The Sword of Damocles hanging over his head finally fell, and the clown was slaughtered!

At that moment, in the northeast corner of the Etihad Stadium, a middle-aged man wearing a hat, sunglasses, and a scarf was huddled in his seat.

His trembling legs revealed that although he was extremely excited, he was trying hard to suppress his excitement.

"Well done, Tang! There's no difficulty in this world that can defeat you!"

Chivu clenched his fists secretly.

He disguised his appearance and suppressed his excitement in this way not because he was afraid of being recognized by the fans;

I deliberately chose this remote corner to avoid being spotted by the camera, otherwise I would inevitably get a scolding from my boss Mancini.

In this round of the Premier League, Chivu was instructed by England national team manager Mancini to watch Tottenham Hotspur's match against Leicester City, with a focus on observing several Tottenham Hotspur England such as Alli, Dier, and Walker.

However, he declined Mancini's offer, saying he had family matters to attend to and needed to return to Romania.

In the blink of an eye, Chivu appeared in the stands at the Etihad Stadium, watching Manchester City's home game against Hull City live.

He did this because he was worried about Tang Long.

The Nasri affair caused a huge uproar throughout UK, and Chivu, as an assistant coach for the England national team, had naturally heard about it.

He had no worries about Tang Long's character and looked down on the Sun, a trashy media outlet that relied on sensationalism and gossip to gain traffic.

Chivu was worried that Tang Long might be affected by external factors, resulting in poor performance on the field, his mental state, and whether he needed Chivu's guidance.

After all, this player is only 19 years old!

At his age, many players are still wasting their youth in the youth team, while Tang Long has already appeared on the top stage of the Premier League as the absolute midfield core of Manchester City.

In hindsight, it was all unfounded worry.

I was overthinking it.

Seeing Tang Long score a goal and provide an assist in just one minute of the first half, Chivu finally felt a weight lifted from his shoulders.

"Resilience."

Chivu silently repeated the two words in his mind.

At that moment, the former Inter Milan player suddenly remembered his Inter Milan teammate – Netherlands attacking midfielder Wesley Sneijder.

Back then, Sneijder also faced immense pressure when he joined Inter Milan from Real Madrid.

Many Italy media outlets were skeptical of the Netherlands star's arrival, saying he clearly didn't want to come to Inter Milan and was desperately trying to stay at Real Madrid. They argued that Inter Milan was the last resort for the Netherlands, and that he came here with resentment.

Perhaps no one expected that Sneijder, who had just joined Inter Milan, would put on a brilliant performance in the Derby della Madonnina the very next day!

Sneijder's first shot caught Milan's goalkeeper Dida off guard;

Ultimately, his outstanding performance helped Inter Milan secure a resounding 4-0 victory at home!

Sneijder also rose to fame in the hearts of Inter Milan fans, thus beginning his glorious journey as a master attacking midfielder in Serie A.

This demonstrates Sneijder's resilience under pressure as a top midfielder.

Watching Tang Long running hard on the field, Chivu couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration:

"Sneijder was already 25 years old back then, a mature player, in the prime of his midfield career, with peak experience on the field. Tang Long, on the other hand, was only 19 years old, just his second year as a professional player. Faced with adversity, he showed such composure, faced it calmly, and responded powerfully! If he can maintain this performance, given time, he will definitely become a top superstar like Lionel Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo!"

Before the end of the first half, Tang Long once again delivered a brilliant performance, earning screams from the entire stadium!

From the moment the ball left his feet, everyone thought it was a mistake.

Although the ball rolled into an open space, there were no Manchester City teammates there to receive it.

Even the Hull City players were slowly making their way towards the ball, without accelerating.

In their prediction, the ball would soon roll out of bounds, and their team would be awarded a goal kick.

However, to everyone's surprise, Kolarov suddenly rushed out!

"Damn, that's too fast! I can't keep up!"

Despite his shouts, Kolarov never slowed down on the wing.

It turns out that Tang Long's pass was not the problem; he accurately predicted the huge gap on Hull City's left flank and anticipated that Kolarov's run would create a connection along that line.

However, Kolarov reacted a beat too slowly, and he also hit a physical plateau near the end of the first half, so his speed didn't pick up immediately.

But no one noticed that Kolarov, gritting his teeth and with a ferocious expression, suddenly appeared, catching Hull City's defense off guard!

When two-thirds of the ball was already outside the sideline, Kolarov stretched out his long leg completely, and using the momentum of the slippery ground, he slid in and used his left foot to hook the ball, which was about to go out of bounds, back into the center of the penalty area!

The saying "opportunity always favors the prepared mind" is absolutely true.

Just when everyone thought Tang Long's pass was a mistake, many Manchester City players, including Sterling and Fernandinho, began to move back to prepare for defense, but only center forward Bony remained, roaming between the opponent's two center-backs.

Bony is rather straightforward and didn't receive much education as a child, so he often thinks in a very one-track mind.

Regardless of any on-field judgment, Bony firmly believed one thing: Tang Long's passes always had a deeper meaning.

As a striker, I always have a chance as long as I stay in the penalty area.

Before Hull City's center-back could react to Kolarov's unexpected high pass, Bony leaped high and headed the ball into the near corner.

"Haha, I made the right bet!"

Bony, who made the right bet, scored twice!

This goal was an absolute delight for the Manchester City fans in the stadium!

With the match nearing its end, many Manchester City fans began heading backstage, either to use the restroom or to buy hot dogs.

Especially when Tang Long's ball looked like it was about to go out of bounds, many people stood up.

But just as these people had left their seats and taken only a couple of steps down the aisle, a thunderous roar erupted from behind them, accompanied by cheers from the fans.

"Oh, a goal?"

Who scored the goal?

"Bony who got in?"

"How is that possible? Wasn't that pass going out of bounds?!"

Just as Manchester City went into halftime with a 3-0 lead, at Manchester City's training ground, 15 kilometers away from the Etihad Stadium.

Business Director Berrada called Nasri into his office.

Nasri did not travel with the team for this match; Pellegrini excluded him from the squad at the last minute.

Sensing impending doom, Nasri walked nervously into the business director's office.

At first, Nasri felt like the sky was falling when he realized his scheme had been exposed.

"That son of a bitch from the Sun, I'll never forgive you!"

He sensed that his career at Manchester City was over.

He was trembling with fear, unable to eat, and looked much more haggard. He didn't know when the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head would pierce him through his entire body.

The thought of this made Nasri feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he trembled uncontrollably.

However, when he saw that the senior executive who summoned him was not CEO Begiristain, but Business Director Berrada, a sense of hope suddenly arose in Nasri's heart.

"Hehe, does this matter not have that much impact? It didn't even alarm the CEO. Berrada seems quite easy to talk to. Maybe he values my influence in France and will let me off the hook from a business perspective. Wow, after all, there are quite a few Manchester City fans in France who like to buy my jerseys!"

Little did he know that Berrada was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Despite his smiling gesture of inviting Nasri to sit down and personally serving him a cup of coffee, this was all a prelude to a harsher punishment, preparing for the death sentence to come later.

He first praised Nasri, saying he was an extremely talented player.

He has made outstanding contributions to Manchester City over the past five years and is deeply loved by many Manchester City fans. He has also made indelible contributions to the club's expansion in the France market.

Nasri nodded repeatedly in satisfaction upon hearing the praise, thinking to himself, "It seems the higher-ups still recognize my talent. This paparazzi incident is just a minor incident. I have a contract with the club; how could a few bigwigs in the team possibly get me fired just by egging the higher-ups on? You're kidding, Manchester City is controlled by the Abu Dhabi United Group, not some individual player's team! And it's certainly not Tang's team."

The two men looked at each other and chuckled in similar voices.

Little did the France know that this was merely a prelude to force. Next, Berrada, like a Sichuan opera mask-changer, changed the channel and adopted a gloomy face, radiating a chilling aura that sent shivers down Nasri's spine.

Suddenly, a large knife came crashing down on Nasri's head!

"Mr. Nasri, given your serious breach of Manchester City's disciplinary regulations and the extremely negative impact on the club's reputation, the Abu Dhabi United Group is extremely angry and will impose severe penalties on you! On behalf of Manchester City, I am issuing you this notice, which contains both good and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?"

Nasri was trembling all over and could barely speak.

"Oh, there's good news too? Well, why don't you tell me the bad news first...?"

Berrada was stern and rarely smiled; her voice was booming, and every word she uttered was resounding.

"The bad news is that you secretly took private photos of Tang and colluded with the Sun to publish reports that severely smeared the club's reputation, violating the ethics clause in point six, sub-point three of your personal contract. The clause is here, please see!"

Berrada pulled out a pre-prepared contract from behind her, taken from the archives, and opened it, pointing to one clause and waving it in front of Nasri 'Nasri eyes.

"According to the terms, the remaining two years of the contract will terminate immediately. We are terminating your contract right now!"

Upon hearing the words "termination of contract," Nasri jumped up in a panic, scratching his head and sweating profusely, shouting incoherently. After a while, he calmed down and was able to speak clearly.

"No, no way! What right do you have to terminate my contract? I still have two years left on my contract with the club. My contract is protected by law. Even if you want to terminate it, you have to pay me my remaining two years' salary, 6 million Pound Sterling, not a penny less. That's not worth it. You're not stupid, you definitely won't do it. Don't think you can scare me!"