"You might consider stealing the coach's car."
Ramos urged.
"Forget it, his car is hardly worth anything."
Inzaghi said disdainfully.
The professor's ride is a Jaguar XJ, priced at sixty thousand pounds.
But Inzaghi simply didn't care for it.
Cars are one of the things players boast about the most; in the parking lot of the elite clubs, you can find all sorts of cars. This unlimited supply of cars is too ordinary for Inzaghi.
Time reaches past 3 PM in London.
The television footage finally switches back to the London Stadium.
Huang Kaiwen enters the sports field.
The London Stadium erupts into a massive cheer.
"Saint Kevin!!!"
"Saint Kevin!!!"
"Saint Kevin!!!"
In comparison.
Bolt has become a side character.
The large screen at the London Stadium is playing a highlight reel of Huang Kaiwen's goals.
Bolt, preparing, shoves his fingers into his mouth in surprise.
No one can deny Huang Kaiwen's skills.
Moreover, Bolt is himself a fan of Huang Kaiwen.
