Chapter 460: Chapter 460
"Don’t mention 7 to 1, what does it matter if Manchester City beats us 10 to 1? As long as we at Manchester United win the Premier League in the end, their victory is worth nothing!"
[National team and club advancing together! He is the leader of the new generation of forwards in football!]
The domestic newspapers’ praise after the match made Icardi somewhat giddy, his ego swelling even more. Newest update provided by novel-fire.ɴet
At this moment, Icardi, immersed in the brilliant hat-trick performance against arch-rivals Brazil, was still continuously scrolling through Agüero’s social media account on the flight back to Manchester.
Thinking to himself, Icardi mused, "He must have seen my hat-trick, right? I wonder if he’s feeling very sad holding those crutches while recovering, huh, hehe."
As for the number two forward in the Manchester City team, Bony, Icardi didn’t take him seriously at all!
In his view, Bony’s ability to score four goals in a match was simply due to luck.
If this Ivorian was so awesome, why had he been playing at Swansea before?
Why, after coming to Manchester City, did he struggle to secure a starting position?
If he were that impressive, why hasn’t he gone to Real Madrid, Bayern, or Barça?
Thinking of Tang Long, Icardi also felt a moment of satisfaction!
Your main defenders and forwards are injured, and if during this national team match day a few more of your players get injured~
I want to see how you’ll play. Do you really think Manchester City is your team alone?
Daydreaming, Icardi hugged a pillow printed with a Wanda blowing kiss image, and fell sweetly asleep on his business class seat.
In the dream, Tottenham’s main striker Kane also got injured during the national team match day.
And it was a torn cruciate ligament, ruling him out for the entire season!
No one in the entire Premier League is qualified to compete with Mauro for the Golden Boot anymore!
In his sleep, Icardi laughed out loud like a pig~
Thankfully, Icardi’s dream was not entirely prophetic.
After playing against Italy, Kane returned to London healthy and intact.
However, Manchester City was in for more troubles!
When it rains, it pours.
Another technical midfielder, David Silva, got injured during the national team match.
Silva’s injury was an old problem, recurring ankle issues, and finally, during the match against Switzerland, because of a rough challenge by midfielder Zaka, he ended up with ice packs on the bench.
Silva left the field covering his face, his eyes red.
He knew that this injury was a heavy blow for him, especially given his already marginal tactical status within Manchester City.
Next year, Silva would be 30 years old, what role would he play in the Spanish national team in competing for a spot in the European Cup?
Silva himself was uncertain.
Inside the Manchester City Club’s head coach office.
Pellegrini, with his head full of silver hair, looked at the medical reports handed over by the team doctor for Ranocchia, Agüero, and Silva, distress clouding his aged face, the lines at the corners of his eyes deepening.
The Chilean old coach tore the medical report in two with a loud snap and slammed it onto the table!
"Damn these international match days! Bloody!"
The assistant coach Rein, rarely hearing such profanity from his boss, was taken aback.
It seemed that the successive injuries to three technical players were a severe blow to Manchester City, far beyond the expectations of the coaching staff.
Three days later, the fourth round of the Premier League would begin, with the team heading to Swansea for an away challenge.
Time waits for no one. As the assistant coach, Rein must help relieve the boss’s worries.
"Boss, we don’t need to worry too much. Although we’ve lost a defender and midfielder and a forward, as long as Tang isn’t injured, our team won’t fall!"
"Tang is just one person," Pellegrini shook his head indifferently, "Rein, we coach a football team, not a table tennis team! Losing three key players at once leaves our passing control system completely collapsed."
"Boss, my point is, since we’ve lost three technical players, we might as well abandon the ground play, right? No one’s going to die without pissing, how about we go for a high and mighty approach at Swansea’s away game?"
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