Season's First Trophy! Want to Learn? I Can Teach You!

When Tang Long realized that he and team doctor Gracie had collapsed to the ground, it was too late.

Almost simultaneously, his teammates rushed over, one after another, like mountains pressing down on him!

Tang Long has the physique of a professional athlete, born to be tumbling and rolling on the green field, and is not afraid of being trampled;

But how could Gracie's petite frame, barely over 1.6 meters tall, withstand such pressure?

With no other option, Tang Long could only show his chivalry and quickly rolled over to Gracie, protecting her.

At first, when Bravo and Mkhitaryan pressed forward, Tang Long had to hold on;

He positioned himself in a push-up position, lounging over Gracie, and shouted, "Stop! There's someone down there!"

Gracie lay on the ground, staring wide-eyed at Tang Long, their breaths mingling together.

But after defeating arch-rivals Manchester United in their first official match of the season and securing their first title, Tang Long's teammates were all bursting with adrenaline, shouting and yelling. They didn't even see Gracie beneath Tang Long, nor did they hear Tang Long's cries of agony from below.

Bang, bang, bang, one after another they pressed down.

When the 185cm tall Bonazzoli screamed "Ahhh!" and pressed down on him, Tang Long finally couldn't take it anymore!

His hands, which had been supporting him, suddenly went weak, and his wrists touched the ground before his elbows touched the ground. His chest was already pressed against Gracie's petite body, and his lips were pressed against hers.

Gracie felt her mouth pressed tightly against Tang Long's, and her face paled instantly. She screamed and instinctively struggled to run away, but where could she escape?

"Just bear with it," Tang Long said, his body trembling, "It'll be over soon!"

She tried to scream again, but Tang Long's body sank down further, their lips pressed even tighter, and Gracie could only let out soft moans.

As more and more teammates joined, Tang Long's burden grew heavier and heavier.

Under the weight of hundreds of kilograms on his shoulders, he finally had no choice but to give up resisting.

His elbow, which was supporting him on the ground, twisted and he sprawled out on his back, lying directly on top of Gracie's body.

In that instant, Tang Long felt that pressing down on Gracie was different from pressing down on Diletta.

Diletta had a curvaceous figure, and the car bounced and swayed quite a bit as it drove over her;

The road surface in Gracie was relatively flatter, but softer, as if we had driven into a swamp and the wheels were stuck.

Three minutes later.

One by one, the teammates came down.

They were then surprised to discover that Tang Long wasn't the last one; Gracie was actually on top of him!

Gracie kicked Tang Long shakily, sending him flying, then scrambled to her feet, her face flushed, straightened her disheveled collar, and ran away, covering her face with her hands.

When he reached the sidelines, he didn't forget to pick up her first-aid kit before running into the players' tunnel.

After the awards ceremony.

Manchester United's players have all left long ago.

Bony stopped Tang Long at the edge of the players' tunnel, the two shook hands, and then hugged.

"Tang, I can't believe it. We were teammates last season, and now we're rivals, and you beat me." Bony hesitated, his face filled with sorrow.

Tang Long didn't know if Bony was disappointed because of the loss or resentful about leaving Manchester City, so he simply comforted him, saying:

"That's football, Bony. The transformation between teammates and opponents happens all summer. We still have at least two more league matches this season. See you then."

Bony held Tang Long's hand, still unwilling to let go.

"At Manchester City, I had to compete with Agüero; now at Manchester United, I have to compete with Icardi and Ibrahimovic. It's tough for me no matter where I am!"

Tang Long nodded and said, "That's right, neither of these two are good people. Be careful, don't get tricked."

Bony smiled and said frankly, "I'm not afraid of being tricked. You've forgotten, I grew up in the slums of Ivory Coast. I'm not afraid of any fight. I'm just worried that I'm not good enough and can't compete with them on the field."

"Like that time you dribbled past Fellaini, Valencia, and Smalling," Bony paused, his eyes filled with undisguised envy, "If only I could do that too."

Tang Long laughed and said, "If you want to learn, I'll teach you."

Bony was overjoyed and hugged Tang Long again, the two of them pressed tightly together.

At that moment, many images flashed through Bony's mind like a movie.

He recalled his childhood, when he couldn't afford clothes and had to play football naked with his friends in the muddy field at the village entrance, where they teased him and called him "Naked Bony."

I remembered what the old man watching the commotion said, "Even if Bony goes to Europe, he'll only be a refugee doing illegal work. How could he possibly become a professional player? Dream on!"

I remembered how, after he became famous overnight in Swansea, his fellow villagers back home, who had once mocked and looked down on him, were now happily singing and dancing around the bonfire, shouting that they had made a fortune!

I remembered the despicable faces of these people, how they exploited my salary from playing football in Europe, to the point that even with a million- Pound Sterling annual salary, I struggled to buy a pair of football boots during my most difficult times!

His thoughts drifted back to that day last year, when he was driving his Q7 with Tang Long along the embankment of the Manchester River, and almost impulsively plunged into the river.

Back in Manchester City, after training, everyone else had left, but Tang Long was still practicing passing and running with him repeatedly, and even taught him how to seize the opportunity to make a diagonal run behind the center-back;

It was Toure, the former French-speaking Faction community, who helped him drive away his clansmen who came to Manchester money, urging him to sever all ties with his hometown and give up any lingering attachment to it;

It was the young Tang Long who delivered countless through balls to him, helping him score four goals in the first half. He transformed from a fringe player into an important role who could rotate with Agüero, boosting his confidence and restoring his former glory at Swansea!

The two exchanged jerseys.

As Bony watched Tang Long's departing figure, he silently made a vow in his heart:

"I must train hard, score more goals, beat Ibrahimovic and Icardi, and secure a starting position at Manchester United! Manchester City is gone forever, but if Tang Long ever goes to another club, I will definitely be his teammate again!"

<A penalty shootout win! Manchester City defeat Manchester United to claim their first title of the season!>

You can always trust Tang; he'll always be the Arthur decides the outcome!

<Icardi was substituted at halftime; does he deserve the number 9 jersey for Manchester United?>

<The Community Shield cannot mask underlying problems; Guardiola's Manchester City defense needs improvement!>

Ibrahimovic's triumphant return: Manchester United with him and without him are two completely different teams!

<A stroke of genius from Guardiola – left winger, Tang!>

A constellation of stars makes the race for the Premier League Golden Boot in the new season fierce!

"Wow, kid, look at you! I'm practically blowing you up to the heavens! I think you're a shoo-in for the Premier League Golden Boot, you've got it in the bag."

The next day, at Tang Long's house, Diletta read aloud the headlines of major newspapers and media outlets one by one in front of him, then paused, looked at him with a smile, and awaited his reply.

Since the start of the new season, Diletta seems to particularly enjoy visiting Tang Long's home.

A key reason is that she is the only reporter authorized by Tang Long to conduct an exclusive interview, so she always wants to dig out a big story from Tang Long to boost Sky Sport's coverage.

Although she complained about being tired, Diletta was more dedicated than anyone else at work;

Everyone at the station says that in less than two years, she will definitely be able to replace the aging Manchester bureau chief and become Sky Sport' top executive in the city.

Tang Long nestled on the sofa, put down the sports magazine, glanced at Diletta, and pointed to her chest—inside, hidden in the cleavage of her breasts, a recording pen that Tang Long had seen as soon as Diletta entered the room.

Diletta frowned slightly, took the pen out of her bobblehead, pressed the pause button, and then smiled:

"It's not that I'm trying to trick you into saying anything, it's just that I genuinely believe you have the ability. Why don't you just say it out loud? You're not much worse than Agüero, Kane, Icardi, and Ibrahimovic."

Of course, if you only say half the story and leave the second half unsaid, what are we supposed to write?

Tang Long said irritably, "Diletta, what kind of bullshit questions did you ask at the signing ceremony for our seven new players the other day? What did you mean I asked Bonazzoli to come? Are you trying to mess with me?"

Diletta Tang Long's somewhat aggressive tone, and recalling the day she was pinned down on the island platform, completely lost in lust, when Guardiola suddenly arrived, she retorted irritably:

"Well, that was a pretty clever reply. Our front-page story got the most clicks among all sports news in England, so we have to thank you! Okay, I won't ask anymore. I'll write about you and that blonde team doctor girl. Were you two kissing comfortably on the floor last night? Do you want me to write a full in-depth report for you? But don't worry, I'm not with the Sun, so I still have basic writing integrity."

Tang Long was startled and stood up, then turned around and pressed Diletta against the living room island.

Diletta said speechlessly, "The same pose again. You'd better ask beforehand if Guardiola will be here later."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a glass of cola that he had knocked over on the island counter spilled down.

The chilled cola with ice cubes dripped slowly down her slender waist, then seeped into her skirt and into the slit.

"Ah..." she screamed.

The cool sensation reached right to the heart of her flower, causing the brown-haired Italy beauty to shiver violently.

Snap!

Tang Long slapped her round buttocks.

As if struck by lightning, Diletta's body shuddered again, and she turned around in surprise, looking up at Tang Long.

"Huh? You can do this kind of thing?"

Clap clap clap!

Tang Long looked down at him from his high position, his right hand flashing as he expressionlessly slapped him three more times.

Diletta's bouncy bottom jiggled three times, instantly turning red, and the cola that had spilled on it splashed everywhere.

"Are you still going to write? Admit your mistake right now!"

Tang Long said coldly, his tone serious, not at all like he was joking, and then slapped him hard again.

That was a really hard slap; even through Diletta's black pantyhose, you could vaguely see the handprint on her buttocks.

Diletta cried out in pain, realizing that Tang Long wasn't playing around, and immediately her face turned fierce as she glared at him.

"Are you crazy? Let me go!"

Slap! Slap!

Two more slaps.

The burning pain, mixed with the chilled cola, was... Diletta was both angry and anxious, a wave of humiliation washing over her.

"So what if I wrote it? The pen is in my hand, I can write whatever I want!"

Clap clap clap!

Tang Long's iron palm strikes showed no mercy, delivering three more heavy blows.

Beneath the black pantyhose, a bright red patch had already formed, like sunlight bursting through the dark clouds, ready to burst forth.

"..." Diletta bit her lip.

"Do you know you're wrong? Are you still going to write it or not!" Tang Long grabbed Diletta with one hand, and with the other hand, he slapped her again.

"I'll write it, are you crazy?" Diletta's tears welled up in her eyes, and she gripped the island counter tightly with both hands.

In the living room, the white blinds against the floor-to-ceiling windows rustled softly in the afternoon breeze.

Inside the blinds, shadows flickered as Tang Long continued to slap his hand relentlessly...