Red card!

He clearly saw that the head coach Summer on the sidelines covered his mouth tightly, looking like he couldn't believe it.

He also clearly saw that every teammate showed an incredible look.

Reality is so ironic.

He longs to be a hero, but he ends up becoming a sinner.

He stood up like a walking corpse, accepted the comfort of his teammates, and mechanically left the court.

He felt the body temperature of head coach Summer's embrace, but he was still chilling all over.

The moment he entered the player's passage, he saw Kaka being carried off the court, and Atletico Madrid's team doctor was handling him urgently, and it seemed nothing serious.

He also saw on the court, the right back of the Bedding Army standing in the free kick position, waiting to take the excellent free kick in this position.

He couldn't imagine if the ball was in...

When he walked to the visiting team's locker room, deafening cheers came from the stadium.

He heard the commentator shouting Dario Serner's name on the stadium radio.

There is no doubt that the Croatian right-back seized the opportunity and calmly sent the ball into Lehman's goal.

It's over!

Everything is over!

Ricken pushed open the heavy locker room door weakly, moved to the seat in front of the wardrobe with heavy steps.

He buried his head deep between his legs like an ostrich, and blocked his ears hard on both sides of his thighs so that he could not hear the tsunami from the celebratory fans outside when they celebrated.

But he couldn't help sobbing and finally burst into tears.

The super genius who made the whole of Europe look at it back then was dead!
Chapter completed!