Female Reporter Stirs the Pot! Icardi Is Delirious, "I Scored Four Goals!"
Diletta worked on the spot, her fingers flying across the keyboard, and in ten minutes she had turned the text she had dictated into a draft.
Tang Long leaned over, and after reading it on the laptop, he couldn't help but clap his hands in admiration!
The two looked at each other and laughed, their laughter echoing in the living room.
With a snap, Tang Long suddenly grabbed Diletta's hand.
"What are you doing?" Diletta exclaimed in surprise.
"You were amazing today, I'm going to give you an extra reward."
Tang Long's lips curled into a wicked smile. Before Diletta could react, he suddenly exerted force, grabbing her slender arm and pulling her up from the sofa.
Diletta stumbled and was pinned against the restaurant's island counter by Tang Long.
This sudden intimate gesture caused Diletta's cheeks to instantly ignite, the blush spreading rapidly like a peach blossom unfurled by a spring breeze, all the way to her ears.
Her instinct was to run away, but Tang Long's hand was pressed down on her back like a vise; where could she escape?
She could only breathe lightly, and said coquettishly, "Be gentle... ah!"
Before she could finish speaking, she was struck from behind, lurching forward. In her haste, her arm swept across the counter, and the apples that had been placed on it lost their support and tumbled down with a clatter.
The bright red apple, like a mischievous child, rolled around on the ground and landed perfectly at her smooth, white ankle, its eyes looking upwards.
After catching her breath amidst the applause, Diletta paused, turned to look at Tang Long, and said:
Why is there no sound?
Tang Long stood there motionless, looking down into Diletta's confused, pale blue eyes.
"I think De Bruyne is innocent, so you could revise the details of the copy you just wrote like this..."
Upon hearing this, Diletta became agitated, her eyebrows furrowed, and she slammed her fist on the table, urgently interrupting him:
"Damn it! Get the job done first, then you can change it however you want!"
That evening, a news article with pictures and text that appeared out of nowhere was like a bombshell, thrown into the noisy lake of Britain football without warning, stirring up huge waves and leaving everyone's jaws nearly dislocated.
The news headline was particularly eye-catching: <Icardi violently assaults De Bruyne the toilet, the reason being jealousy of Wanda!>
The opening is all-out attack, first decisively denying the rumors of De Bruyne Wanda, with a touch of humor in the writing:
"The claim that De Bruyne Wanda? That's utter nonsense. De Bruyne a perfectly normal person. His passes are as precise as guided missiles. He's not blind. How could he make such a mistake?"
Then, the focus shifted to the picture of the fight in the toilet, and the text began to unravel the mystery:
"So why did Icardi beat De Bruyne so badly? Well, guess what? It wasn't because he believed the rumors about his wife cheating on him; there's another reason."
"That Icardi, he's been secretly in love with this Belgium midfielder all along. Seeing De Bruyne and Wanda getting close, he got jealous. It's a classic case of love turning into hate. If he can't have her, he wants to destroy her!"
"Poor De Bruyne, not only did he get into trouble because of the false rumors with Wanda, but he was also beaten up by Icardi. He suffered both mental and physical damage, making him arguably the unluckiest player in the entire Premier League this season. If he were playing in Italy, he would definitely win a Tapir d'Oro!"
"We extend our deepest sympathies to De Bruyne; he is an innocent victim."
"The torrential rain that's pouring down in Manchester today is his pent-up frustration crying out!"
"As for Icardi, after this incident was exposed, everyone in the Manchester United dressing room will be on edge. Whether they can continue to treat Icardi like brothers is now a question."
Wanda's ex-husband, Maxi Lopez, who plays for Torino in Serie A Turin, saw the news immediately. A mocking smile instantly appeared on his lips. With a tap of his finger, he sent his ex-wife a text message: "Wishing you and Mauro happiness in the future."
Those four simple words were like a sharp blade, piercing straight into Wanda's heart!
She's always been the one dominating her ex-husband; when did she become the one being mocked like this?
With Lopez far away, Wanda had nowhere to vent her anger, so she could only turn around and take it out on Icardi in her own living room.
"Mauro, I don't care if the reports about your little affair with De Bruyne are true or not. If they're not true, you'd better prove yourself tonight, and use them all!"
Before she could finish speaking, Wanda flicked her wrist, and a box of 15 unopened condoms, accompanied by a whoosh of wind, slammed into Icardi's face with a "smack."
Icardi, who was drinking goji berry tea, was hit so hard he was dizzy and helpless!
The 23-year-old should be full of energy, but he's already carrying a thermos filled with goji berry tea. Apparently, it was a tip from an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Manchester's Chinatown, hoping to have more energy.
Icardi was on the verge of tears, feeling utterly frustrated. But his wife wouldn't budge, so he gritted his teeth and decided to bite the bullet and go for it.
On the sofa, after a fierce battle, Icardi scored three goals in a row. His vision was blurry, his head was dizzy, and he couldn't distinguish between day and night. He collapsed on the sofa, closed his eyes, and was about to fall asleep.
Seeing his state, Wanda was both angry and anxious. She slapped him awake, reached out to support his trembling legs, and led him into the bedroom.
After finally scoring another goal, Icardi was completely out of his mind, seeing only hallucinations.
Suddenly, he unleashed a burst of inexplicable strength, scooped Wanda up in his arms, and shouted excitedly at the top of his lungs:
"A quadruple goal! I've scored four goals! I've equaled Agüero's league goal tally!"
Hearing her husband still thinking about football, Wanda turned green with anger. She swung her arm and slapped Icardi hard across the face, knocking him onto the bed. Then, she straddled him, sitting firmly on top, and gritted her teeth, saying:
"Well done Mauro! But Suarez is still four goals ahead of you, so give me another four goals!"
On Wednesdays, around 5:30 pm, the entire city's enthusiasm surges towards the Etihad Stadium as people leave work.
Two hours to go before the highly anticipated UEFA Champions League semi-final begins!
Manchester City drew a draw where they would play the first leg at home and the second leg away.
Two hours before the match, the Etihad Stadium was already packed with people. Police blocked several roads, and under the protection of horses and vehicles, three thousand Bayern fans marched in, singing their team song and forming ranks.
A rumbling, resonant sound echoed from the ground!
"Unexpectedly, Bayern's fans are quite organized, much better than the Expeditionary Army of Inter Milan and Paris," said a mounted police officer.
"Germany fans have always been like this, disciplined and well-organized. Just listen to the decibels, wow, their fighting spirit is off the charts! We'd better keep a close eye on them today." Another mounted policeman chimed in, his eyes showing a hint of vigilance.
At that moment, Bayern's team bus slowly drove around the corner, drawing boos from Manchester City fans on the roadside.
However, the boos were quickly drowned out by the applause from the away Bayern fans who had entered the stadium earlier.
Guardiola sat in a row on the team bus, looking through the large windows at the stadium where he would be coaching next season.
On the front of the stadium, an enormous match poster hangs down in a majestic, inverted Milky Way display.
On the poster, Agüero proudly in the center, exuding the domineering aura of a striker;
Sterling on the left is full of energy, as if he's about to leap out of the frame at any moment;
Tang Long on the right has sharp eyes, revealing an elusive and agile gaze.
Behind them, a group of key players, including Delph, Kompany, Ranocchia, Toure, and Kolarov, stood side by side, looking spirited.
"After my three-year contract with Bayern ends, how many more years will I be able to stay here? In any case, I hope it will be at least three years." His eyes held a hint of longing and anticipation.
Starting lineup for this match:
Manchester City home team): 4231
Agüero
Sterling / Tang Long / Navas
Toure / Delph
Kolarov / Kompany / Ranocchia / Sagna
Caballero
Away team Bayern: 433
Ribery / Lewandowski / Costa
Vidal / Alonso / Thiago
Alaba / Boateng / Martinez / Lahm
Neuer