Previous chapter:
Chapter 970: Religion.
Next chapter:
Chapter 972: Flowers At The San Mames.
PREVIEW
... when he turned and walked, head down, straight toward the tunnel.
The noise followed him anyway, a wall of sound crashing behind his back.
On the touchline and along the tunnel mouth, photographers swarmed.
Cameras flashed in sharp bursts, white light snapping against the concrete as he passed through without a glance.
On the broadcast, the commentator noticed it and couldn’t help but talk about it.
"That’s a rather quick exit," he said cu ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE




























