable half-year in London."
(The author hurt his knee playing football tonight, it’s really painful, wants to rest early, so there is only one Chapter for now, but will make up with three tomorrow, thanks!)