novelraw Chapter 612 - 419: The Female Reporter Adds Fuel to the Fire! Icardi Loses His Mind, "I Scored 4 Goals!
Chapter 612 - 419: The Female Reporter Adds Fuel to the Fire! Icardi Loses His Mind, "I Scored 4 Goals!
Dilata was working on-site, her fingers dancing freely over the keyboard, crafting a draft from the dictated copy in just ten minutes.
Tang Long leaned closer, and after reading it on the notebook, he couldn’t help but clap in admiration!
The two exchanged smiles, their laughter echoing in the living room.
With a snap, Tang Long suddenly grabbed Dilata’s hand.
"What are you doing?" Dilata was startled.
"You’ve been amazing today, I want to give you an extra reward."
Tang Long’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. Before Dilata could react, he exerted force with his hand, pulling her slender arm and dragging her off the sofa.
Dilata stumbled, and Tang Long pinned her back against the kitchen island.
This unexpected intimate gesture made Dilata’s cheeks flush instantly, the blush spreading rapidly to her ears like peach blossoms blown open by the spring wind.
She instinctively wanted to escape, but with Tang Long’s hand pressing her back like a clamp, there was nowhere to run!
She could only gasp lightly, coquettishly saying, "Be gentle... ah!"
Before she finished speaking, she was hit from behind, causing her to lurch forward, her arm brushing across the island, knocking several apples that were originally on top crashing down;
The bright red apples, like mischievous children, rolled around on the ground, stopping perfectly beneath her smooth, fair ankles, looking up with eyes wide open.
After a few gasps amidst the applause, Dilata froze, turned back to Tang Long, and said:
"Why did you stop?"
Tang Long just stood there motionless, looking down at Dilata’s puzzled light blue eyes.
"I think, De Bruyne is innocent, so the details in your draft could be adjusted like this..."
Hearing these words, Dilata was utterly impatient, her eyebrows furrowed, she slammed the table hard and anxiously interrupted him:
"Bastard! Finish first, then talk, change it however you like!"
...
That night, an unexpected news story, richly illustrated, emerged from nowhere like a bombshell, dropping onto the lively pool of English football and causing massive waves that almost left everyone gaping in collective shock.
The news headline was particularly eye-catching — "Icardi Beats Up De Bruyne in Bathroom, Reason Is Jealousy over Wanda!"
The story started with a bang, decisively denying the rumors of De Bruyne’s affair with Wanda, with a touch of humor in every word:
"Saying De Bruyne had an affair with Wanda? This is utter nonsense, De Bruyne is a normal person, his passing accuracy is like a guided missile, he’s not blind, how could he make such a mistake?"
The narrative then shifted to the bathroom fight photo, unraveling it thread by thread:
"So why did Icardi beat De Bruyne up so badly? Well, believe it or not, it’s not because of believing his wife’s affair but a hidden motive."
"Icardi, it turns out, secretly had a crush on this Belgian midfielder all along. Seeing De Bruyne and Wanda getting close, he became jealous, a classic case of love turning to hatred, unable to have him, he wanted to ruin him!"
"Poor De Bruyne, not only caught in baseless scandal with Wanda, but also beaten by Icardi, suffering both emotionally and physically, truly the unluckiest player in the Premier League this season. If he played in Italy, he could definitely win a Golden Porcupine Award!"
"We express our deep sympathy to De Bruyne, he is an innocent victim."
"Today’s downpour in Manchester is a reflection of his inner grief!"
"As for Icardi, with the exposure of this incident, it’s questionable whether the Manchester United locker room can still treat him like a brother as usual."
Maxi Lopez, Wanda’s ex-husband playing in Serie A for Turin, was the first to read the news, a mocking smile tugging at his lips. He tapped his fingers lightly, sending a message to his ex-wife: "Wish you and Mauro happiness in the future."
Just those four simple words, like a sharp blade, stabbed straight into Wanda’s heart!
Wanda always had the upper hand over her ex-husband, when was it her turn to be mocked like this?
With Lopez far away, Wanda had nowhere to vent her anger but to turn around and unleash it all on Icardi in their living room.
"Mauro, I don’t care whether that nonsense about you and De Bruyne in the news is true or not, if it’s not, prove yourself tonight, use them all up!"
Before the words finished, Wanda flung a still-sealed box of 15 condoms with a whoosh, smacking Icardi in the face with a slap.
Icardi, sipping goji tea, was stunned by the hit, feeling utterly helpless!
At 23, he should be full of vitality, but now he was holding a thermos cup early, with goji tea inside, supposedly advised by an old Chinese doctor from Manchester’s Chinatown, just hoping to extend his energy a bit more.
Icardi was truly wanting to cry, feeling frustrated and repressed, but with Wanda not relenting, he had no choice but to brace himself.
On the sofa, after a fierce battle, Icardi scored three goals, his eyes seeing stars, head spinning, unable to tell day from night, collapsing onto the sofa ready to sleep.
Seeing him like this, Wanda was both angry and anxious, slapping him awake and supporting his trembling legs into the bedroom.
Struggling to score another goal, Icardi was totally disoriented, seeing nothing but hallucinations;
Suddenly bursting with an inexplicable force, he lifted Wanda, shouting excitedly:
"Four goals! I got four goals, leveled with Agüero in the league!"
Hearing her husband still obsessing over football at this time, Wanda’s face turned green with anger, swinging her arm and smacking him hard, knocking Icardi onto the bed, then straddling him, saying through gritted teeth:
"Good job Mauro! But Suarez is still four goals ahead of you, give me another four-goal performance!"
...
On Wednesday, as soon as it was 5:30 p.m., the passion of the entire city surged towards the Etihad Stadium.
In two hours, the highly anticipated Champions League semifinal would begin!
This time, Manchester City drew the first-leg home, second-leg away slot.
The Etihad Stadium was already a buzzing hub two hours before the match, with police sealing off several roads, while under the protection of mounted officers and vehicles, 3,000 Bayern fans marched in formation, singing their team song loudly.
The ground rumbled with a resonant thundering!
"I didn’t expect Bayern’s fans to be quite organized, much better than Inter and Paris’ traveling fans," said one mounted officer.
"German fans have always been like this, disciplined and well-organized. Listen to the volume, wow, you can tell their fighting spirit is off the charts! We’ll have to keep a tight watch today," another mounted officer agreed, his eyes showing added vigilance.
At this time, Bayern’s bus slowly drove around the corner, prompting a chorus of boos from the roadside Manchester City fans.
However, the boos were soon drowned out by the applause of the early-arriving Bayern away fans.
Guardiola sat in a row on the bus, looking through the large glass at the stadium he would coach at next season.
On the front of the stadium, a colossal match poster was dramatically descending.
On the poster, Agüero stood proudly in the center position, exuding the aura of a striking king;
Sterling on the left was bursting with energy, seeming ready to spring from the frame any second;
On the right, Tang Long’s sharp gaze was full of an elusive dynamism.
Behind them, Delph, Kompany, Ranocchia, Toure, Kolarov, and other main players stood side by side, brimming with vigor.
"After these three years with Bayern, how many years can I stay here? Anyway, I hope not less than three," his eyes showed a bit of longing and expectation.
Starting lineup for this match:
Home team Manchester City: 4231
Agüero
Sterling/Tang Long/Navas
Toure/Delph
Kolarov/Kompany/Ranocchia/Sagna
Caballero
Visiting team Bayern: 433
Ribery/Lewandowski/Costa
Vidal/Alonso/Diego
Alaba/Boateng/Martinez/Lahm
Neuer