Icardi Exploded at Wanda: "Send Me to Ligue 1, and I'll Divorce You!"

Chivu was Tang Long's first benefactor after he began his professional career.

This former Inter Milan treble-winning player not only greatly improved his physical fitness, but also raised his data threshold from 70 to 80 in the AI Cloud Training Ground!

Then Ronaldo, the second benefactor, appeared.

After accepting the agent contract offered by Ronaldo, Tang Long's data threshold increased by 12%, soaring from 80 to 90, marking a qualitative leap in his potential!

Tang Long doesn't know yet when he'll be able to unlock level 90 and move on to the next level.

However, at this stage, Tang Long's short passing stat has only reached its peak of 90. In other aspects, such as shooting accuracy, shooting power, dribbling, speed, and defense, there is still a lot of room for improvement.

Host: Tang Long

Age: 18

Height: 182

Weight:79KG

Positions: Attacking midfielder, shadow striker, defensive midfielder.

Shooting accuracy: 81

Shot power: 79

Header: 79

Dribbling: 82

Long pass: 85

Short pass: 90 (threshold)

Set pieces: 77

Speed: 80

Physical fitness: 85

Strength: 82

Jump: 80

Defense: 75

Overall score: 83

Stadium rating: Serie A starting level!

(Just to clarify, the author has never played FIFA. In FIFA, a score of 90 is considered superstar level. The author used to play Pro Evolution Soccer about ten years ago, and the ratings are based on the general standards of Pro Evolution Soccer.)

In addition, Tang Long has mastered some special skills that are unique and cannot be reflected in data, but can be demonstrated on the court.

There are mainly three.

De Bruyne's curling, Low-trajectory Curve Shot was a through ball.

Pirlo's enticing pass.

Maradona's soft touch (54% match)

Having multiple skills is never a bad thing. With these special skills, Tang Long has more options when facing complex situations on the field, and he plays with more ease and grace, displaying a master-like demeanor in Serie A.

Besides that, Tang Long harbored a secret expectation about Eto'o.

"I think you're more suited to wearing number 9 Icardi, because you're the true initiator of the attack."

"I think if possible, you could try moving further forward to play a number 9.5 position, facing the goal directly. You'd be more threatening and could score more goals."

This is what Eto'o, a former Inter Milan striker and legend, said to Tang Long when they exchanged jerseys after Sampdoria Inter Milan avenged their loss to Sampdoria in the 26th round of Serie A this season.

In fact, exchanging jerseys with Eto'o after the match was something Tang Long had wanted to do long before the game!

There is a side reward in Tang Long's Green Pitch Engine AI System.

That is, as long as you win the favor of a former Inter Milan treble-winning player, you can unlock a special hidden reward.

However, now that the entire season is over, the hidden reward associated with the "African Cheetah" is still nowhere to be seen.

What exactly is the reward, what kind of power boost does it provide, and when will it arrive?

Tang Long had no way of knowing the answers to these questions; perhaps, the time was simply not right.

In the bustling city of Milan, right next to the historic Stadio Giuseppe Meazza, every inch of land shines with a golden luster.

Just 500 meters away from the stadium stands an extremely luxurious apartment building.

Its rooftop terrace is like a paradise, covered with meticulously crafted greenery. Amidst the lush greenery, a few small birds with colorful feathers occasionally flit about, flapping their wings merrily, adding a touch of life to this spacious area.

However, on this rooftop terrace, which should have been a pleasant place to relax, Icardi seemed unusually distracted.

The apartment he lives in, with its monthly property management fee of up to 5,000 euros, is enough to demonstrate his status.

But at this moment, the birdsong and fragrant flowers around him seemed to be irrelevant background noise.

He abruptly sat up from the recliner, grabbed the LV bag he had carefully chosen for his wife Wanda from the table, and angrily ripped off the strap, using it as a weapon to vent his frustration.

He leaped back and forth on the rooftop, forcefully swinging his shoulder strap at the innocent birds in the treetops, roaring:

"Quiet down, all of you! Get out of here! What else can you do besides chattering away?!"

The startled birds hurriedly flapped their wings and took flight.

Just as Icardi turned around, a shapeless clump of white bird droppings landed squarely on his head.

He touched his head in astonishment, then sniffed his filthy fingers.

An indescribable odor instantly assaulted his senses, as if nature were mocking him.

This time, Icardi did not fly into a rage as usual.

Instead, he stood there listlessly, as if all his energy had been drained away, muttering to himself, "Why am I so unlucky..."

Icardi is really unlucky!

Because of his recklessness in breaking ties with Inter Milan.

He not only lost his hope of winning the European Golden Shoe.

He was not seen at the Coppa Italia and UEFA Europa League finals.

Seeing her husband's miserable state, Wanda was somewhat puzzled.

"Honey, what's wrong? You were fine just now. Who upset you this time?"

"Nobody provoked me, I'm just angry with myself. We won the Coppa Italia and the UEFA Europa League, but not only did I not get to play, I wasn't even given a chance to celebrate with my teammates. I'm such a failure..."

Icardi slumped on the recliner, sprawled out, utterly exhausted.

Wanda was even more puzzled by her husband's words.

"So that's all? According to the rules of the game, even if you didn't play, the two trophies Inter Milan won this season should still be added to your honor roll. Besides, without your 40 league goals for Inter Milan, could they have finished in the top three? Inter Milan was able to go all the way because of you. You are the best, my dear little Mauro," Wanda said with a smile.

Wanda is right.

However, this woman doesn't play football, so she can't understand that for a significant number of players, football is not just a job to earn money, but also a stage where dreams and passion collide.

For 22-year-old Icardi, failing to lift both championship trophies himself significantly diminished their significance in his heart.

"How's it going with your talks with Juventus? Is it going to work out? Give me a straight answer!" Icardi said.

While taking a selfie against the backdrop of the sunset, Wanda managed to squeeze in a few words: "Juventus said they can't afford my asking salary of 7 million euros after tax. How about we go to Paris?"

Paris?

Icardi was taken aback.

He had never watched Ligue 1 before and was completely unfamiliar with France Football. When he heard his wife say she wanted to go to Paris, he was immediately taken aback.

"What are you going to Paris for? To go shopping?" Icardi asked urgently.

"Paris Saint-Germain, they're very interested in you. 7 million is no problem, and they can even give me a 10 million commission."

"As for the transfer fee, Inter Milan won't sell me cheaply; they definitely want to make a killing."

"Don't worry, Mauro. They're all oil tycoons; they can send a truckload of checks anytime. As long as we give the nod, Inter Milan won't make things difficult for you. The moment they suspended you from the team, they decided to sell you this summer."

Icardi jumped off the deck chair and paced back and forth on the spacious rooftop.

The setting sun shone on the remaining bird droppings on his head, turning them a beautiful golden yellow.

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

"I'm only 22 years old, I absolutely cannot go to Ligue 1!"

"At my age, going to Ligue 1 would be a step backward in my career. Even if I can't go to Juventus, I won't go to Ligue 1!"

Faced with Icardi's sudden assertiveness, Wanda was taken aback and speechless for a moment.

This kid, he always listened to me, how come he's suddenly become so stubborn?

"Then you can stay at Inter Milan and sit on the bench," Wanda's face darkened. "If I don't go to Ligue 1, who can meet my salary demand of 7 million euros? Do you expect me to continue living a frugal life with you?"

"What about La Liga? Barca and Real Madrid both offer high salaries and are great platforms. Lionel Messi is at Barca, Di Maria is in La Liga, and I have quite a few fellow countrymen here."

Upon hearing about these two clubs, Wanda gave a cold laugh.

"Mauro, you're really a toad trying to eat swan meat. Lionel Messi, Suarez, Neymar, Cristiano Ronaldo, Benzema, Bale, who can you squeeze out? Neither of those teams even contacted me; they don't want you."

Wanda has done some research since becoming her husband's agent.

Wanda thoroughly studied the personnel configurations of all the clubs in the top Top Five Leagues that could offer high salaries.

In her view, Paris Saint-Germain is the best choice for her husband right now, making it easier for her to accumulate more gold coins.

As for his career?

Wanda doesn't play football, so what does Icardi's career have to do with her?

In this woman's view, football is just a way to make money, similar to her previous modeling job.

"Then, let's go to the Premier League!"

"If you force me to go to Ligue 1, I, I will..."

Wanda looked up and saw Icardi flushed red, steam rising from his head.

"I'm divorcing you!" Icardi said through gritted teeth.

When Wanda heard that Icardi wanted to divorce her, her heart skipped a beat.

This kid always listens to me without question, why is he suddenly so stubborn today?

Wanda thought to herself, "This idiot has only been playing football for a few years and hasn't earned much money. I'm only with him because I see him as a promising prospect. If he kicks me out now, even if I get half of his fortune, it'll only be less than two million euros. That's not enough for my next life! No, I'll have to appease him."

"Oh, honey, I was just saying, don't rush me. Premier League it is! Manchester United, Manchester United Premier League, Manchester City Chelsea, Arsenal, they're all vying for you, take your pick."

Wanda unbuttoned two buttons at the collar of her red shirt.

She swayed her hips as she walked up to Icardi, smiling as she tied her long blonde hair with a ribbon, unbuckled Icardi's belt, and squatted down.

Wanda is very eloquent; her silver tongue was enough to persuade Icardi...