"You're fucking god!!!"
Cassano shouted as he rushed towards Huang Kaiwen.
Just as he was about to pounce on Huang Kaiwen, Ramos knocked him down.
Ramos reached Huang Kaiwen, knelt on one knee, lifted Huang Kaiwen's foot onto his leg, and wiped it with his hand.
Cassano unusually quiet.
After Ramos finished wiping the boots for Huang Kaiwen, he joined his teammates to crowd around.
Rooney, standing with his hands on his knees at the edge of the box, quietly watched as if it was meant to be.
With the Real Madrid players clustered around him, Huang Kaiwen had his back to him.
The number 10 on the white jersey seemed to have an amazing magic power.
Perhaps wearing the same number would bring him a bit closer to Huang Kaiwen.
He had always felt that Manchester United's number 7 was the most legendary.
But now, Rooney had finally made up his mind; after the game, he'd tell the coach he wanted the number 10 jersey!
"Boss, what do we do?"
Queiroz asked.
