Chapter 503: Chapter 503

At this moment, in the northeast corner of the remote corner of the Etihad Stadium stands, a middle-aged man wearing a hat, sunglasses, and a scarf was curled up in his seat.

From his trembling calves, it could be seen that although his heart was extremely excited, he was trying to suppress his excitement.

"Well done, Tang, nothing in this world can defeat you!"

Chiwo secretly clenched his fists.

He was disguising his appearance and suppressing his excitement, not because he was afraid of being recognized by fans;

He specifically chose this remote corner because he didn’t want to be caught by the camera, or else he’d surely receive a scolding from his boss, Mancini.

For this round of the Premier League, Chiwo was originally tasked by the England national team coach Mancini to watch the match between Tottenham and Leicester City, with key focus on England internals like Ali, Dale, Walker, among others.

But he excused himself to Mancini by saying he had family matters and needed to return to Romania.

In the blink of an eye, Chiwo appeared in the stands at Etihad, watching Manchester City play Hull City at home.

He did so because his mind was preoccupied with Tang Long.

The Nasri incident had stirred overwhelming controversy across the United Kingdom, and as an assistant coach for the England national team, Chiwo naturally heard about it.

He didn’t worry about Tang Long’s character, nor did he hold in high regard The Sun, a trashy media outlet obsessed with sensational stories and gossip to gain traffic.

Chiwo was worried about whether Tang Long’s performance would be affected by external influences, how his mental state was, and if he needed guidance.

After all, no matter what, this player is only 19 years old!

At his age, many players are still languishing in youth teams, while Tang Long has already become the absolute midfield core of Manchester City, gracing the top stage of the Premier League.

Now it seems, it was much ado about nothing.

Seeing Tang Long perform a goal and an assist within just one minute in the first half, the stone hanging in Chiwo’s heart finally dropped gently.

"Pressure resistance."

Chiwo silently recited these two words in his heart.

At this moment, the former Inter Milan player suddenly recalled his teammate at Inter Milan—the Dutch attacking midfielder Sneijder.

Back then, Sneijder also faced immense pressure transferring from Real Madrid to Inter Milan.

Regarding the arrival of this Dutch star, many Italian media dismissed it, claiming he didn’t really want to come to Inter Milan and was desperate to stay at Real Madrid, thus Inter was merely a last resort for the Dutchman, and he came with resentment.

Perhaps no one imagined that Sneijder, having just joined Inter Milan, would play excellently in the Milan Derby the next day!

Sneijder’s first shot caught Milan’s goalkeeper Dida completely off guard;

He ultimately helped Inter Milan secure a 4-0 victory at home with his outstanding performance!

Sneijder also became famous among Inter Milan fans, embarking on a glorious journey as a maestro attacking midfielder in Serie A.

This is Sneijder demonstrating top-level mid-field pressure resistance.

Watching Tang Long sprinting powerfully on the field, Chiwo secretly lamented in his heart:

"Sneijder was already 25 at the time, a mature player in the golden phase of a midfielder’s career, with peak field experience, while Tang Long is just 19 years old, merely in his second year of professional career, yet facing adversity with such poise, confronting calmly, and dealing solid blows! If he can sustain this performance, given time, he will certainly become a top superstar like Messi and C Luo!"

Before the end of the first half, Tang Long once again won the full crowd’s cheers with his brilliant performance!

From the moment the football left his foot, everyone thought it was a mistake.

Because the position where the ball rolled was an open gap, yet none of Manchester City’s teammates were positioned there to respond.

Even Hull City players sluggishly ran towards the ball’s direction, without accelerating;

According to their prediction, the ball would soon roll out of the goal line, allowing them a goal kick.

However, unexpectedly for everyone, Kolarov suddenly rushed out from nowhere!

"Damn, too fast, I can’t keep up!"

Though Kolarov was shouting, his speed on the wing never slowed down.

It turned out, Tang Long’s pass was perfect, precisely predicting the huge gap on Hull City’s left wing and anticipated Kolarov’s run in to form a connection.

It’s just that Kolarov’s reaction was a moment slow, coupled with the physical bottleneck near the end of the first half, so his speed didn’t pick up immediately.

But the unnoticed, gritting-teeth, ferociously faced Kolarov suddenly appeared, catching the Hull City defense off guard!

When two-thirds of the ball’s section was already pressed outside the touchline, Kolarov fully extended his long legs, utilizing the slippery ground’s inertia, slid, and forcibly hooked the ball with his left foot back to the center of the penalty area, just before it rolled out of the goal line!

Opportunities always favor the prepared, and this statement couldn’t be more true.

Just when everyone thought Tang Long’s pass was a mistake, many Manchester City players including Sterling, Fernandinho began to retreat and prepare for defense, but only the center forward Bony kept cruising between the opponent’s two central defenders. Follow current novels on NoveI-Fire.ɴet

Bony is straightforward, didn’t read much as a child, and often thinks one-track mindedly.

He doesn’t care about judgment on the pitch; Bony firmly believes that Tang Long’s pass definitely has deep meaning.

As a forward, as long as I stay in the penalty area, I absolutely have a chance.

Faced with an unexpected high ball from Kolarov, Hull City’s central defenders were still stunned, when Bony leaped high, made a diving header, and flicked the ball into the near corner from the front.

Having bet right, Bony performed a brace!

This goal was definitely a pleasant surprise for the Manchester City fans present!

As the match was about to end, many Manchester City fans began to get up to go backstage at the stadium, either to the restroom or to buy hot dogs.

Especially when seeing Tang Long’s ball seemingly going towards the bottom line, many people got up.

But just as their butts left the seat and they took only a few steps in the corridor, they heard a burst of cheers from fans behind them.

"Ah, did someone score?"

"How is that possible? Wasn’t that pass going out of bounds just now!"

As Manchester City entered halftime with a score of 3:0, Nasri was called into the office of commercial director Belada, 15 kilometers away at Manchester City’s base.

Nasri did not go along with the team for today’s game, Pellegrini excluded him from the team’s roster at the last moment.

Feeling the impending doom, Nasri walked into the commercial director’s office tremblingly.

At first, realizing that the situation was exposed, Nasri felt like the sky was falling.

"The Sun, those sons of bitches, I will be at odds with you forever!"

He foresaw the end of his career at Manchester City.

Trembling, unable to eat, he looked much haggard, not knowing when the sword of Damocles hanging over his head would pierce down, piercing his whole body.

Thinking of this, Nasri felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, trembling uncontrollably.

However, when he saw that the one who summoned him was not CEO Belgistan, but commercial director Belada, a glimmer of luck ignited in Nasri’s heart.

"Hehe, maybe the impact isn’t that big? It hasn’t even alarmed the CEO, Belada seems easy to talk to. Perhaps he will appreciate my influence in France and let me off from a commercial perspective. Wow, after all, there are many Manchester City fans in France who like to buy my jersey!"

But he didn’t know, Belada was a smiling tiger. Despite his smiles, letting Nasri sit down, personally handing him a cup of coffee, these were all preludes to strict measures, preparing for the sentence of death in advance.

He first praised Nasri, saying he was an extremely talented player.

Joining Manchester City for 5 years, he made outstanding contributions to the team, was deeply adored by many Manchester City fans, and also made indelible contributions to the club’s expansion into the French market.

Hearing such praises, Nasri nodded repeatedly, feeling pleased, thinking, "It seems the management still appreciates me. This sneak shot incident is just a minor storm. I have a contract with the club, it’s not something that can get me expelled by some big shots in the team urging the management, it’s a joke. Manchester City is controlled by the Abu Dhabi Consortium, not any player’s personal team! It’s not Tang’s team either."

The two exchanged glances and let out similar chuckles.

But what the Frenchman did not know, this was only the ritual before the soldier, right after Belada, like a Sichuan Opera face-changing act, switched channels and turned into a gloomy face, exuding coldness, making Nasri feel tremble without cold.

The tone changed, and a huge blade came down on Nasri’s head!

"Mr. Nasri, given your serious violation of Manchester City’s internal discipline rules, causing extremely negative impact on the club’s reputation, Abu Dhabi Consortium is very angry and will impose severe penalties on you! On behalf of Manchester City Club, I hereby notify you, the content of the notification has a good news and a bad news, which one would you like to hear first?"

Nasri trembled all over, even his speech was incoherent.

"Ah, there’s still good news? Then, then, you tell me the bad first..."

Belada showed no emotion, his voice sounded as loud as a bell, every word spoken was profound.

"The bad news is, you secretly took Tang’s private photos and colluded with The Sun to publish reports seriously discrediting the club’s reputation, violating the ethical clause in your personal contract, Article 6, Clause 3. The clause is here, please see!"

Belada took out the contract with Nasri, already prepared from the archives, opened it, and pointed to a clause, shaking it in front of Nasri.

"According to the terms, the remaining two-year contract is immediately terminated, and we’re terminating the contract with you right now!"

Upon hearing the termination, Nasri jumped up frantically, scratching his head and ears, heat rising from his hair, shouting incoherently for a while, after calming down slightly, he could organize his words clearly.

"N-no way, what gives you the right to terminate me! I have a contract with the club for another two years, my contract is legally protected, even if it’s terminated, you must pay my remaining salary for the two years, 6 million British Pounds, not a penny less, it’s not worthwhile, you’re not stupid, you definitely won’t do it, don’t think you can scare me!"