After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 559 - 0232 Detective Ramos (Subscribe)_2
Kaka dribbled the ball to the right of the penalty area, deceiving Casillas before shooting toward the empty net, with the ball heading straight for the inside of the right post.
The hearts of the Meringue fans fell into the abyss step by step, as the ball rolled.
A white figure flashed by.
Real Madrid’s number four slid in front of the goal, sending the ball to the baseline in a barely-there save, crashing heavily into the right post, making a loud noise.
Ramos, who collided with the post, curled up in the goal, trying to alleviate the pain.
The referee blew the final whistle of the match.
Beep,
Beep,
Beep—
"It’s over, the match is over!"
"4:4, Real Madrid have held onto the advantage from the first leg, let us congratulate Real Madrid for reaching the final once again after a gap of four years."
"Ramos destroyed Kaka’s would-be lethal goal in the final moments. After being suspended by the Royal Spanish Football Federation for a whole six months, Capello still chose Ramos to start in the Champions League, and he didn’t betray Capello’s trust. Ramos’s last-minute clearance was worth its weight in gold; the young player, who transferred for 27 million Euros, proved his worth for every penny Real Madrid spent on him!"
"Ramos pushed the medics away, it looks like he wants to celebrate with his teammates... no, he pushed his teammates away and walked towards the stands."
Ramos limped to the South Stand.
With his side aching, Ramos gave a thumbs up, just as Huang Kaiwen had done when he was sent off with a red card.
He shouted to the stands with all his might, "Everything’s on me!"
The pain from his ribs twisted his smile.
Up in the stands, Huang Kaiwen raised both his hands, smiling.
The thumbs of both hands stood tall, pointing to the night sky of Madrid.
...
Capello appeared at the post-match press conference.
Having successfully endured a three-match suspension, Capello showed a rare smile on his face.
Seeing Capello’s expression, Ancelotti felt even worse.
He decided to contact a world-class physics laboratory during the holiday—clearly the Polytechnic University of Milan wasn’t sufficient, which had allowed that crafty scoundrel Capello to succeed.
"Fabio, tell us about your feelings."
"Mr. Capello," The Sun newspaper "claims that the actions you learned from Chinese movies, can you tell us the meaning behind them?"
"Carlo, not making it to the UEFA Champions League final for the third consecutive year, do you have anything to say?"
"Did you know that Ramos would perform well, which is why you insisted on using him in the Champions League after his long suspension?"
Ancelotti raised his eyebrows and said angrily, "I have nothing to say. Real Madrid have made it this far entirely because of Kevin. Without Kevin, they wouldn’t have made it to the final. We have other important matters, and we will focus on the league and Coppa Italia now. Here, I want to wish Kevin luck in advance, hoping he can win the UEFA Champions League again."
Capello sneered.
That fatso Ancelotti was jealous of him.
He should make that fatso even more annoyed!
Smiling, Capello pulled the microphone closer and said, "I’m feeling very well, every coach would be happy to make it to the UEFA Champions League final. As for the inspiration I got from Chinese dramas, I don’t want to reveal it, because some things are beyond your understanding even if told. Everyone in this world has their own aims when doing things, and of course, I have mine too. Football is far more complex than you imagine."
"And Ramos? Why did you insist on letting Ramos start, and is today’s success in reaching the final thanks to Kevin?"
asked the reporter.
"Sergio is not a bad guy..."
As the words left his mouth, Capello felt a sense of familiarity.
Capello coughed twice and continued, "Sergio is a good lad, full of passion for football. He’s the kind of person who won’t stop until the very last second, and today’s match proved my point, Sergio was outstanding. Youth is never a problem, there are many young talents on the field, including the Kevin you mentioned. Kevin started his professional career at 21, but that doesn’t mean an 18-year-old Kevin couldn’t win a championship. I am very willing to give these talented youngsters a chance.
As for making it to the UEFA Champions League final, it was the effort of the whole team. Undeniably, without Kevin, we absolutely wouldn’t have made it this far!"
Ancelotti watched Capello’s smiling face and left the room furiously, deciding to go back and push the development of the No. 7 machine.
...
After the match, Ramos insisted on not going to the hospital.
Huang Kaiwen could only invite the doctor over to the house.
After the examination, it was found that Ramos didn’t have any serious problems, just some bruises, and a few days of rest would see him back on the field. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
It won’t affect Ramos playing in the UEFA Champions League final.
"Sergio, want to watch the evening show together?"
Huang Kaiwen asked from the sofa.
"Forget it, Kevin, I’m a bit tired today,"
said Ramos, "I’m going to rest in the guest room."
Huang Kaiwen watched the TV for a while, felt bored, and went back to the master bedroom to sleep.
As Huang Kaiwen fell into a deep sleep,
the news of Real Madrid facing Manchester United in the final was fermenting, with editors from major media outlets working busily.
At three in the morning, Huang Kaiwen was awakened.
It took him a while to see clearly his butler Albert in front of him.
Yawning, Huang Kaiwen asked, "Is there an emergency?"
The old butler, knowing his lifestyle, wouldn’t disturb his sleep unless it was urgent.
"Yes, Master, Ramos and Neo have caught the serial killer."
said Albert.
Huang Kaiwen’s mind jolted awake instantly.
He had the Golden Prison Award; he and his friends and family were not supposed to become the targets of criminals, so how could they end up connected to a serial murderer?
