From "Miss King" to "Poach King"-Icardi's Diving Header Became a Laughingstock!

A barbecue stall in Tianjin, China.

Mao Biao, who was rolling up his sleeves and gnawing on a kidney, suddenly paused, then let out a loud sneeze.

"Huh, who's thinking about me?"

The heating is on in the room, it's not cold, so why did I suddenly sneeze?

Mao Biao was completely bewildered. He touched his nose and continued to devour the kidney.

Icardi scrambled to his feet.

He fell flat on his face, did a somersault, and tumbled right into the net.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

His mouth was full of grass and the fishy smell of mud, and he kept spitting it out.

That missed chance—no, I mean missed it—it's all because he was too eager to score.

De Bruyne hadn't even received the ball when he made a sliding shot.

As a result, he landed on the ball, which was pinned firmly on the goal line, while he rolled into the net!

To cover up his embarrassment.

Icardi deliberately made an exaggerated frown, then bent down to loosen his shoelaces, muttering loudly:

"Ugh, it's all because my shoelaces were too tight! No wonder it was so uncomfortable to run in!"

De Bruyne was just ten meters away from Icardi.

He heard those words clearly.

That completely baffled him!

De Bruyne's eyes widened in confusion.

It felt like the morning after a hangover from drinking fake alcohol; I was not only confused but also had a terrible headache.

I said I wouldn't pass the ball to you, but I already did.

A brilliant counterattack.

I sprinted from the middle lane all the way to the side lane, gritting my teeth and coordinating with Darmian on the side.

They even got rid of Kolarov completely.

I aimed and passed it to you during your gap.

Such a wide-open goal, and you didn't even tell me you missed. And you have the nerve to blame your shoelaces?

If you can't poop, is it because gravity isn't strong enough?

As the saying goes, sincerity can move mountains.

But sincerity is a matter of human effort; whether or not it can be changed is a matter of fate.

At this moment, fate is not on Manchester United's side!

Icardi's teammates were completely bewildered.

Rooney, Lingard, Darmian, Carrick all stared blankly at Icardi, who was tying his shoelaces inside the penalty area.

Rojo, playing as a full-back, even forgot to throw the ball in, just standing there frozen, staring at him like he was a monster.

A moment of silence fell over the scene.

Then Tang Long laughed first.

Three seconds later, the Etihad Stadium erupted in a deafening roar of laughter!

This volume was even higher than Tang Long's assist to Agüero to open the scoring.

All the audience members were clutching their stomachs and laughing uproariously;

He laughed so hard he slid off the smooth blue seat and sat on the floor laughing.

The Manchester United legends in the stands were also collectively questioning their existence.

Van Nistelrooy's arms, raised high, remained frozen in mid-air; his smile was now frozen.

Giggs, who had been roaring with celebration at Manchester United's equalizer, now had only his mouth still agape, but no sound came out.

Scholes stared blankly, even slapping himself in the face, wondering if he was dreaming.

Manchester United manager Van Gaal plopped down on the ground, did a backflip, and groaned:

"Even my grandma could score that, how could Icardi miss it!"

The Manchester City players were the happiest.

Goalkeeper Caballero knelt on the ground, making the sign of the cross. He felt it must be God's help that allowed him to escape this ordeal.

Agüero, in full view of everyone, slid down his knees as if he had scored another goal;

Ranocchia walked over to Icardi and pulled the Argentina striker up as he bent down to tie his shoelaces while secretly observing the reactions around him.

"Mauro, you're amazing," Ranocchia exclaimed, giving him a heartfelt thumbs up. "I switched to playing defense when I was 12, and in the 15 years I've played, I've never seen a defender clear the ball like that. Why don't you go play defense too, and we can be colleagues?"

Icardi glared at his former teammate, still stubbornly refusing to admit defeat.

"Hmph, I'll let you off this time, but your luck won't be so good next time!"

At this point, the broadcast cameras began to recap Icardi's brilliant performance.

The director was clearly moved; although three replays would have been enough, he insisted on replaying it six times.

From the front, back, and top of the field, from the goalkeeper's angle and the players' angle, a 360-degree view perfectly presents this artistic performance.

The live stream chat reached its highest point since the start of the competition!

-[After watching the replay, I finally understand. Icardi laid an egg!]

-[Is it possible that he deliberately didn't score? Like Mauro Biao, Mao Biao only scores difficult shots; he wouldn't bother with something so easy.]

-[That's right, if De Bruyne hadn't shot and had passed to him instead, he might have scored. But this time, he couldn't!]

-[This is the only explanation I can come up with, because I really can't think of any other reason.]

Icardi is probably too ashamed to face De Bruyne now; he definitely is.

[Shameless? Believe it or not, he'll let De Bruyne pass the ball again next time!]

Icardi walked over to De Bruyne and patted him on the shoulder with a serious expression.

"Well done, Kevin! You did a great job just now, you've improved! Just keep passing like that, you'll score eventually, don't be discouraged!"

De Bruyne: "..."

The score was 1-0, and the two sides went into halftime.

The away team's locker room was deathly silent.

Everyone looked at Icardi.

They were completely baffled: why didn't Icardi score the goal that even my grandmother could score?

Rooney walked in, angrily grabbed a water bottle from the ground and smashed it. The bottle shattered, spilling sports drink all over the floor.

Even Van Gaal got splashed with water.

He wiped his face, clearly annoyed, and then said to the team in a veiled manner:

"We actually had a lot of chances in the first half, but when those chances came, we had to seize them and hold on tight!"

"Any team that wastes opportunities will be punished, especially against league leaders Manchester City!"

After explaining the tactics, captain Rooney surrounded the team and delivered an inspiring speech from the center circle, encouraging everyone to keep up the good work in the second half.

At this moment, Icardi suddenly shouted:

"I think the captain is absolutely right. Although we're behind, we still have a full 45 minutes to fight back. As long as we all work together, there's no game we can't win!"

Having missed a golden opportunity, Icardi displayed a strong desire to score at the start of the second half.

He didn't care about his teammates on the front line, or whether the ball could be passed to him or not. As soon as the opponent lost possession, he would reach out for the ball and shout, "Give it to me! Give it to me!"

In the 52nd minute of the second half, Rooney dribbled down the left flank, attempting to break past right-back Sagna.

Sagna is also a Premier League star; during his time at Arsenal, he repeatedly single-handedly marked Rooney.

The two players were competing in speed and dribbling on the wing, pulling each other's arms.

Just as he was about to get past Sagna, his last step was a little too short, causing him to stumble and be dispossessed by Sagna.

Sagna dribbled the ball a couple of steps and immediately passed it to Navas on the wing. Just as Navas was about to advance with the ball, he felt a gust of wind behind him. Before he could tell whether it was friend or foe, Rooney bumped into him on the shoulder.

Rooney's full-field chase earned him three resounding claps from Van Gaal, who was standing right next to him.

"Rooney! Rooney showed his signature tracking back in the attacking third!"

"As a striker, he showed a stronger desire to tackle than a defender!"

"This kind of scene is very common in Manchester United's matches. Whenever Rooney loses the ball in the attacking third, he will definitely track back to his own half!"

"With Lu Xiaopang in the family, happiness and good health abound!"

"His fighting spirit is exemplary and worthy of emulation by every professional player!"

Although Rooney's tracking back in the attacking third earned him a standing ovation, many of his Manchester United teammates applauded him, which displeased Icardi.

"I had a perfect opening in the middle just now. Why was Rooney dribbling around on the wing like a fool? He should have just passed the ball to me earlier!"

Taking advantage of a brief lull in play, Icardi immediately exchanged ideas with Rooney.

Rooney, being generous and taking on the responsibility of captain, didn't say anything to Icardi's criticism, but instead smiled and comforted him.

"Don't be Mauro, I'm going to break through Sagna on the wing and cross from the byline so you can contest the header in the box. You'll definitely have a chance to score, I believe in you!" He then patted Icardi heavily on the chest.

With Rooney's encouragement, Icardi played with even more determination.

Just five minutes later, Rooney came back again.

This time on the left flank, perhaps heeding Icardi's earlier advice, Rooney didn't force his way past Sagna again. Instead, he chose to pass the ball to Icardi, who had pulled out of the penalty area, and then charged forward. His body language clearly indicated that he wanted to combine with Icardi for a one-two pass.

However, at this moment, Icardi's mind went a little hazy!

He even forgot that he was just a center who relied on easy baskets, not fast, not strong, and his footwork wasn't top-notch.

Instead of passing the ball, he just huffed and puffed as he dribbled forward.

No matter how Rooney shouted, Icardi kept his head down and kept dribbling. When he passed through Toure's defensive area, he actually did a clumsy Step Over and then tried to break past Toure to the right.

Toure a stride, his sturdy hips sent Icardi flying to the ground.

Toure finally got his first steal of the game and immediately launched a counter-attack from the spot.

Rooney instinctively retreated, quickly covering the gap on the wing behind him;

As he ran, he was surprised to find that Toure was completely unmarked in that position. He dribbled the ball forward and then glanced at Icardi behind him. He noticed that Icardi was not chasing Toure back, but was just standing there with his hands outstretched, muttering something unintelligible.

"Icardi, chase back!"

Rooney yelled angrily, then quickly closed in on Toure from the wing, delivering a powerful side tackle that sent Toure sprawling to the ground.

Toure clutched his ankle in pain and rolled around on the spot, half-seriously and half-dramatically, as the referee showed Rooney a yellow card.

Rooney, who was shown a yellow card, did not complain to the referee, stepped over Toure, and charged towards Icardi.

At this moment, he finally couldn't hold back any longer!

He pointed his finger at Icardi's nose and shouted:

"Whoever loses the ball must track back; that's the rule at Manchester United. Didn't you see what I just did?"

Icardi looked surprised; he hadn't expected Rooney to suddenly get angry at him, especially since Icardi didn't think he had done anything wrong.

"Wayne, do you want to listen to what you're saying? I'm a striker, why should I chase back? Wouldn't it be better to save my energy for scoring goals?"

Upon hearing this, Rooney was furious, and his already thick neck turned a deep red.

He gently grabbed Icardi by the neck and berated him.

Icardi wasn't about to back down either. He thought to himself, "I'm Manchester United's top scorer, the Manchester United's highest-paid player, and I'm only 23 years old. You're almost 31. How many more years can you play for Manchester United, you discarded player? Even though you're the captain, you can't just fight me!"

Seeing that the two were about to get into a physical altercation, the referee immediately stopped the game.

Other Manchester United players rushed back and separated the two, quickly defusing the conflict.

Seeing this, England national team manager Mancini in the stands shook his head repeatedly.

"Christian, what's wrong with Icardi today?" he said to his assistant coach Chivu beside him. "Missing an open goal is one thing, but he even dared to fight with Rooney. I remember when he was at Inter Milan, this kid was arrogant, but not this arrogant!"

A hint of disappointment flashed in Chivu's eyes.

Although both players left Inter Milan for the England national team, Icardi has absolutely no connection with either of them.

However, as former members of the Inter Milan coaching staff, they were quite surprised to see their former protégé suddenly change his personality.

"Who knows? Maybe he's gotten too cocky. Sigh!"

71st minute of the second half.

Manchester United launched another high-quality counter-attack.

This time, the three players advancing –Rooney, Lingard, and De Bruyne – intentionally bypassed Icardi, who was waving in the middle, and tried to distribute the ball to the two flanks.

Rooney and De Bruyne have an exceptionally strong sense of teamwork; although they've only played one season at Manchester United, their partnership feels like they've been playing together for 10 years.

The perfect timing, the perfect ball speed, a seemingly simple one-two pass, thanks to the understanding between the two players, Rooney's pass allowed De Bruyne to get straight past Ranocchia and have a one-on-one opportunity!

Fortunately, when Ranocchia was beaten, he instinctively Bow-step interception to defend.

Although his signature defensive move failed to stop De Bruyne due to his dribbling speed, he did manage to hook the ball with his toe, causing it to bounce up. De Bruyne the penalty area, and taking advantage of this time difference, Manchester City goalkeeper Caballero rushed out!

Icardi is loudly calling for the ball.

But the astute De Bruyne noticed that Icardi was in the offside line. Instead of passing the ball, he gently jumped over the bouncing ball, sending it arcing through the air, over Caballero's outstretched hand, and crashing towards the goal.

Van Nistelrooy stood up again in the stands, raising his arms in a triumphant cheer!

Giggs could not contain his excitement and began slapping his thigh vigorously!

Scholes instinctively blurted out, "Goal!"

Van Gaal and his assistant clenched their fists!

Bang!

Goal!

De Bruyne did not score.

It's Icardi!

Just as the ball was about to leap into the goal, Icardi arrived in time and headed it in with a diving header!

They stole De Bruyne's goal!

He flew into the net once again!

Watching the football hit the net and fall, Icardi was excited. He grabbed the ball and kicked it high into the air.

"Haha, this time the man scored and the ball went in, there's no chance of escape!"

In his attempt to catch the ball, Icardi's diving header was a display of sheer grit and determination.

He almost hit his head on the thick iron gatepost.

But none of that matters when it comes to scoring a goal. What matters is that I, Mauro Icardi, am the only Manchester United player to score in the Manchester Derby!

Icardi was so excited, so carried away!

So much so that he didn't even see the linesman raising the flag high, nor did he notice the sorrowful looks in his teammates' eyes.

He sprinted like a 100-meter dash straight to Manchester City's bench and slid across Pellegrini's knees!

This knee slide was incredibly fast and covered a huge distance, almost knocking Pellegrini over. The Chile man jumped to avoid it, nearly tripping over himself.

However, when he slid down to his knees in front of the Manchester City bench, he saw several players sitting on the bench looking at him with wide smiles, their eyes seeming to regard him as if he were an idiot.

On the bench, Bony pointed to the linesman in the distance towards Icardi.

Icardi stood up and found Tang Long standing beside him, also gesturing towards the linesman.

An ominous premonition welled up in my heart.

Icardi swallowed hard, and slowly, very slowly, turned to look at the linesman.

Near-side offside!