Maha Inconceivable

"Both sets of players went over to check on the situation, but from the replay, Torres shouldn't have committed a foul."

"Yes, it looked like he tripped himself. But the referee awarded a free kick, which left Torres very unhappy. Huang Kaiwen went over to calm Torres down. Picking up a yellow card so early in the match wouldn't be good news."

Huang Kaiwen pulled Torres back with him.

Felix Brych explained, "I made the call based on Torres's movement, so I don't know whether it was right either. And I didn't give him a card, did I?"

"I understand."

Huang Kaiwen nodded.

He found it rather amusing.

Felix Brych's call definitely had something to do with the player's nationality.

But that mutt thought he was Turkish, not German. Brych had been making eyes at a blind man.

"That goldfish-eyed bastard looks like trouble."

Torres complained.

"Don't worry."

Huang Kaiwen patted Torres on the shoulder. "We'll teach him a lesson when we get the chance. No one gets to screw us over for free."

The match restarted again soon after kickoff.

Xabi Alonso stepped up and played a direct pass.

CR7 took the ball and immediately tried to drive forward.

At this point, CR7's dribbling ability had not yet declined to what it would become later. With his speed, explosiveness, and that body of solid muscle, ordinary players really could not handle him.

Ivan Rakitic went in, trying to squeeze CR7 toward the touchline, but CR7 accelerated and threw Rakitic off balance, sending him tumbling away on his own.

Seeing the danger, Ramos charged straight in and launched into a tackle, knocking the ball out of bounds.

"Ramos's tackling is still fierce. There's a lot of Nesta in his style of tackling."

"Right. I don't know if you noticed, but