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"I'll be leaving first, Su."

"See you, brother!"

"Do you want me to see you off?"

At Carrington, Manchester City's players packed up and gradually said goodbye to Su Dong.

Su Dong stood at the dressing-room entrance, hugging each departing teammate one by one.

Everyone could tell that he wasn't in a very good mood.

Neither were they.

In the match against Arsenal that had just ended, the two sides had ultimately drawn three-three.

This could be called a major victory for Manchester City.

Even after the match, the fans in the stands had been cheering, and the players themselves felt that it was a decent result.

But they were still unwilling to accept it!

They had received a red card just four minutes into the match, conceded a penalty near the end of the first half, taken the lead three times only to be pegged back three times, and then been equalized by Arsenal in stoppage time.

Who could accept a result like that without feeling bitter?

Everyone had given everything they had, and many players had pushed themselves until they cramped up during the match.

This wasn't Su Dong's achievement alone. Although he had scored a hat trick, it had been the result of the entire team's collective effort.

One person alone could never have done it.

"Everyone!" Su Dong suddenly called out loudly.

Everyone stopped and turned to look at him, wondering why he had called them back at a time like this.

"Thank you all! This was a moving match!" Su Dong said.

The Manchester City players nodded one after another.

It had been a difficult match, but it had also been deeply moving.

When every player on the pitch gave everything and fought toward the same goal, the feeling was irresistible.

Many of them