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393: Cousin, I’m out now (please subscribe) 393: Cousin, I’m out now (please subscribe) After kickoff, the referee blew the whistle at midfield.

Cardinal Asier Laty and his gunn stayed in place to guard the Vatican’s treasures.

Capello took the lead in heading back to the locker room.

Clang,

Capello pushed the door into the locker room and anxiously asked, “How is Kevin?”

“Hearing impaired, I’ve checked, the eardrum isn’t perforated, it should be due to the impact on his head,” said team doctor Colarolo.

“Temporary or permanent?”

Capello asked, gripping Colarolo’s hand.

“Hearing impairnt caused by brain injury is generally permanent,”

Colarolo said sowhat uneasily, “It’s best to have Kevin go to the hospital for treatnt now, I’m not very skilled with neurology and brain issues.”

Kevin almost couldn’t help but flip the middle finger directly.

This was the team doctor who by accident injected into Ronaldo’s artery.

Even if you’re damn good at it, he wouldn’t dare let you touch his head, the Yellow Ball King doesn’t want to beco Artificial Vegetable No.

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“Fuck!”

Capello kicked a soccer shoe on the ground and said, “Kevin, I’ll have them take you to the hospital now.”

“It’s nothing, I can hold on.”

Kevin said with a smile.

Raul and several players ca in and heard Kevin’s words, Raul persuaded, “If you need to go to the hospital, you should go, we will win the victory.”

“It’s fine, I’ll call the doctor to go to my house after the match.”

Kevin replied.

He walked to his locker to grab his phone and sent a ssage.

Seeing Kevin insist, Raul didn’t persuade further.

ssiah picked up a slice of pizza and put it in his mouth, asking unclearly, “Kevin, want so?”

“Give a slice.”

“Here.”

“Why is it so noisy outside?”

Kevin asked.

Raúl Bravo, standing by the door, looked back and shouted, “Fuck, they’re fighting!”

Kevin quickly got up and rushed forward.

Seeing Kevin’s stance, Capello and Raul guarded him from the left and the right, what if he got hit again once out there?

As soon as Kevin stepped out, he saw Guti, Ramos, and Cassano at the forefront, clashing with the Barça players.

Puyol, protected by his teammates, looked very disheveled.

Huang, realizing he couldn’t charge in, simply threw the pizza in his mouth their way, hitting Puyol right on the mark.

“The referee’s coming!!!”

Soone shouted.

Players from both sides scattered like birds, instantly running back to the locker room.

“If the referee hadn’t co, we would have shown them today,” Guti said indignantly.

“Fuck, I took quite a few hits out front,” Cassano said, sitting on the bench grandly.

Ramos walked up to Kevin with a smile and said, “I gave him a couple of kicks just now, vented for you.”

Kevin gave a thumbs up.

Looking at this,

Holy shit.

The Yellow Ball King truly deserves to be the most popular guy in the locker room.

Three blondes went to war with the Barça players in the tunnel because he, Huang, was fouled.

Ramos just made an enemy of his teammates on the national team.

For the sake of harmony in the Spanish National Team, Kevin felt he should give so advice.

Huang Kai stood in the middle of the locker room and said, “Fighting won’t solve the problem; you’ve all heard about my current temporary hearing loss.

Whether it can get better in the future is unknown, but how can this trivial matter compare to the derby?

I will try to hold on for the entire match.”

Upon hearing this, Ramos leaped up from the bench and exclaid, “Kevin is injured and still persists, how can we not win and do him justice?

Today we must make Barcelona pay in blood!”

Kevin: …

What kind of ferocious words are these?

Put Ramos in a costu with a sword, and he could play in “Ga of Thrones” with no problem.

Capello seed to agree with Ramos’s words, clapping his hands and saying, “It seems you all have the spirit, so show it in the second half.

Secure the victory early, so Kevin can go to the hospital for a checkup with peace of mind.”

Seeing his teammates’ righteous indignation,

Kevin felt again how truly popular he was.

As the halfti break ended, Captain Raul rose to his feet, calling out, “Hala Madrid!”

“Hala Madrid!!!”

…

“Both teams have returned to the field.”

“As the first half was drawing to a close, Kevin was carried out on a stretcher, but now it seems he can still hold on.”

“Puyol’s elbow hit Kevin squarely on the head, resulting in a yellow card for Puyol.

Is that punishnt a bit too light?

And I didn’t expect Kevin could return to the field; let’s hope there’s nothing serious.”

Gerard, who had been pleased for a mont, looked towards the Wizard Carlin.

What’s happening?

Wasn’t it said that putting him in the fridge would solve the problem?

How could he get up and co back after being carried out?

The Wizard Carlin raised his chin and gave two virtual points toward Real Madrid’s coaching bench.

Gerard turned his head to look, catching sight of the Cardinal sitting upright and the reliquary placed next to him.

Fuck!

Gerard held his temple, his face showing clear annoyance.

Barcelona kicked off and passed back.

They were the team with the strongest organization in the backfield.

With Xavi and Iniesta stepping up, Barcelona’s midfield strength had already broken through the skies.

Xavi, with the ball, ran forward, having already observed the passing lanes.

Robinho went to challenge; Xavi elegantly dribbled with his right foot, gliding past him, and made a direct pass to find Iniesta.

Iniesta, facing two n on receiving the ball, twisted and passed back to Xavi.

Xavi, pressured by Erson, turned and dribbled back, passing to Puyol behind the midfield line.

Puyol sent a diagonal pass to the left flank; Silvinho started accelerating with the ball, as Barcelona’s whole formation pressed forward.

Silvinho, having run a few steps and thinking of switching play, encountered Ramos rushing up; Ramos raised his foot and blocked the ball.