Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 609 - 416: Shocking Scandal! Wanda Allegedly Involved with De Bruyne? Icardi Goes Crazy!

Chapter 609: Chapter 416: Shocking Scandal! Wanda Allegedly Involved with De Bruyne? Icardi Goes Crazy!
"The race for the League Champion is neck and neck, and the competition for the European Golden Boot has also entered a feverish stage!"
"Currently, Suarez is leading with 35 goals, 70 points."
"Second is C Luo, with 33 goals, 66 points."
"Third is Agüero, with 32 goals, 64 points."
"Fourth is Icardi, with 28 goals, 56 points."
"Considering there are only four rounds left in La Liga and the Premier League, barring any surprises, this season’s European Golden Boot will be contested between Suarez, C Luo, and Agüero."
"As for Icardi, his goal count is significantly behind the top three. This Argentine forward has almost withdrawn from the European Golden Boot contention."
Icardi was at home watching Sky Sports.
When he heard Dilata say he was out of the race for the European Golden Boot, he was so angry that he smashed the remote control into pieces, cursing Dilata on TV as foul-mouthed;
He wanted to turn off the TV but after picking up the smashed remote control, no matter how much he pressed it, there was no response. Frustrated, he pulled the main switch in the house.
All the lights went out, suddenly plunging the house into darkness, with only Icardi’s coarse breathing audible in the dark.
Wanda was flirting with a tattooed hip-hop singer she met on social media by the dining table, startled by the sudden darkness, she quickly turned the power back on and said to Icardi:
"Mauro, what’s gotten into you again?"
Icardi lowered his head in frustration, his face filled with discontent.
"Foul-mouthed! That foul-mouthed woman on TV just said I’m no good! I can’t win the European Golden Boot!"
Saying that Agüero’s goal-scoring superiority wasn’t due to his own lack of ability, but because of his good relationship with Tang Long, where their cooperation was seamless, etc.
Then he started ranting about De Bruyne, accusing him of intentionally opposing him, resulting in fewer goals for himself.
Having heard all this, Wanda smiled alluringly and pulled down the neckline of her red lace nightgown.
"A man’s capability is multi-faceted, for me, you’re absolutely capable."
With a rubber band, Wanda tied up her long hair, twisted her waist, and squatted in front of Icardi.
It is said that a woman’s waist is a lethal weapon, and when Icardi saw Wanda’s approach, his heart tightened; seeing her squat before him, he began to sweat profusely.
Just as Wanda was about to say, "I’ll give you a chance to prove yourself," Icardi shuddered, frightened and ran off.
"Let’s, let’s leave it, honey. We just had a round after dinner, didn’t we? It’s already late, and I have to train early tomorrow, I’m going to sleep now. Since De Bruyne won’t pass me the ball, I’ll just have to fight for it myself."
Wanda looked up and saw her husband clinging to the wall, crouching in a corner of the living room, with both hands firmly covering his crotch, eyes filled with hopelessness, surrounded by dark circles resembling panda eyes, instantly turning her face dark as an overcast cloud.
"Hmph, Mauro, let’s face it, why blame De Bruyne for not scoring? He has given you quite a few assists, you know."
"Also, what’s been wrong with you lately?" Wanda paused, her gaze fiery as she glared at Icardi, "It’s one thing not to score as many goals as others, but how come you’re faltering even in bed? Look, 15 condoms in a box, it’s been a week and you haven’t used them up. Are you still a man? You weren’t like this back in Italy! Tell me, are you secretly saving supplies behind my back, keeping them for which slut?"
Wanda chased, Icardi ran, the two of them circling the living room sofa.
Icardi, coming from a football background, was more agile than Wanda;
While she wasn’t paying attention, he jumped over the sofa and ran to the guest room, locked the door, and no matter how much Wanda pounded on the door, he was frightened and wouldn’t open it, leaving Wanda crying and shouting:
"Mauro, you’re no man! If I were De Bruyne, I wouldn’t pass to you either!"
...
At six-thirty the next morning, Icardi slipped out the door quietly, while his wife was still asleep, and drove away.
He was the first to arrive at the training ground. When the sleepy-eyed stadium administrator hurried to open the gym’s doors, Icardi had already completed 200 sit-ups in the staircase.
For the European Golden Boot— this long-held aspiration, Icardi had to give it his all in the last four rounds of the Premier League!
"Even if I don’t win the European Golden Boot, the Premier League Golden Boot is my bottom line!"
Icardi knew, Manchester United bought him because he was the youngest Golden Boot in the century-old history of Serie A;
This Serie A Golden Boot couldn’t win a Golden Boot here in the Premier League, Icardi feared people would call him a flop, considering he carried nearly a hundred million transfer fee.
The Champions League quarter-finals saw them get thrashed 8-1 by Bayern, but Icardi didn’t pay it much mind. After all, Manchester United couldn’t necessarily laugh to the end of the Champions League, so it was better to focus on the league and score a few more goals, which was the real priority.
It wasn’t until nearly two hours later that Manchester United’s teammates gradually arrived.
Rooney saw Icardi already drenched in sweat, knowing he must have trained extra in advance.
Rooney pulled Icardi aside, away from everyone, advising him:
"Mauro, it’s good to train more, but you also need to build relationships with your teammates, especially De Bruyne. So, I’ll host a lunch today, invite both of you, and you can apologize to him, let bygones be bygones."
Icardi said, "I should apologize to him? Captain, don’t make things up, when he had the chance, he shot for himself instead of passing to me, shouldn’t he be the one to apologize?"
Unable to convince him, Rooney could only sigh and walk away.
Icardi walked through the corridor to the restroom, coincidentally brushing past De Bruyne, heading to the locker room to change into training gear.
Both of them clearly had their gaze forward, yet couldn’t see each other, like two parallel lines, without any intersection.
Icardi was sitting on the toilet, using his phone, grumbling to himself about De Bruyne.
A notification from The Sun popped up, Icardi glanced at it, so shocked his eyes nearly fell out, he almost slipped off the toilet!
"Most Explosive News in England! Wanda Allegedly Having an Affair with De Bruyne!"
The article detailed how Wanda met Manchester United midfield star De Bruyne at last year’s Christmas party upon arriving in Manchester, and how "the gentlemanly Belgian quickly captured the heart of the Argentine housewife," leading to a rapidly warming relationship and an affair behind her husband Icardi’s back.
The article even included a mysterious recording filled with screams and moans.
Icardi felt as if the sky had fallen, and his world was collapsing!
He let out a wretched cry, pulled up his pants and stormed outside, thinking De Bruyne’s gone too far, if I don’t take him down, am I still a man?
Just as he exited the bathroom, he ran into the Belgian!
"Kevin, you bastard, you actually slept with my wife!" Icardi grabbed De Bruyne by the collar and pinned him against the wall.
In terms of height and build, De Bruyne and Icardi were similar, with approximately equal strength;
But Icardi was in a rage, and with this sudden move, De Bruyne was caught completely off guard, face full of confusion, pinned down without being able to move.
"What the devil," De Bruyne thought he misheard, eyes widening, "Say that again!"
Icardi believed the without doubt.
On one hand, The Sun is an absolute authority on such matters, rarely ing errors;
On the other hand, Icardi recalled how Wanda, who barely knew De Bruyne, spoke up for him and criticized him, which Icardi couldn’t understand at first, but now it all made sense!
"Acting clueless, you’re still pretending! I’m going to kill you!"
Icardi’s hand, like a vise, dragged De Bruyne into the restroom cubicle, delivering a heavy punch to his abdomen; De Bruyne wailed, clutching his stomach and crouching down in pain.
Before he could shout twice, his head was suddenly thrust into the toilet. With a bang, everything went black, as pain from the collision and the suffocating sensation of water hit simultaneously.
"Die, you scum!" Icardi’s eyes burned with fury, shouting, entering a state of madness.