Ranocchia, Kolarov, and Fernando

Turning my head to look behind me, I saw the electric door slowly closing.

Gündoğan hopeless.

He felt wronged and resentful, but what could he do?

"If Tang were here..."

Gündoğan red eyes, Gündoğan crawled down, lying prone in front of Fernando's long legs.

Looking at that rounded outline, it seems I can't escape this humiliation today.

Gündoğan secretly vowed that one day he would inflict the same humiliation on this Brazil!

The moment Gündoğan closed his eyes.

With a click, the electric door got stuck;

Not only was it stuck, but the entire door also started shaking violently.

"Gündoğan, stand up!"

When Gündoğan heard someone call his name, he turned around abruptly, and was overjoyed!

Tang Long had one foot braced against the gap as the door was about to close, glaring angrily at him.

Then, with a powerful swing of his right leg, he forcefully swung the door open!

With a few hissing sounds, white smoke rose from the top of the door; the button was burnt!

Tang Long strode into the Toure family's living room, followed by two burly men, Ranocchia and Kolarov, who entered in single file and flanked Tang Long.

When Gündoğan saw that Tang Long and his group had finally arrived, he was immediately moved to tears and jumped up to hide behind them.

These are the bride's family members.

"Why are you so late?" Gündoğan complained.

"Kolarov drove the car into a ditch halfway there. The three of us finally managed to lift it out, and we were almost at the door when Bony hit it again... It's okay, don't make a sound." Tang Long patted the dust off his sleeves.

It was only then that Gündoğan noticed that Tang Long and his two companions were disheveled, their feet covered in mud, and they looked rather untidy.

Toure was very unhappy, thinking that Tang Long wouldn't come, and felt that he was being looked down upon.

Tang Long's sudden appearance surprised and delighted Toure!

It seems I do have some prestige within the team.

"Haha, Tang, you're here! Come, come, take a seat, everyone's been waiting for you to start the meal!"

Having said that, he took three steps forward in two and enthusiastically grabbed Tang Long's arm.

On the sofa, Kompany, Agüero, Joe Hart, and the others who had been indifferently playing on their phones all stood up when they saw Tang Long suddenly arrive. Their expressions changed, and they smiled and nodded at him.

Joe Hart pulled Sterling behind him and whispered:

"Later, no matter what happens, you just stay silent, don't speak, and don't get involved."

Tang Long stood still, motionless as a bell.

The group drove a dump truck that had been lifted out of the ditch and hurriedly arrived at the Toure family's yard. Before they even entered the living room, they saw Gündoğan kneeling in front of someone's... someone else through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

Tang Long rushed in and immediately recognized the man as Fernando.

Both of them were defensive midfielders, and after a moment's thought, he understood the general idea.

"What just happened?" Tang Long asked the crowd in a booming voice.

"Fernando said he'd throw me a welcoming ceremony..." Gündoğan muttered to himself.

"I'm not asking you, I'm asking Fernando, what were you trying to do just now?" Tang Long stared intently at Fernando.

Everyone was puzzled to see Tang protecting Fernando like this.

Actually, the rest of the team didn't know that Gündoğan had joined the Italian-speaking Faction group. Seeing that the two often communicated during training, they assumed that the new signing was taking the initiative to ask the team's most valuable player for tips on football skills, and they didn't think about him joining the group.

When Fernando saw Tang Long suddenly questioning him, he cursed inwardly, "You hypocrite!"

I taught the new Gündoğan a lesson, Kompany, Agüero, and Toure didn't object.

The first, second, and third team leaders didn't say a word, so what's it to you, the fourth team leader? Are you trying to play the saint?

"You saw it? The welcome ceremony for the new signing, crawling between their legs," Fernando chuckled dismissively. "Tang, you've only been playing professional football for a little over a year, haven't you seen anything like it before?"

Hearing Fernando's veiled criticism that he was making a fuss over nothing, Tang Long smiled slightly.

"Never seen it before, never seen it before. I never did it when I was at Inter Milan, and I never did it when I came to Manchester City last year. I don't need to do it, so why would Gündoğan need to?"

Seeing the two men on the verge of exchanging blows, Toure quickly stepped in to defuse the situation.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, everyone stop arguing, come on, let's sit down and eat."

Kompany, Agüero, Joe Hart, and others also took the opportunity to speak up for Toure, suggesting that he go to the table to eat first.

There's no need to ruin the superficial harmony over Gündoğan.

Just as the situation was about to ease, Sterling acted impulsively and blurted out:

"Tang is right! I came to Manchester City with him last year, and neither of us crawled between each other's legs, so why should Gündoğan have to?"

Joe Hart's face darkened, and he quickly covered his underling's mouth, cursing inwardly, "Didn't I tell you not to talk?"

Fernando snorted coldly and said arrogantly to Sterling:

"What, you mean you want to add a ritual now? Okay, come on, I'll let you crawl in right now~"

Having said that, he spread his legs apart, facing Sterling.

Since Milner left, the English-speaking Faction has declined, and Joe Hart has become a substitute due to technical reasons. In Fernando's opinion, the English-speaking Faction is not even as good as the Portuguese-speaking Faction, so he arrogantly provoked Sterling at Toure's house.

Even when beating a dog, one should consider its owner. Clearly, Joe Hart is not a very important person to Fernando.

Sterling was about to retort when Tang Long preemptively spoke:

"That's right, we need to add one. I'll go first, then Sterling, you can follow me."

Sterling was completely dumbfounded.

Ah?

Did I hear that right?

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Tang Long walked over to Fernando with a grin, looked at his long legs spread wide, and squatted down.

I initially thought Tang Long was joking, just saying it for fun;

But when they saw him actually squat down, lower his head, and move towards Fernando's crotch, everyone was dumbfounded!

Even Fernando, who was standing still, suddenly felt immense pressure!

No.

Are you serious?

Although Fernando stood on Toure's side, fighting against the Spanish-speaking Faction and Italian-speaking Faction, he didn't have the guts to ask Tang Long, the team's most valuable player and a member of Manchester City 'Team Committee, to crawl between his legs— Fernando, who has always been a bully to the weak and a coward to the strong, didn't dare to do that!

He was about to refuse, but Tang Long's pace was too fast. Even while squatting, he quickly reached him in a few steps.

"Tang, I was just kidding. Sterling drills are fine, but you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Long suddenly stood up, reaching Fernando's height in a flash. He looked at Fernando with a smile, raised his right foot, swung his thigh, and delivered a powerful kick to Fernando's groin!

"Ah!!!"

The screams, like those of a pig being slaughtered, echoed throughout the Toure family's large living room!

Tang Long's kick was well-prepared; its power, angle, and suddenness were all top-notch. Fernando was caught off guard, and his testicles were struck hard, shaking inside at 50 times per second. With a snap, they tied a knot, and the intense pain caused his body to contract violently. He clutched his groin and knelt at Tang Long's feet, howling in agony.

"Ah, you..."

Toure was shocked. He stepped forward and glared angrily at Tang Long.

As soon as he took that step, Kolarov and Ranocchia stepped forward, staring intently at Toure.

Kolarov, at 187cm, was about the same height as Toure, while Ranocchia 195cm, was half a head taller. Suddenly, he felt a shadow envelop him, creating a strong sense of oppression.

All eyes were drawn to the wailing Fernando, and people even ignored the standoff between Toure and Tang Long.

Toure's thick, sausage-like lips moved slightly, making a couple of gurgling sounds.

He's a seasoned player; he won the treble with Barca in 2009 and has seen it all.

In his mind, the Italian-speaking Faction the Italian guild had come all the way to the family dinner was far more significant than the presence of a mere Fernando!

Having already slapped Bony, Toure was unwilling to clash with his teammates again because of Fernando.

He suddenly burst into laughter, put his left arm around Kolarov and his right arm around Ranocchia, and muttered a few words under his breath.

No one knows what Toure said, but Kolarov and Ranocchia both laughed, and even Tang Long laughed.

"Come on, let's eat! I'm starving!"

At Toure's invitation, everyone finally sat down at the table.

It was already 1 p. m.

At the long dining table, under the dazzling light of the crystal chandelier, everyone enjoyed a halal meal.

The group of heroes substituted fruit juice for wine, raising their glasses frequently.

"Gündoğan is my younger brother. I hope you all will take Dodo care of him in the future."

"Haha, you should have said so earlier, Tang! It was all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

Kompany, Agüero, Toure, Tang Long, Joe Hart, and others clinked glasses and chatted happily, looking forward to the upcoming UEFA Champions League knockout match against Inter Milan, and even asked Tang Long for advice.

Toure humbly sought advice from Tang Long on passing and control techniques for playing as a defensive midfielder, while Kompany also expressed his admiration for Ranocchia's retreating, bow-shaped defensive stance.

Ignoring everyone else, Fernando remained lying on the ground, clutching his groin and groaning in pain, his face pale.

Sweat poured down his forehead, soaking a corner of the red, four-petaled Muslim-style carpet.

As the wails subsided and the cheers of the crowd clinking glasses filled the air, Fernando's head lolled to the side, his tongue lolled out, and he passed out.

(One more chapter, I'll finish it eventually, around 1:30 AM)