At 19, I Was a Nobody. Now I'm 20, and I'm Still a Kid!

Crawling between the legs???

Fernando's words caused an uproar in the stadium.

Agüero, the Spanish-speaking Faction, squinted at the leader of the Portuguese-speaking Faction.

A barely perceptible smile flickered across Joe Hart's lips.

Captain Kompany shrugged, sat down, and touched his forehead.

The owner of the house, Yaya Toure, was taken aback at first, then looked at Gündoğan, watching his reaction.

When Gündoğan's expression—his smile frozen on his face, and him standing there motionless— Toure nodded and came to his rescue.

"I think that's unnecessary. Let's find a different way to welcome you."

"Why? Isn't this a normal welcoming ceremony?" Fernando grinned and looked around at everyone. "Which new signing doesn't have to crawl under us veterans? It's a ritual, we can't skip it."

"Gündoğan, come quickly!"

After saying that, Fernando walked a few steps to Gündoğan, smiled, spread his legs, and then gestured for the others to line up behind him.

Gündoğan's face fell.

Indeed, as Fernando said, the new signing crawling between the legs is a unique welcoming ceremony for many teams.

However, this ritual was not malicious.

Generally, during a new player's first training session with the team, to liven up the atmosphere, the team will have the entire squad line up, and then the new player will take turns crawling under the legs of the veteran players.

Having played in the football world for many years, Gündoğan is naturally aware of this tradition.

However, with the changing times, the crawling ritual has taken on a more civilized form.

That means it changed from drilling to hitting the head.

The row became two rows, and the new recruit walked through the middle of the two rows with his back bent. His teammates took turns gently patting his head, often accompanied by laughter and applause.

If they encounter a young and enlightened head coach, they will also get involved.

Gündoğan joined the team in the winter transfer window.

Upon his arrival, he encountered Manchester City's packed January schedule, with a total of eight matches to play!

Perhaps due to the intense schedule, the players in the Manchester City dressing room were more focused on the game and neglected to welcome new signing Gündoğan.

So they didn't arrange a grand welcome for him with pats on the head.

Today is a family dinner hosted by Toure for the entire team.

Those who came to my home were all prominent figures in the team.

Fernando suddenly brought this up at this time, even turning the head-patting into an old-fashioned crotch-crawl gesture. What was his intention?

Isn't this deliberately trying to embarrass me in front of everyone?!

Gündoğan was no greenhorn; he saw through Fernando's intentions at a glance.

So he remained frozen in place, staring at Fernando.

Sterling couldn't stand it anymore.

Poor Sterling, when he joined Manchester City, he also had to crawl between Milner's legs. This was a step that Milner specifically requested, and it was also a test to see if the young Sterling could join the English-speaking Faction group.

He recalled Milner's contemptuous laughter above him as he crawled through the groin, and a surge of resentment welled up inside him; he could understand how Gündoğan felt at that moment.

"In my opinion, we should change it to patting the head. What era are we living in? Why are we still crawling between someone's legs?"

Sterling, feigning a grin, walked up to Gündoğan, intending to pat him on the head.

Fernando reacted quickly and shoved his hand away!

"You think what you want? Who do you think you are! Sterling, adults are talking here, you little brat, get out of the way!"

Sterling touched the back of his hand, which was slightly red and swollen, looking aggrieved.

Last year I was 19, and I looked like a lackey. Now I'm 20, and people still call me a kid.

You're only about ten years older than me, do you think you're that old?

Sterling opened his mouth, about to say something, but was pulled away by Joe Hart beside him.

Hart whispered a few words in the ear of the English-speaking Faction member and pulled him behind him.

He realized that Fernando was deliberately trying to mess with Gündoğan. To put it nicely, he was giving him a hard time; to put it bluntly, he was trying to establish his own prestige by publicly humiliating someone in front of everyone.

As for why Fernando did that?

Hart could guess with a grain of salt that he was unhappy about losing his defensive midfield position to Gündoğan!

Hart glanced furtively at Agüero, wanting to see the Spanish-speaking Faction leader's reaction.

He had expected Agüero to speak up, but to his surprise Agüero was sitting on the sofa scrolling through his phone with an indifferent expression.

Agüero really doesn't care!

Play however you like.

I don't know Gündoğan well. I just joined the team and I'm not affiliated with any factions. You guys do your thing, I'll play on my phone. I'll come to the table for dinner when you're done.

Joe Hart and Agüero's indifference emboldened Fernando!

The Portuguese-speaking Faction is a small group that has long been dependent on the French-speaking Faction.

This was at Toure's house, his own people's home turf, so Fernando, the Brazil, was emboldened.

Fernando, with his extremely narrow-minded mentality, insisted on having Gündoğan drill the hole!

She even grabbed Gündoğan's hand and made him bend down.

The two were pulling and tugging at each other, both forcing a smile on their faces, but secretly they both wanted to kill each other.

Captain Kompany frowned; he was about to say something in Gündoğan when he heard Bony yell a curse:

"Fernando, you son of a bitch, you can't bully people like this!" With that, she picked up a crystal glass from the table and was about to smash it on Fernando's head.

There were actually quite a few conflicts between these two.

Back when Bony sided with the French-speaking Faction, Fernando, taking advantage of his position, often bullied Bony.

When Bony first joined the team, we had to carry his bag for him.

The key point is that Bony looks down on Fernando. He thinks, "You Portuguese-speaking Faction only has two people; you're nothing in the team. Aren't you just clinging to Toure's coattails, acting like a bully?"

Toure saw Bony grab a weapon, he immediately became furious!

He wasn't worried about Fernando's head getting hit; it was just that the cup was a gift from his youngest daughter's teacher after she won a painting competition at school. As a doting father, Toure cherished it greatly, never filling it with water, and simply displaying it on the table as a decoration.

The cup was about to smash into Fernando's head.

Toure lunged forward, snatched the cup, and slapped Bony across the face!

Snap!

"Bony, have I given you any face? This is my house. You can swear at me, but you're going to hit me? Don't blame me for slapping you!"

Bony had already betrayed him, so Toure felt no guilt about hitting him.

As the leader of the French-speaking Faction, Toure naturally wanted to protect his protégé Fernando and win over the Portuguese-speaking Faction.

Bony covered his burning face, looking shocked. When he saw Toure glaring at him fiercely, his arrogance instantly vanished by half.

Looking around to see if anyone would come to his aid, he found that apart from Sterling and Gündoğan, who were looking at him with rather uneasy eyes, everyone else had indifferent expressions.

"What are you looking at, Bony?" Fernando sneered. "Your father, Don, isn't here today. Nobody's talking to you."

Bony blushed, cursed at Fernando, and then grabbed the car keys from the table and left.

Captain Kompany tried to step forward to stop them, but was stopped by Toure.

"Get him out of here, he's not welcome!"

Kompany was determined to move forward, Toure recalled how he had been humiliated in front of the team's bigwigs at Kompany's house because of Nasri, and he felt extremely frustrated.

Now that he was on his home turf, he wanted to regain some ground, so he simply held onto Kompany tightly, preventing him from moving.

Seeing Bony jump into the car, start the engine, and speed away, Kompany let out a long sigh!

He thought with deep sorrow, "Fight all you want, even if it turns the world upside down, it's none of my business! I'll still get my salary, I'll still play football. Next season, I don't care if I'm captain anymore, whoever wants to be captain can take it!"

Watching his teammates fight amongst themselves, Kompany, who was unaffiliated with any faction, became somewhat irritated.

He plopped down next to Agüero and pulled out his phone to play with it.

"Let's begin, Gündoğan. The food's getting cold. You've finished your crawling, the welcoming ceremony is over, how about we start eating?" Fernando returned to the main topic.

With Tang Long absent, and First Captain Kompany and Second Captain Agüero indifferent, Gündoğan has become completely isolated.

He had considered doing the same as Bony and walking away.

However, having just joined the team, he offended many big shots, and Gündoğan didn't have the courage to do so.

Just like in previous matches, when Tang Long commented that his passes were too purposeful and not sudden enough, Gündoğan didn't dare to retort directly and could only sulk in silence.

"Okay, I'll drill..."

Gündoğan lowered his head and squatted on the ground.

Although the others weren't standing in line behind Fernando, they were also watching the drama unfold in the living room.

Agüero thought to himself, "Gündoğan has no allies or factions. It's normal for a new signing to suffer some setbacks. Toure won't be here long. Fernando's ability in the defensive midfield position is clearly inferior to Gündoğan's. Heh, let's see how long you guys can keep jumping around."

Joe Hart thought to himself, "I'm just a substitute. I can't even compete with Caballero. Why am I getting involved in Gündoğan's affairs? Let them do whatever they want."

Kompany's face darkened. "Bullying people is wrong, of course, but... well, let's give Toure some face, after all, we're at his house."

Fernando has a lot of bad intentions.

Just as Gündoğan was about to squat down, he slowly moved between Gintosh's long, spread legs;

Fernando suddenly squatted down, lowering the space in his crotch by half!

When Gündoğan saw this, he was so angry that his bushy beard bristled.

Previously, the crotch was large enough that I could crouch down and waddle over.

Now, with his small crotch, he can't squat down to get through; he has to crawl on the ground!

Seeing Gündoğan's face turn red, Toure was also annoyed. What was supposed to be a nice dinner party had turned into this mess.

But since he had already hit someone, he might as well go all the way and there was no turning back.

This is also a good opportunity to rebuild my authority in front of the locker room leaders.

"Hurry up and crawl in, Gündoğan! Everyone's waiting for you. We'll only sit down to eat after you've crawled in!"

After saying that, he picked up the remote control on the table and pressed the close button.

The electronically controlled door connecting the living room and the yard slowly closed...