The small room of just over twenty square meters was packed with people.
Dida stood at the doorway, perhaps out of professional habit.
By the bed, Ramos and Inzaghi were squeezed together, unwilling to give an inch, their physical confrontation more intense than the just-ended game.
A vacuum zone formed around the two, as nobody wanted to get injured by them, making the room look even more crowded.
The younger and fitter Ramos had the upper hand.
Clutching the bedside table, Inzaghi resisted forcefully, his handsome face turning red.
Cassano was eager to try, but fortunately, Raul quickly grabbed Cassano's arm, or else things might have been even livelier.
Kaka managed to find a spot to place the fruits and flowers, and asked, "Is your injury serious, Kevin?"
"No big deal, I'll recover in a little over a week."
Kevin, lying on the young miss's lap, said with a smile.
Seeing Kaka, the young miss sat up a bit straighter, and Kevin couldn't even see her face now.
