Abilda's through-ball sparked a glint in Benzema's eyes—he saw a chance for a goal or an assist!
Just as Benzema moved to trap the ball, Claire deftly flicked it with his heel, sending it in a beautiful arc right to his chest!
"Claire Lee with a chested control! For a football rookie, that's a work of art!" MUTV's guest commentator, Martin Tyler, leapt to his feet, waving excitedly at the camera. But Tyler's antics didn't stop there—he playfully winked at Lucy, sitting across from him, and teased, "Looks like Claire's been practicing plenty with your help!"
The camera cheekily panned to Lucy Pield's chest. Dressed in a sophisticated outfit, her figure still stood out. "Wow, I knew Claire wouldn't let Old Trafford down!" she exclaimed.
"I just wonder if Mrs. Tyler will get jealous knowing you're eyeing a young, beautiful woman!" Lucy teased the renowned British scout and commentator.
The old man took it in stride, unfazed, and kept narrating, "Wow, Manchester United's attack is alive thanks to Claire! Ever since he got the ball, half the team's pushed into Lille's half!"
As Martin Tyler rambled on with enthusiasm, Alan Smith, ignoring the team's offensive structure, charged recklessly into Lille's half. "Oh, f! What am I seeing? Did Alan forget he's a defender? Why's he charging into their backline?" Tyler exclaimed.
When Alan reached the spot Claire pointed to, he stood bewildered, staring at an empty penalty area. Even Lille's goalkeeper, Coupet, mocked him, "What, you think a singer can launch an intercontinental missile?"
Alan, muttering to himself about the distance across the half, decided to take the gamble. As a "risk-taker," he figured if he won, it'd be glory; if he lost, he'd start over.
While Alan was lost in thought, Claire shifted to the left sideline of United's midfield, with Benzema still doggedly trailing him.
"You picked the wrong guy to mess with!" Claire taunted, glancing back at Benzema. Before he could react, Claire launched a long ball.
Cursing under his breath, Ronaldo muttered, "Are you insane?" But his feet were already moving, and Rooney, relying on his speed, darted toward Lille's goal. None of them, however, could match Alan Smith, already positioned at the edge of the box. The ball, as if guided by GPS, dropped perfectly to him, startling even Coupet!
MUTV's Martin Tyler, like he'd downed an energy drink, jumped up, pointing at Ferguson on the bench and shouting, "Oh, f! F! Has that cunning Ferguson cooked up a new attacking formation? This is a Patriot missile!"
Lucy, covering her mouth in shock, stared at Claire's pinpoint pass. "If that ball goes in, Benzema might end up on Lille's wall of shame!"
She wasn't wrong. After the attacking blunder, Abilda had already turned to sprint back for defense, leaving Benzema stranded.
From the footage, Benzema was slightly outpaced by Claire in stamina and short bursts. Add Claire's provocative "in-your-face" move, and Benzema risked going from "Ligue 1's rising star" to "Claire Lee's stepping stone."
Alan Smith didn't care why the crowd had gone quiet. This rare "penalty" chance was right in front of him—if he didn't take it, he might as well quit!
With a simple chest control, Alan ignored the stampeding Lille players behind him. He swung his foot and struck the ball! The roar of United's fans, combined with Alan's popularity, sent his teammates piling onto him—except for Claire, who finally relaxed his tensed muscles.
"Heard Megan Fox has a nice figure? Maybe I'll give her a try!" Benzema muttered darkly as he passed Claire.
Claire froze for a moment, but as a man, he wasn't about to let that slide. Especially not with his "bond" at stake. Claire shoved Benzema hard, nearly knocking him over. Benzema, not backing down, pushed back.
Pointing his middle finger, Benzema sneered, "No idea how you got tangled up with a married woman! If I were you, I'd tell that damn b to get lost!"
His words were overheard by the Old Trafford referee rushing over. Playing at United's home ground, the ref naturally leaned toward Claire.
If Claire's initial shove had sent Benzema tumbling, he might've earned a red card and been sent off. But Benzema's youth showed—he not only retaliated but let his insults fly right in front of the ref.
United's celebrating teammates froze, and the stunned crowd fell silent. But soon, Claire's diehard fans started hurling objects from the stands.
Ferdinand, ever the diplomat, stepped in to separate the two, subtly shielding Claire whenever Benzema lunged forward.
As more players from both sides gathered, the ref couldn't delay. He said, "Claire pushed first, but you insulted his friends and family. He argued out of anger, and you fought back!"
The ref's call was fair—yellow cards for both. As Benzema tried to argue, Lille's veteran Fred signaled him to stop.