The Real Madrid players couldn't help looking at Sanchis.
Captain, what should they do?
Sanchis's face turned red.
He didn't even know what to say.
He had just said they wouldn't concede, only to be played like dogs.
What else was there to say?
Seeing Matracci's gesture, Sanchis suddenly had an idea and shouted, "Kid, what are you doing?"
Matracci copied Redondo and raised five fingers, though his gesture was even more flamboyant.
The Real Madrid players shifted their gazes.
Dejan Lu and Redondo, who understood Spanish, were the first to notice the Real Madrid players' reaction.
Redondo still wanted to step up and take them on.
Dejan Lu raised a hand, blocking his teammates behind him as he asked, "Can't take a loss and want to fight?"
The Real Madrid players halted.
Picking a fight was one thing. Being openly called out for it was another.
Besides, the cameras were right by the pitch.
If they threw the first punch, who knew how badly they would be mocked once they returned to Spain?
Real Madrid might have a few little brothers like Getafe.
But they had even more enemies. The Catalonians and Basques were their greatest enemies; because of history and politics, those conflicts were irreconcilable.
Their city rivals, Atletico Madrid, represented a class conflict.
Then there were other teams because of player transfers and clashes during matches.
Their style of football made it difficult for them to coexist peacefully with other teams.
Big challenges, ruthless contests, obnoxious mouths, decent strength, and a love of taunting—those were the standard traits of an unpopular team.
"Watch yourself, kid!"
Sanchis pointed at Matracci in warning, but he also held back his teammates.
They absolutely couldn't clash with the other side again today.
Matracci curled his lip indifferently and spat hard toward