849 I Am Ready, What About You Guys? (1/2)

It was May 11th, sunny, and the highest temperature of the afternoon was 31 degrees Celsius. The final round of the English Premier League would all start at three-thirty in the afternoon.

Tony Twain got out of bed at seven in the morning. His wife got up even earlier than him, and she was already busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

He was not anxious to wash up and change; instead, he sat on the bed and drifted for a while. Was this day just like any other? No, this was a special day. Not because the champion would be decided on this day, but because of the complexity regarding how the title would be decided.

He remained dazed on the bed, as if he were still not fully awake yet.

After he stayed silent for a period of time, he rubbed his face and got off the bed.

A new day had begun. How would he feel when this day ended?

Shania went towards him for a morning kiss after she saw Twain coming down. Twain pouted and said, ”I haven't brushed my teeth yet.”

Shania kept reminding Twain not to be too agitated over the course of breakfast, it was not a big issue if he was not able to win the league title.

Twain thought that Shania was being inauspicious by saying that, and he said with a dark face, ”Can't you say something nicer?”

Shania rolled her eyes and replied, ”You're being so nervous so early in the morning. What will you do during the match?”

”Me? Nervous?” Twain could not help but laugh. However, he would find it difficult to laugh very soon as he felt his heart beat much faster than usual.

Shania looked at him as she realized that Twain had fell silent again.

Twain laughed awkwardly, ”Seems like I'm really a little nervous…”

Shania placed her forehead on Twain's head, smiled and said, ”I know you love to be the champion, but don't make me so worried.”

Twain nodded softly.

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His teammates staying in the same room as him were still sound asleep when Bendtner sat up on his bed. It looked like they had a crazy night last night. The smell of alcohol in the room was proof of that.

Ashley Young's concern might very possibly be a reality this afternoon. This Manchester City team was totally incapable of stopping Arsenal. Even if Nottingham Forest demolishes Sunderland by a score of 90:0 at the City Ground, it would be pointless.

He turned and looked at Robinho; the Brazilian's nightlife was really rich… The fact that he was still sleeping here and not at the side of some other woman should have shocked him.

Bendtner jumped out of bed wearing only his underwear and drew open the curtains. Bright sunlight rushed into the dark room immediately and fell straight on Robinho's face.

Robinho blinked as he was awakened by such a radiant beam of sunlight.

”Who turned on the lights?” he asked groggily as he covered his face with one hand and squinted his eyes.

”Robbie, it's morning,” Bendtner replied loudly with gusto.

The confused Brazilian finally became a little bit more awake.

”It's morning?” He blinked hard and saw that the light that woke him up did not come from the lights, but from the sun instead. He mumbled, ”What the…what time is it?”

”7:30.” Bendtner smiled at him.

”Oh, for god's sake…” Robinho flopped back down on the bed, ”It's so early! Let me sleep for a little longer…”

”It's time for breakfast Robbie,” Bendtner said innocently.

”You can go…” Robinho covered half his body with the blanket and waved weakly, muttering, ”Don't care about me…”

”What time are you planning to sleep until?”

”Until I wake up naturally…” Robinho fell asleep after saying that.

Bendtner opened his arms and shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

He believed that Robinho was definitely not a special case. Many of the Manchester City players were like this last night, and McClaren could not care less. To him, the team had already completed their task ahead of time. The final league match was not important, and it was natural for him to let the players relax. As long as they did not go sleeping around, why should he stop them from drinking? In the English footballing world, one could not say one was a professional footballer unless one could drink!

Robinho was going to start in this game…

After 11 years of arrogance, Tony Twain was finally going to receive his karma. The team facing Arsenal was a Manchester City team who had surrendered even before the match.

Logically speaking, he should be happy about it, but he did not feel any joy in his heart at all.

After washing up and changing, he saw Ashley Young yawning as he walked out of the room next to his.

”Good morning…” Tears formed at his eyes as he yawned.

”Didn't you sleep very early? How are you not awake yet?” Bendtner asked, puzzled.

”Don't even talk about it…” Ashley Young looked like he was in pain. ”Shaun was exceptionally excited last night and forced me to play poker with him. He's the leader of the team and I couldn't say no…” He yawned again as he recounted his tale.

”Who won?”

”I did…” But there was no trace of the joy on Young's face. ”That bastard Shaun said that I can forget about sleeping until he won… But his card skills are really damn lousy! In the end, I tried very hard to finally let him win one game, but it was already 3 in the morning…”

Ashley Young's pain made Bendtner sympathize with him. Good thing Robinho's interest in alcohol and women outweighed his interest in gambling with his roommate.

Even the captain Shaun Wright-Phillips was behaving like this, one could just imagine the strength of the team.

Bendtner walked towards the elevator with Ashley Young, who was still half asleep, as they prepared to go for breakfast.

”Wake me up later on if I fall asleep on the dining table.”

”I don't think you'll fall asleep, you'll stab yourself in the nostrils with the fork, ha!” Bendtner laughed, ”You'll be the first professional footballer in history to injure yourself with a fork during a meal!”

”So what… I'm not playing anyway, this might be better. If I injure myself, I don't even have to go as a substitute…” Ashley Young mumbled as he entered the elevator.

They were alone in the massive elevator, and it felt very empty.

”Yawn——” Ashley Young stretched. ”One more game and I'll be free. Goodbye Manchester City, I won't miss you at all! Hey, Nicklas, aren't you going to plan about your future?”

Bendtner was silent.

Ashley Young was not expecting an answer from Bendtner as he leaned on the wall of the elevator. The icy cold feeling dissipated a little bit of his sleepiness.

He suddenly fell into a state of reminiscence as he thought about his days playing in a red jersey. His salary then was way lower than what he was getting now, but he was happier…

He wondered if Bendtner was thinking the same?

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Wenger was enjoying his coffee slowly in the restaurant of the hotel he was staying at, taking a break with his assistants. The players just had an early lunch and were resting in the room.

His assistant manager, Pat Rice, brought him a piece of good news, ”Someone told me that he witnessed the Manchester City players partying in the bar until way past midnight. We're facing an opponent who has no desire to win. We're definitely going to win this game!”

Wenger smiled and refuted him, ”You cannot say something like this until the last second, Pat.” However, this refutation lacked conviction. Even he felt that Manchester City was so slack that they were not a threat.