Earth-Shattering Scandal! Wanda Exposed for Having an Affair with De Bruyne? Icardi Has Gone Mad!
"The race for the league title is fierce, and the competition for the European Golden Shoe has also entered a heated phase!"
"Currently, Suarez is in first place with 35 goals and 70 points."
"Second is Cristiano Ronaldo, with 33 goals and 66 points."
"Third is Agüero, with 32 goals and 64 points."
"Fourth is Icardi, with 28 goals and 56 points."
"With only four rounds left in La Liga and the Premier League, barring any unforeseen circumstances, this season's European Golden Shoe will likely be contested between Suarez, Cristiano Ronaldo, and Agüero."
"As for Icardi, his goal tally is significantly lower than the top three, and the Argentina striker has almost completely dropped out of contention for the European Golden Shoe."
Icardi is watching Sky Sport at home.
When he heard Diletta say that he had been eliminated from the race for the European Golden Shoe, he was so angry that he smashed the remote control to pieces and yelled at Diletta on TV for being foul-mouthed.
I wanted to turn off the TV, but when I picked up the broken remote, nothing worked. Frustrated, I pulled the main power switch.
All the lights in the house went out, plunging the house into complete darkness. The only sound was Icardi's rough breathing in the darkness.
Wanda was flirting with a tattooed hip-hop artist she'd met on social media at the dining table when the house suddenly went dark, startling her. She quickly turned the power back on and said to Icardi:
"Mauro, what's wrong with you now?"
Icardi hung his head dejectedly, his face filled with resentment.
"That foul-mouthed woman on TV just now said I'm no good! That I can't win the European Golden Shoe!"
They said things like Agüero scored more goals than him not because he was not good enough, but entirely because he had a good relationship with Tang Long and the two had excellent teamwork.
Then he started berating De Bruyne again, saying that it was because De Bruyne was deliberately going against him that he had scored fewer goals.
After hearing this, Wanda smiled charmingly and pulled down the neckline of her red lace nightgown.
Whether a man is capable or not depends on many factors, and in my eyes you are a very capable man.
Wanda tied her long, flowing hair with a rubber band, swayed her hips, and squatted down in front of Icardi.
It's said that a woman's waist is a deadly weapon, and when Icardi saw Wanda approaching, his heart tightened. When he caught her squatting in front of him, he was sweating profusely.
Just as Wanda was about to say, "I'll give you a chance to prove yourself," Icardi shuddered and ran away in fright.
"Forget it, honey. We just had sex after dinner, it's already late. I have to get up early for training tomorrow, I'm going to sleep. De Bruyne won't pass me the ball, I have to fight it out myself."
Wanda looked up and saw her husband huddled against the wall in the corner of the living room, his hands tightly covering his crotch, his eyes filled with dark circles like panda eyes, as if he wanted to cry but couldn't. Wanda's face immediately darkened.
"Hmph, Mauro, no offense, but why blame De Bruyne for not scoring? He's already given you so many assists."
"And what's wrong with you lately?" Wanda paused, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at Icardi. "It's one thing to score fewer goals than others, but what's wrong with you in bed? Look at this, a box of 15 condoms, and it's been a week and you still haven't used them all! Are you even a man? You weren't like this in Italy! Tell me, are you secretly keeping a stash of them behind my back? Which whore are you saving them for?"
Wanda is chasing, Icardi is running, and the two of them are circling around the living room sofa.
Icardi, being a former footballer, is more agile than Wanda;
Taking advantage of her inattention, he jumped over the middle sofa, ran to the guest room, and locked the door from the inside. No matter how much Wanda banged on the door, he was too scared to open it, which made Wanda cry and shout in anger:
"Mauro, you're not a man! If I were De Bruyne, I wouldn't pass the ball to you either!"
The next morning at 6:30, Icardi tiptoed out in his car while his wife was still fast asleep.
He was the first to arrive at the training ground. When the sleepy-eyed stadium manager rushed over to open the gym door, Icardi had already completed 200 sit-ups in the stairwell.
For the European Golden Shoe – a long-cherished dream – Icardi must give it his all in the final four rounds of the Premier League!
"Even if I don't win the European Golden Shoe, the Premier League Golden Boot is still my bottom line!"
Icardi knew that Manchester United bought him because he was the youngest Golden Boot winner in Serie A's 100-year history;
The Serie A Golden Boot winner came to the Premier League but couldn't win the Golden Boot. Icardi is afraid that people will call him a flop, after all, he has a transfer fee of nearly 100 million euros on his shoulders.
Despite being thrashed 8-1 by Bayern in the UEFA Champions League quarter-finals, Icardi didn't dwell on it too much. After all, Manchester United might not win the UEFA Champions League anyway, so he figured he might as well focus on the league and score more goals.
It wasn't until almost two hours later that Manchester United's teammates gradually arrived.
Rooney saw that Icardi was covered in sweat and knew he must have been doing extra training beforehand.
Rooney pulled Icardi aside, away from the crowd, and pointed at him, saying:
"Mauro, the extra training is the right thing to do, but you also need to build relationships with your teammates, especially De Bruyne. Here's what we'll do: I'll treat you both to lunch today. You can apologize to him, and that'll be the end of it."
Icardi said, "I should apologize to him? Captain, you can't talk nonsense! He had a chance, but he shot instead of passing to me. He should be the one apologizing to me!"
Rooney's attempts to persuade him failed, and he could only sigh and leave.
Icardi walked through the tunnel to use the restroom, and just then he brushed De Bruyne, who was heading to the locker room to change into his training clothes.
Although both of them were looking straight ahead, they couldn't see each other, like two parallel lines that never intersected.
Icardi was sitting on the toilet, relieving himself, scrolling through his phone, and muttering curses under his breath about De Bruyne.
A pop-up the Sun appeared, and Icardi glanced at it, his eyes nearly popping out of his head in shock, and he almost fell off the toilet!
<Breaking news in the UK! Wanda has been accused of having an affair with De Bruyne!>
The article details how Wanda met Manchester United midfielder De Bruyne at a Christmas dinner last year after arriving in Manchester. "The gentle Belgium gentleman quickly won the heart of the Argentina woman," and the two subsequently developed a secret relationship behind her husband Icardi's back.
The article even includes a mysterious recording filled with screams and gasps.
Icardi felt like he'd been struck by lightning; the sky was falling!
He let out a bloodcurdling scream, pulled up his pants, and rushed out, thinking to himself that De Bruyne had gone too far; if he didn't kill him, what kind of man would he be?
Just as I stepped out of the restroom, I ran into Belgium had come to use the restroom!
"Kevin, you beast, you actually slept with my wife!" Icardi grabbed De Bruyne the collar and slammed him against the wall.
In terms of height and weight, De Bruyne and Icardi are similar, and their strength is also about the same.
However, Icardi was in a rage when he suddenly attacked De Bruyne, who was completely caught off guard and held down firmly, unable to move.
"What the hell?" De Bruyne thought he had misheard, his eyes widening. "Say it again!"
Icardi firmly believed this report.
On the one hand, the Sun is an absolute authority in this field and rarely reports errors;
On the other hand, Icardi recalled that last night at home, Wanda, who was not familiar with De Bruyne, spoke up for him and criticized him. At first, Icardi did not understand, but now he finally understood!
"Stop pretending! I'm going to kill you!"
Icardi's hand, like a vise, dragged De Bruyne a toilet stall and punched him hard in the stomach. De Bruyne "Ouch!" and clutched his stomach in pain, squatting on the ground.
Before he could even shout twice, his head was suddenly shoved into the toilet with a loud thud. His vision went black, and the pain from the impact and the suffocating sensation of the running water hit him at the same time.
"Go to hell!" Icardi roared, his eyes blazing with fury, as he entered a state of madness.