Bony seemed to be filled with vindication!
He shouted something in a Côte d'Ivoire dialect that only he could understand to the camera.
"Did you see that? Bare-assed Bony scored in the Derby!"
At that moment, Bony's eyes welled up with tears. He could finally reconcile with his nickname and utter those words himself.
I've made it to the Premier League, joined a powerhouse like Manchester City, and scored in the Derby, but what about you?
Those who laughed at me for not having clothes and called me bare-assed—where are you now?
As the saying goes, thirty years of the East, thirty years of the West—never underestimate the youth!
When the scoreboard at Old Trafford jumped from four to five.
Ferguson, the Old Sir in the stands, felt his heart skip a beat.
He furrowed his brows and clutched the left side of his chest.
He was utterly shocked; this score was nearing the limits of his mental endurance.
