Manchester City took the lead, but Richard, watching from the director box couldn't help himself. He clenched his fist and shook it in frustration, muttering under his breath words that those nearby could barely catch.
"Damn, damn, damn — damn United! This game is absolute shit! I've lost two key players… what kind of win is this?!"
He was furious, cursing under his breath.
Meanwhile, Deco, momentarily confused after the goal, suddenly realized what had happened. His eyes widened — and then he exploded with emotion. He ripped off his shirt, sprinted toward the touchline, and threw it to the ground before leaping into the arms of O'Neill and the coaching staff in pure triumph.
The goal had come from Deco's refined technique and instinct. Though he hadn't exactly intended the shot to curl into the net, the execution was flawless — and the result, a confidence-boosting masterpiece that sent the entire stadium roaring.
A pure technical masterpiece from young Deco!
