"So just now, it was like a battleship firing, hitting the target!"
"Hehe..." Zhang Lu chuckled sinisterly, nodding, "That's quite fitting. I'd say if he had air superiority, it would be even better."
On the sidelines, Mancini didn't rage this time. He stood like a brooding Italian man, gazing at the world with melancholy eyes, unable to snap out of it.
In a few weeks, rotation lineup against Ma'el with a rotation lineup, full lineup against Ma'el with a full lineup.
All losses!
What could he do?
...
"Yeah!"
In the hotel, this time it was Peter who roared, "Two goals! Involved in 3 goals! Ma'el won everything tonight!"
Amelia was writing an article on the side, using this method to distract herself... Manchester City's aggressive attacking had just scared her, afraid that Mancini's team might equalize or snatch victory.
If that happened, post-game reports of "2 miracle goals carrying the game" would change to "2 miracle goals couldn't save the day."
