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Chapter 168

Latifa Mohammed Al Nahyan!

As the youngest daughter of the current chairman of the Abu Dhabi consortium, she is also a princess of the Abu Dhabi royal family.

Because her father is the current king of the Abu Dhabi Emir.

Latifa looked at the video curiously, as an Arab princess, when Sufei scored a goal.

She has a wide range of interests and hobbies since she was a child, especially keen on football, even though her father has advised her many times that as an Arab princess, she should be a lady.

But the willful Latifa still continues her hobby by watching football games.

In the picture, Sufei's goal made Latifa excited, and his handsome appearance made Latifa have the urge to get to know him.

As an Arab princess, Latifa has been asking for everything since she was born.

Thinking that Manchester City is her own team, Latifa couldn't help but dial the housekeeper's number.

"Ben, I want to go to England to watch Manchester City's game. Please arrange it for me."

"Latifa... This is not appropriate. Mr. Mohammed will not agree with your willful decision."

"Okay, then you can secretly book a ticket for me. Can't I watch my own team's game? Right."

The butler Ben on the other end of the phone sighed and finally decided to tell Latifa's father.

Otherwise.

If something unexpected happens in England, won't his head move?

...

"Do you think she will listen to me, her father? Going to watch a game is not a date with someone. It's not a big deal. In this way, you can bring a few more bodyguards with you. I will find someone to connect with Manchester City."

The butler Ben who left Mohammed's palace breathed a sigh of relief. Since this side has loosened up, it will be easy for him to report.

Yeah.

It is indeed true.

Going to England to watch a football game is just a big deal. The princess is 18 years old this year. It's not a big deal. I am a little old-fashioned.

However.

It is not easy to be a housekeeper of the royal family, especially when your employer is a princess who is a bit willful and naughty.

"May Allah bless you, everything goes well!"

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December 16, the day before the 17th round of the Premier League.

In the morning.

Stuart took the players from the court to the meeting room.

Seeing the old man's serious expression, the players were a little grumbling.

"What's the situation? Isn't it playing West Bromwich tomorrow? Why is the boss so nervous?"

"Maybe, the boss is not talking about tactics."

Su Fei looked at the empty meeting room, which didn't even have a tactical board, and responded to Knight.

Stuart cleared his throat and finally spoke.

"Tomorrow's game is very, very important!"

"Although this is our second match against West Bromwich this season, we also beat them last time."

"But in tomorrow's game, in addition to winning, we must also avoid any conflicts on the field!"

"Because tomorrow!"

"Our new boss, the Abu Dhabi Group, will send people to watch the game!"

"We must not only welcome the new boss with victory, but also leave a good impression, understand?"

Instantly, the conference room exploded, and the Manchester City players chattered and discussed.

"No wonder the boss is so nervous, it turns out that the new boss is coming to watch the game!"

"The oil man is coming?"

"It's probably because we fought with West Brom last time, and the boss is afraid that we will fight in front of the new boss again this time!"

"It turns out that the oil man really watches the game!"

"What else? Why would he invest money if he doesn't watch the game!"

"Shouldn't we learn a few words in Arabic? There will definitely be a meeting or something at that time."

Bang bang bang!

Stuart slapped the table, asking the players to quiet down, and then continued.

"The last time we had a big fight with West Brom at the Hawthorns, two red cards directly led to the suspension of our two main players."

"Ahem."

"We must control it this time. We can have actions and responses, but we can't fight!"

When saying this, Stuart's eyes drifted to Su Fei and Sun Jihai.

Su Fei touched his nose, and Sun Jihai's old face blushed.

"That's it, adjourn the meeting!"

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On December 17, the 17th round of the match day arrived, and Manchester City played against West Bromwich Albion at home.

Etihad Stadium.

Brett Robson, the head coach of West Bromwich Albion, appeared on time at the pre-match press conference.

Today is different from the past.

When I came to Manchester City's away game, I was very happy.Brett Robson, who was fighting on the field, couldn't laugh.

I still remember that when they played against Manchester City at home in the first round of the Premier League in August, the two teams were still on the same starting line.

At that time, I was still proud of the title of "Manchester City Killer".

After more than a dozen rounds of games, Manchester City has been advancing all the way, defeating Arsenal, Manchester United, Chelsea and other giants, and ranked first in the Premier League.

And now West Bromwich.

But with a record of 3 wins, 3 draws and 10 losses in 16 rounds, it ranks second from the bottom in the Premier League.

Yes, that's right.

It's already rotten in the relegation zone!

Below me is Sunderland, which has 0 wins in 16 rounds!

"Mr. Robson, what do you think of the title of Manchester City Killer of the team now? Are you confident that the team will win this game?"

Brett Robson's face darkened after listening to the question from the reporter named Joey from the Manchester Evening News.

Damn!

What's the connection?

Isn't it disgusting that you are deliberately mentioning this title to me?

Manchester Evening News...

Just by hearing this name, you know that it is definitely a lackey reporter of Stewart and Ferguson!

"That's right! In history, we West Brom have defeated Manchester City many times!"

"But unfortunately, we lost to Manchester City in this season's home game..."

"Today, we come with the determination of revenge!"

When Brett Robson said the latter, his voice became smaller and smaller, like a mosquito.

Brett Robson left the press conference in disgrace and hurried back to the locker room.

Unlike the head coach who had little confidence.

The players of West Bromwich Albion were very excited about the upcoming game.

Kanu, the striker who was caught by Su Fei in the last game, and Gadsoe, who was knocked into the hospital, had the flame of revenge in their eyes.

"We must get revenge today!"

"That's right!"

"Fuck Su Fei! Manchester City is so lucky this season, but don't forget, we are Manchester City killers!"

"Damn! Just two days ago, Manchester City played against Tottenham. To be honest, if we were the opponent at that time, I would have kicked Su Fei down!"

"Haha, awesome!"

Hearing the players' lofty ambitions, Brett Robson was also infected. Who knows, there might be a chance today.

Recast the glory of Manchester City killer? !

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On the other side, Stewart, who returned to the locker room after the post-match press conference, turned into an intelligence agent.

"The latest news!"

"The boss is sitting in the VIP box of the north stand!"

"When you score, remember to wave to the boss and interact!"

Hearing Stewart's words, Knight couldn't help but secretly complain to Su Fei.

"Boss is really good at flattering, he is born to be a lackey!"

Su Fei didn't say anything, because he saw Stuart suddenly turned his head and looked at this side angrily.

"Nate!!!"

"Boss...Listen to my explanation! I am praising you!"

"Your vacation tomorrow is cancelled! I will accompany you and listen carefully to how you praise me!"

"Boss!!"

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