After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

Lampard looks with difficulty to the other side.

Fuck.

Those medics are taking the stretcher back.

He feels really bad now.

Although that kick landed on his butt.

But rushing out of the sideline unguarded pulled a muscle.

And his butt hurts a bit.

He doesn’t know if his delicate skin was torn by the cleat.

Raul, standing at a distance, remembers the responsibility of the captain and hurries over to squat in front of Lampard asking: ”How do you feel?”

”Substitute me.”

Lampard says.

”Okay, I’ll call the medic over.”

Lampard waves to the sidelines, and Real Madrid’s team doctor starts to prepare.

”Actually, everyone is here to help you.”

Raul sighs and says.

Lampard widens his eyes; if he could get up, he’d definitely punch Raul.

You guys are fucking hitting me and saying it’s to help me! Do you think I’m an idiot?

Raul shakes his head helplessly.

He knew this would happen, explaining to Lampard: ”Real Madrid players are more enthusiastic in these situations, so they rush up faster.”

Faster?

Lampard looks at Raul with questioning eyes.

You’re almost standing in the player’s tunnel telling me you’re enthusiastic?

”Ahem...”

Raul shrugs and says: ”That’s another problem. He easily injures teammates when he’s excited, so I stand a bit further away. If you don’t believe it, I’ll bring you a tape; I’ve specially made clips of the times I’ve been accidentally injured.”

Fuck!

Lampard’s mind is a mess, unsure of what to say.

He rolls over, pulling at his injuries on his butt and thigh, grinning in pain.

Lampard looks up at the sky in Madrid feeling a wave of exhaustion.

Tired.

He knew wearing the white jersey wouldn’t be easy, but he really didn’t expect Real Madrid to be this ridiculous.

Raul, the captain, lying right to his face.

Really treating him like a fool.

Lampard is actually quite smart.

After the initial anger passes.

Weighing the pros and cons, he decides to pretend to believe Raul’s words.

After all, the locker room is full of Raul’s people, and Guti has already lost.

The winner in this power struggle isn’t someone an outsider like him can challenge.

And the players who transferred from the Premier League this summer have already mingled with Raul; even if he wanted to, he couldn’t.

After figuring it out.

Lampard, carried on a stretcher by the team doctors, turns his head and forces a smile saying: ”I got it, thanks for today, Captain.”

Raul:...

Feels like this guy misunderstood him.

Raul swears to the heavens, everything he said is true.

At least about why he’s standing on the sidelines watching; a captain can’t keep getting hit, right?

As for his teammates’ actions.

He’s not inside their heads; he can only guess based on experience.

Every time Pepe went up to fight, he’d accidentally injure him too, so it’s possible to accidentally injure Lampard too.

Real Madrid’s team doctor, well-trained, quickly carry Lampard towards the sideline.

As the stretcher nears the sideline.

The specially customized stretcher from Real Madrid’s medical room unexpectedly splits open in the middle.

Accompanied by the sound of fabric ripping.

Lampard let out a howl like a wolf, making nearby fans on the stands squeeze their legs tightly together.

When lying down, there’s a part that sticks out a bit.

Falling without any warning really hurts.

Poor Lampard.

”Red card!”

”Two red cards, even Lampard who left the field injured received a red card, and Ramos who kicked him couldn’t escape the referee’s eyes either, Ramos really needs to learn to control his emotions, he’s had the longest suspension periods in the last two seasons.”

”A conflict, one player less from each side, Ramos is walking off the field, temporary coach Boas is going over to comfort him, but Ramos is still yelling towards the field.”

Even with Boas pulling him.

Ramos still raises two fingers high, shouting: ”Two digits! Score two digits for me today!”

”Go, quickly go.”

Boas protects Ramos and urges him.

If they don’t let him into the tunnel soon, Real Madrid fans might jump down.

Really doesn’t give any face to the old club.

This guy, not even 20, already simultaneously offended the two giants, Barca and Real Madrid, truly not simple.

Boas asks himself, doesn’t have such courage.

Finally pushing Ramos into the player’s tunnel, Boas returns to the sidelines.

”Andre, I heard the home crowd saying they caught a wizard, supposedly brought from Brazil by Real Madrid specifically to deal with Kevin.”

Faria comes over and says.

When Mourinho left Barca to go solo, the first person he looked for was Faria.

He’s now one of the fitness coaches and assistant coaches of the team.

”I knew this would happen.”

Boas folds his arms and sneers, saying: ”Don’t worry, I’ve already prepared to respond.”

”It’s good you have a plan.”

Faria nods and says.

Didn’t expect this kid Boas to be quite reliable.

As Faria sits back on the coaching bench, the restless Boas chants spells again.

Accompanied by a strange melody, Boas unconsciously starts to sway his body.

”The fourth official raises the extra-time board, the first half has the last five minutes.”

”Yes, mainly the conflict on the left delayed quite a bit of time, haha.”

”Real Madrid is now fully retreating to defend their half, they don’t want to concede more goals in the first half. The biggest problem in front of them is being one man down; neither side has made a substitute adjustment yet, planning to change in the second half, but today’s proactive defending from Lampard is out, reducing Real Madrid’s midfield thickness, can they stop Chelsea’s assault.”