Explosive! Icardi Officially Announces Divorce from Wanda! "I Just Want to Go Back to the Past"

Guardiola listened to Ronaldo's accusations and found them absurd, so he couldn't help but laugh.

"I made him do it? Are you crazy, Roni! He wanted to do it himself, what could I do?"

Guardiola spread his hands, his face full of helplessness.

"Okay, okay, I promise you, I'll make a point of reminding him to stop being so impulsive and reckless. But you can't slander me like that. I have children myself, and I'm a father too. How could I not consider the players' safety?"

Guardiola's voice carried a hint of grievance as he met Ronaldo's gaze, trying to convince the other of his innocence.

The two of them talked back and forth, both very emotional, and eventually a fierce argument broke out.

In fact, Ronaldo suffered from injuries throughout his playing career.

He ruptured his cruciate ligament twice, and during his time at Inter Milan, he spent almost two years battling injuries, rarely having the opportunity to play on the field.

This is precisely why Ronaldo is so acutely aware of the pain and sensitivity to injuries.

He knew all too well what injuries meant for a player's career, so he absolutely did not want Bonazzoli to suffer such a devastating blow at such a young age, especially a head injury. Compared to knee injuries, head injuries are often more serious and can have an irreversible impact on a player's life.

At this moment, Ronaldo was filled with worry, hoping that Bonazzoli could learn to protect himself in future matches and not repeat his mistakes from years ago.

Finally, exhausted from arguing, the two collapsed onto the sofa, panting heavily.

"And also, Don's brow bone, this is the third time in his career that his brow bone has been broken," Ronaldo said.

"What can I say?" Guardiola smiled helplessly. "Both Dom and Bonazzoli have an extreme desire for victory. I can't suppress that desire, can I? I can only guide them, but ultimately it depends on the players' own choices."

Tang Long, Ranocchia, and Bonazzoli walked out of the hospital, the afternoon sun casting a faint golden glow on their figures.

"I'm relieved to see that Mom is doing well." Bonazzoli stretched and smiled happily.

After their visit, the three decided to have lunch together.

Taking advantage of a rare day off, they ordered their favorite dishes, ate and chatted, and enjoyed this precious leisure time.

After finishing our meal and stepping out of the restaurant, we found the Manchester sky exceptionally clear, with the temperature quietly rising above 18 degrees Celsius.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees lining the street.

The three strolled along the street, feeling warm all over, as if all their fatigue had been dispelled in that moment.

Tang Long looked up at the sky; the sunlight was a bit dazzling. He squinted slightly and suggested:

"It's such a sunny afternoon, it's such a waste to just stay at home. How about we go to the training field for some extra practice?"

Bonazzoli's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this, and he eagerly replied, "Great! I'll go with you!"

Since his crucial head-scratching tackle against Bayern in the last round, although he is still slightly dizzy, his confidence has been greatly boosted.

Now, he has an unprecedented desire for the football field, as if that green field is his battlefield, and every time he steps onto it, his blood boils.

Ranocchia gave a wry smile and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Come on, we finally have a day off, can't you two just shut up for a bit?"

"Also, Tang, look at Bonazzoli's head, and then look at your brow bone, both are injured. You should both rest. I suggest we go to my house; my yard is spacious, and there's even a small 5-a-side pitch. If you really want to play football, come to my house."

Tang Long and Bonazzoli exchanged a glance and smiled knowingly at each other.

They knew that Ranocchia was inviting them to his home, and the idea of playing football in the yard was just a joke.

"That works out," Tang Long nodded in agreement. "There's an UEFA Champions League match between Real Madrid and Napoli at 7:30 tonight. How about we watch the game and then go home?"

"I second that, I agree!" Ranocchia gestured for someone to get into the car.

Inside the car, Bonazzoli grinned and said to Ranocchia, who was driving, "Captain, tell me, do you want Real Madrid or Napoli to advance?"

Ranocchia gripped the steering wheel firmly with both hands, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, and said without hesitation, "Of course it's Napoli, after all, they're an Italy team. However, looking at the score and the difference in strength between the two sides, Real Madrid's chances of advancing are over 99.9%."

Tang Long sat in the back seat, rolled down the window, and instantly, a gust of wind rushed in, blowing freely on his young and energetic face.

He tilted his head back slightly, enjoying the breeze and feeling relaxed and comfortable.

Looking out the window at the scenery rushing by, he said, "Real Madrid should have no problem advancing, after all, they have Cristiano Ronaldo; he always scores a lot of goals in the UEFA Champions League. Napoli's only chance to win is for Maradona to return."

His words were full of recognition of Cristiano Ronaldo's ability.

Upon hearing this, Bonazzoli turned to Tang Long and said, "Tang, I think you should pay more attention to Cristiano Ronaldo's goal tally. Although you're currently ahead of him in the UEFA Champions League top scorer list, once we get to the knockout stages, Cristiano Ronaldo's goal tally skyrockets, as it has always been."

After hearing this, Tang Long simply nodded slightly and said nothing more.

In fact, in his mind, ever since overcoming the hurdle of Bayern, he has regarded Real Madrid as Manchester City's biggest rival in the UEFA Champions League.

Other teams, whether in terms of strength or historical heritage, are inferior to Real Madrid.

Moreover, without realizing it, he had already begun to compare himself to Cristiano Ronaldo!

Admittedly, Tang Long's current status in the football world is still far behind that of Cristiano Ronaldo, but judging from his performance and data this season, he is full of confidence and feels that he is no less than the Portugal superstar.

As for Lionel Messi, Tang Long had a vague feeling that as long as Manchester City could finish the season, his achievements this year would at least be no less than Lionel Messi's.

After all, Barca has already been eliminated from the UEFA Europa League, and it was Barcelona itself that sent Barca to the UEFA Europa League!

Thinking about this, Tang Long felt a surge of satisfaction.

Even someone as great as Lionel Messi went to play in the UEFA Europa League, didn't he?

"Something's happened! Stop the car!" Bonazzoli suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs.

Ranocchia instinctively slammed on the brakes.

With a screech, the car left a long black skid mark on the ground.

Fortunately, Tang Long was wearing a seatbelt in the back seat; otherwise, he would have been thrown out.

"Something big? What's so big?"

Ranocchia was still shaken. He looked around while panting heavily. The streets were still bustling with cars and pedestrians as usual, and there was nothing unusual.

He angrily said to Bonazzoli, "Don't make a fuss, I'm driving!"

Bonazzoli, completely unconcerned by Ranocchia's anger, was flushed with excitement. He quickly turned to the side, waved the news on his phone screen at the two of them, and shouted:

"Mauro dumped Wanda! They're divorced."