The strongest blade in football

Chapter 122 "Fighting Together"

Manchester City's players also learned that Balotelli was about to train with the team.

Wang Nuo and his teammates were very curious about him. The next morning, when Balotelli was not here, someone asked the elder Vieira, "You have stayed at Inter Milan. What kind of guy is he?"

Vieira touched his big nose, thought for a few seconds, and said, "Sometimes he is difficult to deal with, Mourinho can't deal with him, sometimes he behaves like a 10-year-old child, How do you want me to answer?"

"What do you mean?" Everyone felt that Vieira was playing tricks, "How can there be such a guy."

Vieira spread his hands, meaning you can feel it yourself.

Balotelli arrived a few minutes later.

Then everyone in the locker room widened their eyes.

Because everyone saw that standing behind Brian Kidd was a "new teammate" wearing shorts, flip-flops, and headphones listening to music like he was on a beach vacation.

He entered the locker room, started from Kolo Toure at the door with a smile, came to each teammate, and shook hands with everyone vigorously.

"How are you?" "Hello!" "I recognize you." "You're cool."

He just shook hands with his teammates in the locker room one by one, and greeted each other in simple English, making it more like a new coach.

When it was Wang Nuo's turn, Balotelli's hand was a little stronger, and then he looked at Wang Nuo with innocent eyes and asked, "Is that Mercedes-Benz in the parking lot yours?"

"What's the matter?" Wang Nuo had a bad feeling.

"The parking space is a bit small," Balotelli said.

"and then?"

Bashen laughed embarrassedly, and Wang Nuo found that Kidd also looked at him with pity.

"Your new car was accidentally hit by him."

Wang Nuo didn't expect that the car he just bought would be ruined like this, even if it was parked in the parking lot, it would cause an accident!
There are empty parking spaces around him, who knows why Balotelli parked next to his car!
Of course, Balotelli was "very generous". In addition to the insurance company intervening, he also promised to pay Wang Nuo 5000 pounds in one lump sum.

Then he also told Wang Nuo the reason for the crash——

He thought Wang Nuo's open-top Mercedes-Benz was very beautiful, and wanted to park it side by side to see which of the two cars was bigger and longer. Then he wore slippers and didn't control the accelerator pedal when reversing, so, boom!

Faced with such a silly reason, what else can Wang Nuo say?

In short, both cars were towed for repairs.

Fortunately, the team is going to Romania for an away game, and the house Wang Nuo rents is not far from here. He can build a road bike and ride it for fun like Mancini.

Two days later, Mancini announced the squad for the Europa League play-off, and Wang Nuo was impressively on the list, still a substitute.

Wang Nuo has no opinion on this, as long as he is given a chance, even for a minute, he will do his best to perform.

At noon on August 8, Manchester City collectively arrived at Timisoara Airport in Romania by special plane, checked in at the Timisoara Hotel, and went to the Dan Partinisan Stadium in the afternoon.

It was a small stadium with less than 1 seats. It had just rained the day before, and when everyone came back from a walk, their shoes were covered with foul-smelling mud.

After returning to the hotel, Mancini did not hold a meeting for the team for the first time, and sent everyone to move freely. Perhaps subconsciously, he felt that this opponent had nothing to worry about.

At around 5 pm, the players finished their meal and returned to the business double room with a large fish tank and a huge bathtub.

Wang Nuo and Richards originally lived in the same room, but they had conflicts in the last training match and ignored each other, so Wang Nuo's roommate was replaced by Balotelli, who was alone.

Balotelli is very happy to live with Wang Nuo.

Because he crashed Wang Nuo's car, but Wang Nuo didn't care about it, which made him feel that Wang Nuo is a generous and good person.

Balotelli's English is not very good but he likes to talk. He showed Wang Nuo the gold medal he had been wearing around his neck like a child.

He said it was a gift from his adoptive mother Sylvia.

Three words are engraved on it: professional, hardworking, humble.

He also asked Wang Nuo to listen to the songs on his ipod, although those songs did not meet Wang Nuo's taste.

Wang Nuo felt that Balotelli was easy to get along with, at least he was sincere.

About an hour later, Balotelli suddenly said to Wang Nuo, "How about we go out for a stroll?"

Wang Nuo originally wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, staying in the house is boring anyway, so why not go out and see the city.

So he agreed.

In order not to be recognized, the two of them put on the scarves and hats provided by the hotel, and each wore a pair of dark glasses.

Balotelli got a scooter from somewhere.

Then, they went out, Balotelli's driving skills were good, and Wang Nuo sat firmly on the back of the motorcycle.

They circled the city for over an hour.

I have to say that Timisoara, known as the Little Vienna of Romania, is a beautiful place. When they were tired, they found an unnamed shop by the river and ordered a glass of fruit juice and a glass of fresh beer.

Balotelli finished his beer and ordered a large plate of cannelloni.

In the evening, the breeze blowing by the river was very pleasant, much more comfortable than staying in a hotel with mold, and the two enjoyed a good time.

It wasn't until they were about to pay the bill that they realized that something was wrong. They touched their whole bodies and looked at each other.

"Did you bring any money?"

"No, I left my wallet and mobile phone at the hotel, what about you?" Wang Nuo said.

"Do you think I have a belt?"

At this time, the boss had been standing in front of the two of them for almost a minute.

Wang Nuo was about to say something, such as "You keep it, I'll go back and get the money.", or "Press some things, let's get the money to pay the bill."

Before he could speak, Balotelli showed a confident smile, put his hand in front of Wang Nuo, and said, "I'll take care of it."

Balotelli took off his scarf and dark glasses, swaggered to the front desk, found a pen and a piece of paper, and signed his name on it—Mario Balotelli Barwuah.

He handed the signed paper to the sullen boss and said in English with certainty, "Listen man, my autograph is worth 50 euros! I'll pay the bill with it!"

The boss didn't seem to be a fan. He took the piece of paper and took a look, then tore it to shreds.

"Are you fucking kidding? Nigga!"

He yelled unceremoniously, and immediately a few strong men jumped out behind him.

Wang Nuo saw that the situation was not right, this place with no front to the village and no back to the shop, if something happened, it would be over!
He was about to come up to explain, when suddenly, one of the burly men pointed at Balotelli with a shocked expression, and murmured something in Romanian.

Everyone was taken aback for a moment after hearing this, then looked at Balotelli in unison, and immediately burst into grinning grinning.

One of them took out his mobile phone and made a few calls, and the rest of them surrounded the two and wouldn't let them leave.

"We have money, use your phone number, and I'll send someone to send the money!" Wang Nuo said in English.

Those people smirked, and one of them said in English, "We don't want money. The police and reporters will come soon. We want you to go to the police station."

"Why, it's just the money for a meal. The police are not fools. We just need to make up the money."

"No, no, it's not that simple." The man smiled, "We saw you sniffing some white powder just now, you will be taken away for a blood test, maybe, you will miss tomorrow's game."

Wang Nuo finally knew that these guys recognized Balotelli, and they should be fans of the home team, and understood their sinister intentions.

He gave Balotelli a wink, meaning to play it by ear.

In the end, he found that Balotelli was panting heavily through his nose and looked very angry. He stared and rushed towards those guys.

Those people didn't expect Balotelli to explode suddenly, and they didn't react at all, they were knocked out of the encirclement by him, and ran away along the river bank.

And Wang Nuo wasn't an idiot either, the moment Balotelli started it, he immediately moved in the opposite direction, taking advantage of their attention being attracted, he also took the opportunity to slip away.

It has to be said that the physical fitness of professional players is not average, and they can't see the shadows of those guys in just three or two strokes.

Wang Nuo and Balotelli met again on a small bridge a few hundred meters away. They were panting, and they could see unwillingness and anger in each other's eyes.

"We have to give them some color!" Balotelli said.

"What do you think?" Wang Nuo didn't think of a good idea, "The little motorcycle is still with them!"

"You wait for me here." Balotelli turned around and left after speaking.

"Where are you going!"

"You wait! I'll go prepare something and come back!"

It wasn't long before Balotelli disappeared down the street.

Wang Nuo also wanted to go back to the hotel first. He was not familiar with the place where he lived, and those strong men were just a few hundred meters away on the other side of the river. Who knew what would happen, whether they would come to find him.

But he was worried that Balotelli would do it alone, so he still stayed by the bridge.

After about half an hour, he saw Balotelli back from a distance.

Balotelli got another scooter of a different color from somewhere, with an excited Wright-Phillips on the back of the scooter.

Balotelli parked his motorcycle in front of Wang Nuo and jumped off from it.

He took off a black plastic bag from the handle of the scooter, opened it mysteriously and put it in front of Wang Nuo, "Look! Let's use this to deal with them later!"

Wang Nuo took a closer look and found that the bag contained the kind of fireworks tied with thin bamboo poles.

"Where did you get these? You want to..." Wang Nuo understood Balotelli's plan a little bit. This guy's brain circuit is really unusual.

"This kind of sky cannon can fly tens of meters! I prepared two lighters! We will stand on the other side of the river in a while and bomb their shop from a long distance!"

"But what about our little motorcycle?" Wang Nuo asked.

At this time, Wright Phillips came over, and he said excitedly: "I'll take the key, and ride the motorcycle away while they're not paying attention. As soon as I set off, you will start covering fire."

"Amazing! Perfect plan!"

Balotelli's rage had long since faded, replaced by a childlike anticipation of mischief.

Wang Nuo saw it, nodded amusedly, and joked to Little Wright, "You can have a 'free' drink first."

They split into two groups. Balotelli drove Wang Nuo to approach the shop quietly along the river bank, while Wright Phillips walked across the small bridge and swaggered closer to the target.

A few minutes later, Wang Nuo and Balotelli stooped and sneaked behind a bench across the river.

On the bench, more than a dozen bamboo pole fireworks are lined up, about to be ignited and launched.

They looked at Wright Phillips from a distance, holding a glass of juice, sitting at a small table outside and drinking it in one gulp.

Suddenly, Little Wright broke the cup with a snap, jumped up and rushed to the side of the small motorcycle parked not far away.

"Quick! Quick!" Balotelli grinned and urged Wang Nuo, and lit the fuse next to the bamboo pole with a lighter.

Wang Nuo followed suit and quickly ignited the fuses one by one.

Following their movements, the soaring cannons made a sharp whistling sound, rushing towards the opposite side of the river with sparks!
"Swoosh~~boom!"

"Swoosh~~swoosh~~, boom! boom!"

As soon as those strong men came out of the store, they saw the firecrackers rushing towards them one after another, exploding one after another!
They were cursing and scurrying around.

One of the guys got hit in the ass by a sky cannon and let out a horrified howl.

"Hahaha! Stupid pigs! Come and catch us! Come!"

Balotelli and Wang Nuo shouted triumphantly at them from across the river.

Wang Nuo was also overjoyed, the previous unhappiness was completely gone, it felt amazing to "fight side by side" with Balotelli today, he had never been so nonsense like today.

They ignited all the sky cannons, until the men began to pursue this way along the river bank in desperation.

Balotelli yelled a few more times at the top of his voice, then patted the back seat of the scooter, and drove Wang Nuo away happily.

Go back and sleep well, there is a game tomorrow!

(End of this chapter)