20 minutes, four goals scored, Bony's brain started to feel dizzy!
He even began to see illusions in front of him.
At this moment, images appeared before his eyes of when he was 5, in the poor village of Côte d'Ivoire, playing soccer with friends on the uneven, muddy land scattered with puddles at the village entrance.
Back then, Bony was definitely the star of the village, no child in the village could beat him at soccer.
"Bony, you will definitely be able to play soccer in Europe in the future, earn big money, and provide for your family!"
The words of the old village chief, who often watched the boys play soccer with a cane, echoed once again in Bony's ears.
This sentence, like a seed, deeply rooted itself in Bony's young mind, taking root, sprouting, and growing strong.
When Bony's consciousness was pulled back to reality, the green turf of the Etihad Stadium came into view. He almost instinctively wanted to repeat that familiar celebration – the shirtless sprint.
