The Manchester City fans in the stands made a sound of vomiting.
It was originally a passionate scene after scoring a goal, but now it has turned into a Junji Ito style because of the amazing assists from the Balotelli family.
Goal=vomit?
Isn’t this style of painting too weird?
The gunmen stood not far away, watching Balotelli pluck the bitter tea off his body one by one.
Then he regarded the bitter tea in his hand as a trophy and walked to the bench with his head held high like Lei Yu.
Then soon, the referee caught up and showed a yellow card on Balotelli's head.
It's just a yellow card, not a red card!
Just like this piece of bitter tea in my hand.
If the stain on it had been red, Balotelli might have hesitated;
But the yellow one...
So what?
Who doesn’t have a yellow map on their bitter tea?
In this way, Balotelli came all the way to the coaching bench.
In front of the coaching bench, everyone pinched their noses and backed away.
Only Mancini bit the bullet and came to Balotelli.
"Mario, how many times have I told you not to take off your jersey after scoring a goal? Why can't you remember it?"
"Boss, look, this is my trophy, and it's still fresh!" Balotelli raised the bitter tea in his hand and showed it off in front of Mancini.
Just as Mancini was about to say something, the pungent smell in the air suddenly entered his throat, and Mancini suddenly coughed violently.
Balotelli ignored his coach when he saw this, folded the bitter tea and put it on his luggage, and ran straight back to the field.
"Cough cough cough cough, molecules are really moving!"
Mancini, deep in the poisonous fog, remembered the knowledge taught by his high school teacher before fainting.
"Coach, coach!"
After an unknown amount of time, Mancini opened his eyes.
What caught my eye were two guys wearing gas masks.
"I...is this...is the T-virus finally spreading?" Mancini asked in a weak voice.
"Coach, don't rush to speak yet."
With the help of a teaching assistant, a temporary gas mask was placed on Mancini's face.
Breathing the filtered air in the gas mask, Mancini finally regained his composure.
"I...am I still on the court?"
"That's right, coach! We are only one goal behind now, what should we do next? We need your instructions!"
Looking at the assistant coach beside him, Mancini looked back at the swaying bench, pointed at the bitter tea on Balotelli's luggage and said loudly:
"My order is to destroy it humanely! Then revive all my substitutes! Quickly, immediately, immediately!"
"yes, sir!!!"
Two assistant coaches wearing gas masks quickly stepped forward, picked up the bitter tea with a two-meter-long fork borrowed from the security staff, and quickly left the stadium.
After arriving at an open field, two flamethrowers fired three-meter-high flames at each other, humanely destroying Uncle Sam's bitter tea.
On the other side, three team doctors, also wearing gas masks, came to the fainted substitute players and performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation while injecting pure oxygen into their noses.
Not long after, all the Manchester City substitutes opened their eyes.
Dzeko glanced around vaguely, and then sighed: "Thank you Lord for giving me another chance to start over."
...
As the referee blew his whistle, the first half of the game ended.
The Manchester City players walked into the dressing room in low spirits.
The first half of the game was a disaster for them.
First there was the "captain's battle" at the beginning, and then at home, Lei Yu scored two goals in a row.
Finally, Balotelli pulled a goal back, but before he could be happy, the referee gave him a yellow card and his joy was dashed.
The most critical thing is that Balotelli got a lot of nuclear contaminants from nowhere and made the Etihad Stadium stink.
Not only did the fans in the stands suffer from rhinitis and stomach problems, but even the coaching bench was not spared.
Fortunately, the team doctor borrowed some gas masks from the security personnel at the scene, otherwise it would not even be certain whether Mancini, the head coach, is dead or alive.
Now, fans all over the world are watching Manchester City's joke.
The dignity of the defending Premier League champion was completely exhausted in this game.
think about it.
After this campaign, when fans see Manchester City players again, they will no longer say that they were former Premier League champions.
Instead, he pointed at their noses and said, "Look, that's the idiot who blew up his own home court with a stink bomb!"
On the contrary, the gunman on the other side walked off the court happily with a smile on his face.
Since the start of this season, winning has become their daily routine, and the taste has made countless shooters addicted.
Ha ha!
What about Manchester City?
He’s just a nouveau riche!
Let’s see how we deal with you in the second half!
As soon as the main players returned to the locker room, they heard a sound of crying father and mother calling from next door.
Balotelli, a black guy, was protested and boycotted by all Manchester City players.
"What's going on on the other side?"
"They are probably holding a meeting to criticize Balotelli."
"That guy hasn't calmed down since he returned to the locker room?"
"Come on, let's listen and see what they are doing!"
Just like this, several unscrupulous gunmen came to the door of Manchester City's locker room during halftime, pressed against the goal, and listened to what was going on inside.
"Mario, you have to take a rest in the second half!"
"Why? I'm in good shape! Didn't you see my goal? You passed so many passes to that Argentinian, did he score? Didn't I have to rely on me to get a goal back in the end?"
"You still dare to say that Akun didn't score?" Kompany came up and slapped Balotelli on the back of the head. "Didn't you take away all his shooting opportunities?"
"So what if I snatched it away? I scored!" Balotelli still yelled with stiff neck.
"If you score a goal, you know it's a goal. But I don't know how the ball was scored!" Silva also looked dissatisfied.
"Show me if you are capable? I know, you are just jealous of me!"
At this moment, Balotelli is like Zhuge Liang who went to Soochow, fighting with the heroes in the Manchester City dressing room.
No matter what everyone says, Balotelli insists on the fact that he scored the goal.
Others didn't do anything at all.
Think about it too.
When Balotelli was not causing trouble, Manchester City did not score a goal, but Arsenal scored two.
This time Balotelli fired a missile, but he missed one by mistake.
But this guy is a time bomb, and something will happen sooner or later if he is placed on the field.
If he is not allowed to play in the second half, Mancini is having a headache right now!
The Manchester City players were noisy for a while, but finally quieted down under the guidance of Kompany.
"Let's just listen to the coach!"
"Okay, I'll do it if the boss asks me to do it!" Balotelli also stiffened his neck and looked at Mancini expectantly.
Mancini's head is getting bigger now.
Balotelli just scored a goal and is in good condition. He may score another goal in the second half.
But the problem is that the anger of other team members also needs to be calmed down.
After thinking about it, Mancini still couldn't accept the fact that he was beaten by Arsenal at home.
The final decision was made: "Mario, I will give you 15 minutes in the second half. If you haven't scored a goal in 15 minutes, you can take the initiative yourself. Do you understand?"
"Okay, no problem, boss!"
After receiving Mancini's promise, Balotelli looked at his teammates triumphantly like a victorious rooster.
When the Arsenal players outside the door heard this, they immediately tiptoed back to their dressing room.
"Boss, we heard it, they used Balotelli in the second half!"
Hahahahaha, God is really helping me!
The professor's mouth was so crooked that it almost reached his cheeks.
As soon as they heard that Balotelli was still on the court, the Arsenal players immediately relaxed.
As for the goal he scored in the first half.
Who cares?
It’s all covered up anyway!
At this time, under the guidance of Mancini, the Manchester City locker room gradually became calmer.
Just when everyone wanted to close their eyes and rest for a while, Balotelli's scream came from the room again.
"Damn it, where is my trophy? Which bastard stole it?"
Mancini, who was about to explain, just opened his mouth and stood there awkwardly.