Long Wind and Abundant Rain, Rain and Dew for All, Another Hat Trick in the FA Cup Final!
Upon hearing Lei Xi mention this, Tang Long's throat tightened, and his Adam's apple bobbed twice.
He turned his face away, his gaze sweeping across the anatomical diagrams on the wall, trying to hide his unease, but he could still hear his own dry voice.
"You're overthinking it. I've always been very disciplined in this regard; otherwise, how could I have scored six goals in a single Premier League?"
He coughed twice.
Gracie had reminded Tang Long of these precautions when he occasionally received physical therapy in the past.
However, it's hard to say whether it was that crazy night with Diletta that motivated Tang Long to give his all to fulfill his promise, thus setting a single-game scoring record of 6 goals and surpassing Cristiano Ronaldo.
From this perspective, although Tang Long lacked self-discipline, he created results that were even greater than those achieved through self-discipline.
Gracie was tidying up the medical equipment in the cabinet with her back to him, her ponytail swaying gently with the movement.
Tang Long stared at her waistline, which was faintly visible beneath her white coat.
Gracie's slender figure as she turned to tidy the medicine cabinet was heartbreaking; the hem of her white coat swept across her calves, revealing a glimpse of her delicate ankles.
Tang Long suddenly remembered that Christmas Eve in 2015 when he first arrived in Manchester City.
That evening, Gracie arrived at Manchester City's official dinner wearing a knee-length light blue dress. As she twirled under the lights, the flowing arc of her skirt was breathtakingly beautiful.
Gracie tidied up the medicine cabinet, turned her head and smiled slightly, revealing two pretty dimples.
"You've been at Manchester City for two years now," Gracie, her sapphire blue eyes fixed on him. "Count how many physiotherapy sessions I've given you in the treatment room. You should know I know your body better than you do."
"I was on the sidelines during yesterday's match. That reporter with the long legs and great looks was shouting even louder than the commentators. And in the post-match interviews, you only gave her a single interview, not any of the other reporters. Looks like you two have been really on good terms lately."
Tang Long was about to explain when he noticed a faint melancholy in Gracie's eyes.
Those once bright, sapphire-blue eyes gradually dimmed, and their long eyelashes drooped.
Gracie looked somewhat downcast, appearing rather pitiful.
Seeing the appearance of this UK brown-haired girl, Tang Long felt a pang of shame.
While Sky Sport reporter Diletta did provide significant assistance in terms of reporting and publicity, wasn't the same true for Gracie's side?
Manchester City, in particular, has been competing on three fronts this season, resulting in a very dense schedule.
Tang Long suffered repeated relapses of his old injuries, and it was Gracie used her superb physical therapy skills to alleviate Tang Long condition.
Let's take cupping, a traditional China medicine technique, for example.
On the surface, Gracie was the result of a collaboration between the University of Manchester Medical School and a traditional China medicine hospital, introduced into the Manchester City medical team. However, Tang Long knew very well that Gracie had introduced this technology specifically to serve his own interests.
The mayor's daughter of Manchester personally learned this technique from medical personnel from China. Even when she first started learning, due to improper technique, Gracie burned her hands several times; now, a visible burn mark remains on the back of her soft, fair hand.
However, compared to the enthusiastic and cheerful Diletta, Gracie was indeed much more reserved.
She never revealed her true feelings to Tang Long, and their relationship remained ambiguous. Nothing ever really happened between them. The only time it attracted attention was when Nasri, the France rumor-monger, caused trouble for the Sun.
Thinking of this, Tang Long felt even more ashamed, and his heart ached slightly.
Even if you don't expect to treat everyone equally, shouldn't you at least share some of that passion you have for Diletta with the team doctor who has served you for two years?
Thinking of this, Tang Long suddenly reached out and grasped Gracie's hand, pulling it close to his face and gently stroking the scar on the back of her hand.
"Huh, what are you doing?" Gracie was taken aback and stared blankly at Tang Long.
Gracie's small hand was held tightly, and a warm current flowed down Gracie's arm, like an electric shock, throughout her entire body.
Tang Long suddenly remembered the way she looked, head bowed and focused, during each physical therapy session.
She always said that athletes need to be restrained, but at this moment, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and half of her collarbone was exposed from the collar of her white coat, which was pulled askew.
Gracie used to be the one to give Tang Long physical therapy, but this was the first time Tang Long had taken the initiative to make physical contact with her.
"I'm sorry, you've really had a tough time these past two years." Tang Long reached out and pulled Gracie's petite body to the bedside in the physiotherapy room. The two were only 20 centimeters apart, and Gracie could clearly see Tang Long's piercing eyes staring at her beneath his thick eyebrows.
Gracie's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Tang Long's hand gripped hers like a vise; how could she possibly pull it away?
Her heart skipped a beat, and her ears burned. She wondered to herself, "Why is he talking so strangely today?"
She instinctively wanted to avoid him, but for some reason, an invisible force within her kept her from moving, as if she wanted to get closer. So she simply looked up and gazed deeply into Tang Long's eyes.
One pair had deep blue eyes like sapphires, while the other had typical brown pupils typical of the East. Their eyes met, and the atmosphere began to become unusual.
"How about we leave it like this..." Gracie, whose face was almost touching Tang Long's, closed her eyes slightly.
But after closing his eyes for a full 10 seconds, Tang Long still didn't come up to him.
When Gracie opened her eyes, she found Tang Long still sitting on the bed, looking at her in the same way.
"You... you have to make some kind of move, right?" Gracie pursed her lips slightly, hesitating to speak.
Tang Long was overjoyed!
There's some noise?
You said it yourself.
On the court, when Tang Long is in a one-on-one duel with his opponent, his footwork is sharp, his movement is swift, and his body moves like an invisible shadow, often catching his opponent off guard.
Tang Long was in the physiotherapy room at that moment, was in the same situation.
He rolled out of bed, his movements as swift as Lingbo Weibu, and with a single step, he switched places with Gracie.
Gracie was startled and tried to speak, but couldn't utter a single word. In her heart, she cried out, "Ah, that's not the noise I was referring to!"
She soon realized what Tang Long was about to do to her.
At this moment, Tang Long was not holding her with either hand, and Gracie had plenty of space to escape. However, for some reason, her two feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, and she stood still. It was unclear whether she did not want to move or could not move.
Her mind was in turmoil. She paused, bit her lower lip, then released it, leaving a row of deep teeth marks on her lip, almost drawing blood. Her voice trembled as she said:
"Tang, you... you've forgotten what I just said? Why would you still want to do something like this?"
In the Manchester City physiotherapy room, where only the two of them were present, the wind and rain blew, the sun shone brightly, the scenery was enchanting, and the birds sang sweetly...
(1000 words omitted here)
An hour and a half later.
Tang Long finally stood up, looked at Gracie was sitting in a chair with her head down putting on her shoes, and said loudly:
"I mean it! I'll definitely score a hat-trick in the FA Cup final against Manchester United!"