Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

Chapter 619

At the Etihad Stadium, a treble celebration ceremony for all Manchester City fans is being held.

In the center of the stadium.

Bernstein, a representative of the team management, is speaking, thanking all Manchester City fans for their long-term support.

"Manchester City is entering a new era!"

"Two consecutive double championships, achieving the treble is not the end, but the beginning!"

"This summer, the team plans to expand the stadium, add 5,000 seats, and will also hold..."

The benches beside the stadium were full of people, coaches, players, and staff from various departments.

Today is not just a celebration ceremony.

It is also an exchange between the club and the fans. Bernstein's speech not only expresses gratitude, but also the team's plans for next season and the outlook for the future.

For a club.

Such community linkage and maintenance with fans is essential.

Most people listened very carefully.

Except for the Manchester City teammates and Guardiola who were sitting next to Su Fei at this time.

Because Su Fei will speak on stage later.

At this time, he was drunk and talking nonsense in Chinese.

"Can Messi and Ronaldo do it? He can't!"

"He and Su Fei played in the same era. It's bad luck for them, you know?"

"As long as I, Su Fei, am in Manchester City, Manchester United, Chelsea, and Arsenal will be trampled under our feet!"

"Liverpool...Liverpool is trash now, he doesn't deserve it!"

"Is the Ballon d'Or difficult? I will get 10 in the future!"

"And fuck..."

Everyone couldn't understand what Su Fei was saying, so they all looked at Sun Jihai. Sun Jihai was the only one in Manchester City who understood Chinese.

Old Sun was under a lot of pressure.

He did understand what Su Fei was saying, but it was fucking inconvenient to tell other people these words.

Wouldn't it explode directly?

Simply shook his head and pretended to be stupid.

"Su is probably speaking our Chinese dialect, I don't understand."

"Dialect?"

"Uh... those English countryside dialects."

"Oh."

Everyone suddenly realized, and then frowned again. What if Su Fei goes up and speaks these "dialects" later? This kid is obviously completely confused now, and no one will understand him then.

"Nate, how much did you give him to drink?"

"Uh... three boxes."

"Three boxes?!!"

"He said he could drink three boxes... and you all saw it, he made me keep falling, and was mean to me, I can only indulge him."

Guardiola had a headache.

He squatted down and approached Su Fei, asking in a low voice.

"Su, are you sure you want to go up and speak later? The stadium is full of our fans today, and all the major Premier League media are here. What you say will be reported by the entire Premier League."

"I... I'm fine! Head coach!"

Su Fei shook his head, saw that the person talking to him was Guardiola, and stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs up.

Everyone saw that Su Fei could communicate normally in English.

They breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Sun Jihai looked worried.

He was really afraid that Su Fei would go up and say what he just said in English.

That would be the end.

It's really going to be the end.

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The celebration ceremony was going on on the field, and finally it came to the player representative speech session.

The host passionately introduced the players who would represent Manchester City on stage.

"Here he comes!!"

"Here he comes!!"

"Let's cheer loudest and applaud loudest next!!"

"Warm welcome!!"

"The best player in the Premier League for two consecutive years, the most deserving of the first person in the Premier League today, the greatest scorer of Manchester City in the new century, the man we love the most, Manchester City's No. 9——"

"Su!!!!"

The Etihad Stadium exploded instantly, and every Manchester City fan present gave their greatest passion in their lives.

Clap, clap, clap!

The tide of applause lasted for a long time, filling the whole stadium.

The spotlight fell.

Everyone on the Manchester City bench automatically made way for a way, and the cards were full.

Su Fei stood up from his seat, raised his hands high, yelled all the way, and rushed directly to the court.

This scene.

The host was dumbfounded, because Su Fei didn't look like he was speaking on stage, but rather like he was running to celebrate after scoring a goal.

So excited?

The fans in the stands were even crazier. In their opinion, Su Fei wasPassion to respond to his passion.

"Su!!!"

"Su!!!"

"Su!!!"

At this time, the Manchester City players who knew that Su Fei was still drunk on the bench were so nervous.

Guardiola swallowed his saliva.

He nervously grabbed his mouth with his hands.

Then.

The next scene shocked everyone even more.

Su Fei, who rushed to the podium, did not stop, but continued to move forward and rushed to the other side of the court.

Then.

He began to run in circles along the fans' stands.

There was no intention of stopping at all.

The fans became more excited.

Everyone on the Manchester City side was confused. Why was this not right?

The host who was waiting for Su Fei to take the microphone looked at Bernstein not far away for help.

After Bernstein was confused, he frowned and quickly came to the Manchester City bench and looked at Su Fei who was running wildly.

"What's going on?"

"Ahem... He drank a little during the parade."

"How much is a little?"

"Three boxes."

After getting Guardiola's answer, Bernstein fell silent, and looked at Su Fei who was still running with the Manchester City crowd.

The fans in the front row were frantically reaching out their hands and high-fiving Su Fei.

"When will he stop?"

"I don't know."

"It's okay, think positively, the fans seem to like his way of interaction."

After all, Bernstein is the former boss of Manchester City. He is old and experienced. He quickly calmed down and comforted the worried people in return.

Knight nodded in agreement.

"Bernstein is right. At least Su is still wearing clothes and is not running naked on the court."

"........"

"Damn, Knight, you are a jinx!!!"

After everyone was silent for a while, Cassano looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help cursing.

Because at this time on the court

Su Fei, who was still running like a perpetual motion machine, suddenly took off his jersey and shook it in his hands.

"Hurry... Go catch him! Don't wait to take off his pants too!!"

This time, even Bernstein couldn't sit still, and his voice began to tremble.

The former boss gave an order.

Manchester City players came out in full force and rushed to Su Fei, who was waving his jersey and shouting wildly.

This scene.

Instantly ignited the Manchester City fans in the stands who didn't know the truth.

"Su!!!"

"Su is so passionate, I love to see him burst his jersey the most!"

"Look! Other Manchester City players have joined in!"

"Great!"

"I like this part, this is the best part of the celebration ceremony, much more interesting than the boring speech just now!"

"Lets go! Manchester City!!!"

In the stands, fans talked a lot, shouted excitedly, and continued to cheer for Manchester City.

On the court, a group of Manchester City players followed behind Su Fei.

Only Bale could barely keep up with Su Fei.

But he was getting closer.

Su Fei suddenly stopped and changed direction, and ran towards the middle of the court again.

"Yeah! Yeah Yeah Yeah!!"

The cheers from the stands came in waves.

Plop.

Knight accidentally fell to the ground.

He just sat there.

Looking at Su Fei running, and a bunch of teammates chasing after Su Fei.

Knight wanted to cry but had no tears.

But soon, he laughed again, laughing loudly.

He slowly got up.

"Fuck, no more chasing, just run naked, this is the celebration ceremony for the first person in the Premier League, so what if I run naked!"

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