: Her debut was a madcap spectacle; is she going to go mad with her birthday party too?

Chapter 101: Her debut was a madcap spectacle; is she going to go mad with her birthday party too?

Halftime, in the locker room.

Ferguson stood in front of the tactics board, his expression not relaxed, but serious.

"We played well in the first half," he said, "but not well enough. Leading 3-0, do you think you've already won? I'm telling you, no."

In the Premier League, you can score three goals in forty-five minutes, and you can concede three goals in forty-five minutes. In the second half, I want you to stay focused and not give them any chances.

His gaze shifted to Zhang Kuang.

"Zhang, you scored two goals and had one assist today, very good. But you seem to have forgotten my instructions: in the second half, reduce your individual dribbling and cooperate more with your teammates. Understand?"

"Understood, BOSS." Zhang Kuang nodded.

In the second half, Zhang Kuang did reduce his individual breakthroughs. Although he wanted to score goals and gain health points, he couldn't forget Ferguson's advice.

Therefore, he dropped back more often to receive passes, made more passes to facilitate, and created more opportunities for his teammates.

Even so, he still created an excellent opportunity in the second half. In the 60th minute, he received a pass from Rooney on the edge of the penalty area and made a no-look backheel flick, the ball passing between the defender's legs and accurately finding the onrushing Rooney.

Rooney unleashed a powerful shot, but the ball hit the crossbar and bounced back.

"Fuck!" Rooney cursed.

Zhang Kuang shrugged, indicating his helplessness.

If this ball goes in, it will be his second assist.

Unfortunately, Rooney's shot looked like a boxing punch.

In the 65th minute, Ferguson substituted Owen for Zhang Kuang.

When Zhang Kuang left the field, the entire Old Trafford crowd stood up and applauded.

He waved to the stands and then walked toward the substitutes' bench.

He draped a towel over himself, sat down, and glanced at the electronic scoreboard.

3: 0.

With about twenty minutes left, the game is basically over.

Ultimately, the score remained unchanged, mainly because Newcastle's defense was excellent in the second half, and their arrogance tempered its offensive tendencies.

Manchester United beat Newcastle United 3-0 at home, securing a winning start to the new season.

Zhang Kuang's debut stats: two goals and one assist, MVP of the match.

After the match, in the press conference room, almost all the reporters' questions revolved around Zhang Kuang.

"Jazz, what's your assessment of Zhang Kuang's performance today?"

Ferguson took a sip of water and said slowly, "Two goals and one assist, how else can I rate that? Out of ten, I'd give him nine."

We deducted one point to prevent him from becoming arrogant.

The reporters laughed.

"Who do you think is stronger, arrogance or Cristiano Ronaldo?"

Ferguson shook his head: "Don't compare him to anyone. Ronaldo is Ronaldo, and arrogance is arrogance. They are different players, in different eras, playing different roles."

All I know is that Zhang Kuang helped Manchester United win the game today, and that's enough.

In the first round of the Premier League that day, besides Manchester United's 3-0 victory over Newcastle, there were several other key matches.

Chelsea secured a narrow 1-0 away victory against West Bromwich Albion.

Arsenal defeated Liverpool 2-1 at home, with Fabregas not playing.

Manchester City drew 2-2 with Tottenham Hotspur away from home, with Yaya Toure and Silva making mediocre debuts.

But all the headlines were dominated by arrogance.

Manchester Evening News: "Two goals and one assist in his debut! Manchester United's new king officially crowned!"

The Sun: "Ferguson's new Ronaldo? No, Ronaldo is Ronaldo, and arrogance is arrogance."

The Times: "Arrogance: He conquered Old Trafford in just 45 minutes, from Ligue 1 to the Premier League."

The Guardian: Newcastle manager: We studied Zhang's arrogance for two weeks, and the defenders told me everyone underestimated Zhang.

Daily Mail: Manchester United's first win, new signings shine

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Online, the fans' reactions were even more frenzied.

"Two goals and one assist! Was that a spectacular debut?"

"Cristiano Ronaldo came on as a substitute in his Manchester United debut and didn't score. Messi came on as a substitute in his Barcelona debut and didn't score either. Arrogance came on as a starter in his debut and scored two goals and provided an assist. The difference is obvious!"

"Hey, hey, upstairs, don't be so arrogant. You know how powerful those two guys' fans are. You can be exaggerated and arrogant, but don't try to put others down."

"I was stunned when Zhang Kuang hoisted Coloccini away; that's Coloccini!"

"Ferguson and the Manchester United management must be overjoyed, right? Such a low price for such a great player."

"There are still two weeks left in the transfer window, other teams need to hurry up and buy defenders! Otherwise it will be too late! This arrogant guy is too hard to defend against."

"What's the point of buying a defender? You need an armored vehicle to defend against someone as arrogant as Zhang."

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"Awesome! I never thought I'd see a Chinese striker shine in the Premier League. It seems that Zhang Kuang can not only dominate in Ligue 1, but also make a name for himself in the Premier League."

"This arrogant Chinese guy is really something, he even outshines Park Ji-sung. Damn it, why hasn't our Son Heung-min developed yet?"

"Look at Zhang Kuang. It's not that Chinese players are bad. I told you, they have 14 billion people, how could they not produce a few genius players? Other countries with only a few million people can produce a few geniuses."

Okay, Chinese fans started arguing in the comments section.

Meanwhile, in the stands at Old Trafford, three Middle Eastern girls sat in the VIP section and watched the entire match.

"He's too strong," Rama said.

"Do you only realize how strong he is now? Who was the first to yell 'I'm going to die, please stop messing around!'" Alya said.

"He's a completely different person on the field and in the room," Lim said. "He's like a beast on the field, but in the room, although he's fierce, he's not as beastly."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the other two understood.

They smiled at each other.

"If that's really the case, could you handle a wild beast? You'd probably die, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, people really do die."

"Ah, I can't wait for tonight's activities."

"Huh? You slut, you lose in a single round in a real fight, but you're all talk and no action when you're not on the battlefield."

"Stop fooling around, Zhang Kuang's birthday is coming up soon, what gifts are you guys preparing?"

"There's not much to prepare, how about giving him 100 million euros as a gift?"

"This is so vulgar. They just throw money around all the time, like some nouveau riche."

After the first round of matches, Manchester United had a day off.

8 month 18 day.

Zhang Kuang celebrates his eighteenth birthday.

On this day, the arrogant agent company and Manchester United's management were all busy preparing for the birthday party.

Why hold a birthday party? Sometimes these kinds of events are just for show. There's no other way; Manchester United wants to demonstrate the club's respect for its players, and the players want to show their friendship with the club and their teammates.

In reality, neither side can accept not holding a celebration, but sometimes players and the media spread rumors that the club is heartless and doesn't even celebrate the birthdays of important players.

Don't underestimate these issues. Some people like to make a big deal out of these small things. Some people do it because of a birthday party, some because of a pair of shoes, and some because of a first-class seat.

They would say that the club does not respect the players, or that the players are becoming increasingly alienated from the club.

In short, such a thing will be spotted by those with ulterior motives as soon as there is even a crack in the door.

The venue is the ballroom of the DoubleTree by Hilton Swindon Hotel.

Zhang Kuang, through his agency, specially invited two top chefs from China, one specializing in Hunan cuisine and the other in Cantonese cuisine, along with three assistants. They arrived in Manchester two days in advance to prepare the ingredients.

The banquet hall was decorated in a style that blends Chinese and Western elements.

In the center was a huge long table, which was filled with all kinds of Chinese food.

Hunan cuisine includes dishes such as steamed fish head with chopped chili peppers, Mao-style braised pork, stir-fried beef with yellow peppers, spicy crayfish, Yongzhou blood duck, Dong'an chicken, and steamed assorted preserved meats.

Cantonese cuisine includes dishes such as poached chicken, crispy roast goose, salt-baked chicken, honey-glazed char siu, steamed grouper, steamed spare ribs with black bean sauce, and garlic crab.

Sichuan cuisine: Mapo tofu, boiled beef, and sliced ​​beef and tripe in chili sauce, etc.

Other cuisines include: Peking duck, Shanghai xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), Hangzhou Dongpo pork, Yangzhou fried rice, and lion's head meatballs.

In addition to these dishes, there are also various fruits, Hong Kong-style dim sum and pastries.

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The dishes are arranged in a Western-style buffet format, making it convenient for guests to help themselves.

In one corner of the banquet hall, a huge ice bucket was filled with champagne and red wine. In another corner, a DJ was adjusting equipment, preparing to play background music.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling shone with a warm light, and red lanterns hung on the walls. The red and gold color scheme exuded a strong Chinese style.

Zhang Kuang stood arrogantly at the entrance of the banquet hall, wearing a dark blue custom-made suit without a tie. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his strong collarbone.

His hair was meticulously styled, and he looked energetic and incredibly handsome.

Jonathan stood next to him, holding a tablet computer, checking the guest list.

First to arrive were the team's teammates, then the women and the Auxerre teammates who had time to come from France, and finally the club's management and coaching staff.

Before long, quite a few people had arrived at the banquet hall, but the ceremony had not yet begun because a few people had not yet arrived.

Rooney sat at one end of a long table, playing mobile games with his teammates.

Ferdinand and Vidic stood in the drinks area, each holding a beer, chatting. Their topic, of course, was about arrogance.

"Leo, who do you think this kid will bring today?" Vidic asked.

"I don't know, but I heard from Rooney that there seem to be quite a few women involved," Ferdinand said.

"A woman? What woman?"

"Rooney didn't explain clearly, just said a lot of beautiful things." Ferdinand laughed. "You know Rooney's taste; what he calls beautiful might just be average."

"That's true." Vidic nodded.

Irving and Carrick sat in a corner, quietly sipping champagne. Irving was thirty years old now, no longer the young, high-flying man he once was, but his smile remained warm.

"That arrogant kid is no simpleton," Irving said.

"How so?"

"Look at his ball skills, and then look at his character and conduct. At eighteen years old, to achieve this level is not easy."

Carrick nodded but didn't reply.

Pogba was huddled together with a few young reserve players, filming a video with his phone. Pogba was wearing a flashy shirt and had his hair braided, looking like a hip-hop artist.

"Paul, you're pretty flashy today," said one of the reserve team players.

"Of course, Brother Zhang's birthday party has to be a bit big," Borg said with a smile.

"You and Zhang Kuang are on pretty good terms?"

"He's great to me, he often coaches me in training," Bergmai said. "And he's really good at football, I admire him."

Next up were captains Pedretti and Taumait, who brought their teammates from Defal Auxerre, but not the other teammates.

Zhang Kuang first greeted Pedretti and Henmai, and then invited them to sit down.

Everything seems normal.

Then twenty-three women appeared at the entrance to the meeting hall, with Matilda leading the way.

She wore a black evening gown with a slit that reached above her knees, revealing her long, slender legs. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, her makeup was exquisite, and her red lips were like flames; she looked as if she had stepped off the cover of Vogue magazine.

Behind her were eleven members of the Chongfa team—these Middle Eastern girls were all dressed to the nines today. Some wore long skirts, some wore formal dresses, and some wore suit pants with shirts; their styles varied, but each one was stunningly beautiful.

They had deep-set features, healthy tanned skin, tall figures, and outstanding demeanor. Some wore elegant headscarves, while others wore none, revealing their long, black hair.

Their arrival dimmed the lights in the entire banquet hall.

Behind them were four female reporters: Amanda, Laura, Emily, and Sofia.

Their attire was understated, yet they still shone brightly under the radiance of the eleven Middle Eastern girls. Amanda wore a white twill shirt dress, Laura a dark blue twill long dress, Emily a red twill short dress, and Sofia a gold twill sundress. The four of them standing together resembled four different seasons.

At the very back are four beautiful young women: Isabelle, Caroline, Marion, and Helen.

They were a bit older, between twenty-five and thirty-three, but they had a more mature demeanor and a composure that younger girls lacked.

Isabelle wore a dark green silk maxi dress, Caroline wore a black lace dress, Marion wore a white suit skirt, and Helen wore a bright red maxi dress. They all wore smiles, their eyes revealing a confidence born of experience.

The moment the twenty-three women entered the banquet hall, the entire hall fell silent for at least five seconds.

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