Aguero Backs Tang Long! He Joins Forces with Kompany and Hart to Pressure Manchester City's Board!
What does it mean to remove Nasri from the player roster?
Could it be...?
Agüero, the leader of the Spanish-speaking Faction, was quick-witted and immediately realized what was happening.
Now that we've decided to give our full support to Tang Long, there's no turning back. We must be resolute and not back down!
"I support Don's statement. Nasri no longer deserves to play for Manchester City. He has to leave at the end of this season. If he doesn't leave, not only Don, but I Agüero, will not stand for it!"
Silva, another key figure in the Spanish-speaking Faction, has consistently aligned himself with Agüero on major policy issues.
This time, however, he remained silent.
During an internal team meeting, a player was publicly asked to leave the team at the end of the season.
Silva has never done anything like this in his career!
He vaguely felt that saying such things was too reckless and audacious, and not something a player should do.
But since Agüero has already spoken out, Silva, who has already sided with him, cannot openly oppose him.
He simply frowned, looking at Agüero with a slightly worried expression, offering no comment.
On the other side, before Joe Hart, the leader of the English-speaking Faction, could utter a word, young Sterling jumped up and shouted:
"End of the season? No, I think Nasri should have left during the winter transfer window!"
"He deliberately framed Tang. His presence on our team will only undermine our unity!"
Sterling said this with great courage.
Although he felt a little guilty, he also admired himself for being able to say such harsh words in front of so many big names in the team.
After saying that, Sterling looked at Tang Long expectantly, as if to say: Brother Tang, how about it? I'm loyal enough, right? I've got your back!
Snap!
Fernando, the leader of the Portugal- speaking group who had remained silent throughout the previous discussion, suddenly slammed his fist on the table and stood up!
He pointed at Sterling's nose and cursed:
"Little Sterling, the big shots are speaking, do you even have the right to speak here?"
"You're only 19, how can you speak so viciously? Nasri merely the Sun and told him to leave over the winter. Where is he going?"
"No matter what, Nasri is our teammate. How can you treat your teammate like this? Humph, if you don't want to stay at Manchester City, you can get out yourself, don't drag others into this!"
Of the group present, Sterling was the youngest, having just transferred from Liverpool to Manchester City this year.
As the lowest-ranking person, Sterling stammered and took a step back behind the table after being confronted by Fernando. Underlings generally don't dare to refute.
Joe Hart waved his hand, signaling his underlings to sit down and remain silent.
The experienced Hart had already figured it out.
The Portuguese-speaking Faction is clearly subordinate to the French-speaking Faction, and today's debate is mainly between the French-speaking Faction and Spanish-speaking Faction, or rather, a contest between Toure and Agüero, the two absolute bigwigs of Manchester City!
English-speaking Faction; don't get involved too easily. Just take sides at the end.
Sure enough, when Fernando disagreed, Agüero didn't hold back and retorted without hesitation!
He lifted one foot and placed it on the table, rested his right hand on his knee, and looked at Fernando with a defiant gaze.
"Oh, Fernando, so you're saying Nasri stays and Sterling leaves, right?"
"Is this your idea, or your older Toure's?"
Agüero, with his South America straightforwardness, didn't take Fernando, a nobody, seriously at all, and instead turned his anger towards Toure, the French-speaking Faction.
Fernando, backed by Toure, did not back down in the slightest!
"Nasri is an important member of our team. He has played for Manchester City for five years. He has contributed greatly and worked hard. Agüero, you need to understand that although you are very strong, Manchester City is not your team alone!"
This statement was laced with hostility, made without any attempt to conceal it;
Even Kompany, who had been sitting silently in the main seat, felt a chill run down his spine!
Seeing that a conflict was about to break out between the two sides, Kolarov, the nominal leader of the Italian-speaking Faction, could no longer sit still.
He was about to stand up and speak when Tang Long stopped him and whispered in his ear, "Don't rush, let's wait and see."
Inside the huge restaurant, which spans over a hundred square meters, crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, their curtains shimmering with a golden luster.
The various expressions on everyone's faces were clearly visible under the light.
"Sergio, put your foot down! Let's talk this out. This table of mine is very expensive; the wood alone is worth 40,000 Pound Sterling. If you damage it, I'll make you pay for it!"
Kompany reprimanded Agüero in a half-joking tone, slightly easing the tension.
The people were talking rather loudly in the restaurant.
Kompany's wife, dressed in pajamas, emerged from her bedroom on the second floor of the villa with a worried expression. She stood by the railing of the double-height ceiling, watching a group of noisy men below.
She didn't go back to her room until she saw her husband look up and wave his hand behind him.
Toure, 32, was the oldest person present.
His greatest strength is his composure.
After all, what hasn't Toure seen?
He won the treble with Barcelona back in 2009.
He is the only active player on the Manchester City team to have won the UEFA Champions League, and it can be said that in terms of player honors, Toure surpasses all his teammates.
"Nasri has indeed done a terrible job, that's a fact; Manchester City is not one person's team, that's also a fact. As for whether Nasri stays or not, no one here has the final say, that's a question for our CEO, Begiristain."
Toure changed the subject.
Another player from the French-speaking Faction, right-back Sagna, also chimed in with a smile:
"Toure is right. He's willing to uphold justice and make Nasri give him a public apology in front of the whole team. I think that's enough to punish Nasri. The other comments are quite excessive. We should treat young people like Nasri who make mistakes with kindness. After all, who among us hasn't made mistakes when they were young? I believe Don can understand Nasri's situation."
Sagna is a hardworking black guard who doesn't talk much.
However, thanks to his excellent overall abilities, he has long held the starting position at right-back for Manchester City.
Before joining Manchester City, he played for Arsenal for many years and was a well-known hero in the Premier League.
His words carried some weight in the locker room, and given that Nasri was his France national teammate, Sagna was keen to give Nasri a helping hand and prevent him from suffering a major setback.
After Sagna finished speaking, she nudged Bony, who was sitting to her right, to say a few words as well.
However, Bony remained ashen-faced and silent, as if he were holding back something.
Seeing that the atmosphere was gradually easing, Joe Hart, the leader of the English-speaking Faction, felt he should say a few words to smooth things over.
This is something he's best at.
But just as he was about to speak, a furious shout rang in his ears, instantly silencing Hart!
Bony jumped up. "I disagree! The club should terminate Nasri's contract immediately and kick him out of the team. What's the point of waiting for the winter transfer window or the end of the season?!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Long immediately kicked Kolarov.
Kolarov also jumped to his feet!
He's 187cm tall with long legs and a big build. When he stood up, he sent the chair behind him flying, crashing to the ground with a thud.
"Bony is right! A scumbag like Nasri doesn't deserve to play for Manchester City. I don't want to be his teammate for even a second longer!"
Ranocchia stood up unsteadily, arms crossed, and laughed:
"I don't want to be teammates with Nasri either. What if he sneaks into my house and takes pictures of me one day?"
Bony's last-minute betrayal was a plan that Tang Long had discussed with him beforehand.
It was Bony who first told Tang Long about Nasri's secret filming;
From the moment he leaked this information, he had already decided to break with the French-speaking Faction and cling tightly to Tang Long's coattails!
After all, he's a striker on this team, and the player who can help him the most isn't Toure, Nasri, Sagna, or even Clichy—it can only be attacking midfielder Tang Long!
Bony's sudden defection left both Toure and Sagna, two veteran players in their thirties, completely taken aback!
They stared at the Ivory Coast boy in disbelief, their faces a mixture of anger, confusion, and bewilderment.
Agüero clapped his hands and laughed heartily!
The French-speaking Faction is having internal strife; it's hilarious.
Agüero was unaware of the details, but he was also overjoyed.
"Hahaha, listen to this, listen to this!" Agüero put his hands on his hips, looked around, and said, "Looks like you French-speaking Faction have some reasonable and understanding people! I think Bony's words are very good. I agree that the club should terminate Nasri's contract immediately. I'll call CEO Begiristain tomorrow because I'm afraid he'll take pictures of me!"
"And you guys? Anyone here willing to be secretly photographed by Nasri, please raise your hand. I certainly won't."
The underlings suddenly turned against them, making their own people a laughingstock.
Even the usually composed Toure couldn't hold back this time. He swung his large hand like a vise and clamped it around Bony's neck.
"Traitor! Bony, you traitor!"
Yaya Toure was over 190 cm tall, had two large, coal-black hands that made it hard for Bony to breathe. Bonnie's eyes rolled back, and he looked like he was about to faint.
Fortunately, Kompany, a former center-back, was stronger and used his powerful arms to overpower Yaya Toure.
"Toure, this is my house! My wife and kids are still sleeping upstairs. If you want to discipline your underlings, go outside! Let go, give me some face."
If Toure first arrived at Manchester City, his physical strength would have been at its peak, and Kompany might not have been stronger than him.
But now, at 32, Toure's health is already declining.
He remained silent for a moment, then, realizing he couldn't win against Kompany, he released his grip on Kompany's hands.
He sat in the chair, resentful, silently sulking.
As the team's leader, Kompany's next words were delivered in a tone devoid of any room for negotiation, sounding like a final declaration.
"It's okay to be bad at football, but it's unacceptable to have bad character! Nasri is that kind of trash who's bad at football and has terrible character. He doesn't deserve to play for Manchester City, not even for a minute."
"All of you here, I believe this clause was included in your contracts with the club."
"If a player intentionally causes significant reputational damage to the club, the club has the right to terminate the player's contract based on this clause and to impose additional financial compensation!"
"Does this incident of secretly filming teammates fall into this category? I think so."
"Furthermore, Miss Gracie is our team doctor and the daughter of the Mayor of Manchester; her reputation will also be damaged!"
"The Abu Dhabi United Group has always placed great importance on the business environment with the UK government. Unfortunately, Nasri has run into trouble this time."
"Tomorrow, I will go with Agüero to explain the whole story and bring video evidence to Mr. Begiristain. His decision is his business, but as players, we must have our own stance!"
Kompany paused for a moment, then said, "Hart, what do you think?"
Joe Hart knew that Captain Kompany was about to begin voting.
Realizing that Kompany had firmly sided with the Spanish-speaking Faction and Italian-speaking Faction and intended to unite everyone to resist Nasri, who was part of the French-speaking Faction, Joe Hart concluded that from this moment on, Nasri had no future at Manchester City.
He nodded solemnly. "Alright, I will report to Begiristain with you."
The wind picked up at night.
The night wind rustled through the maple forest in the mountains.
Bony wrapped his black trench coat tighter around himself, squatted by the door, and only breathed a sigh of relief after Toure and Sagna had left, still cursing.
"Tang, I've done all I can," he turned and gave Tang Long a hug. "Today was really tough. I won't have any contact with the French-speaking Faction anymore."
"Bony, things will get tougher from here on out, but don't worry, as long as I'm here, I guarantee you can stay at Manchester City, because you always manage to score."
Agüero, meanwhile, was driving with Silva, speeding along country roads at midnight.
He floored the accelerator in his Mercedes-Benz G63 AMG several times, his mood as excited as the roaring eight-cylinder engine.
Silva, however, showed no excitement whatsoever; instead, he appeared worried.
"Sergio, so many people have petitioned the club to force them to terminate a player's contract... I've played football for over a decade and have never encountered anything like this. Aren't we going too far?"
"Too much? It's meant to be too much! I've been fed up with these French speakers for ages, this is awesome, tonight is so awesome, hahaha! It's even more awesome than a hat trick!"
Everyone left.
There were crisscrossing tire tracks on the ground in front of the entrance.
The courtyard returned to tranquility.
Occasionally, the chirping of crickets could be heard.
Kompany put his hands behind his back, pushed open the sliding door, and strolled into the courtyard. After walking for a while, he seemed preoccupied.
This walk took more than an hour.
As the night wind grew stronger, the hem of Kompany's dark blue pajamas billowed high, and the chirping of crickets faded into the howling wind.
He looked up at the bright, clear moon in the sky.
The Belgium touched his bald head, which was as smooth as the moon, and muttered a curse under his breath:
"Shit! Managing the locker room is exhausting, much harder than playing football. We even have to play Juventus midweek, is this any way to handle it? When I retire, I'm going to travel the world, I'd rather die than be a coach!"