[Arsenal Golden Chest opening...] [Congratulations! You obtained Bergkamp's "Highbury Tough Guy" module.]
Li Luo was a little surprised.
Huh?
Wasn't the man's best-known nickname the Ice Prince?
On second thought,
it made sense.
Bergkamp used plenty of dirty little tricks when defending, and some of his challenges were downright vicious.
But the way he passed, controlled, dribbled, and shot was extraordinarily elegant.
Back then,
most fans cared less about statistics than about players who made football beautiful.
They wanted that... visual pleasure.
A fine drizzle fell over Cheshire that morning.
Li Luo picked up the newspaper.
"The Guardian: No Waiting for a UEFA Champions League Title Defense! Second-Generation Glazer Family Members Begin Cashing Out!"
"The Times: Six Children Locked in Infighting Since Elder Glazer's Death."
"Manchester Evening News: Mystery Consortium Set to Take Over Manchester United?"
Had The Sun's prediction a while back—that the Glazer Family would cash out at the end of the season—actually come true?
"Tom, what's going on? Has The Sun infiltrated Manchester United's management too?"
Li Luo couldn't help asking.
Tom shook his head, then nodded vigorously. "Li, it wasn't me this time. It had to be Jack! That guy keeps his mouth shut like a steel drum!"
"Tom, I didn't say it was you."
"..."
After that, time seemed to hit fast-forward.
The Manchester United squad did not let up.
Instead, they kept pushing toward the Invincibles Trophy!
Premier League matchweek thirty-five.
Old Trafford.
The spectators might as well have been watching a school sports day.
Watford's nickname was the Hornets, just as Dortmund had a bee-themed identity, though the atmosphere at Watford's home ground was nowhere near as intense.
"Zhuangdian'er TV! Zhuangdian'er TV."
"Good evening, everyone."
"We're bringing you live coverage of the Premier League: Manchester United at home against