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Post-match press conference.

When Ramos arrived, South Korea National Team's head coach was bowing onstage.

Ramos, who had been about to go up, simply stopped where he was to watch the show.

Answering reporters' questions was nowhere near as interesting as watching the little Koreans bow.

Though he had been living in Italy all this time, he still vividly remembered Spain losing to South Korea.

He was more than happy to see Koreans humiliating themselves now.

Still, his brain could not quite process it. Wasn't this the Japanese specialty? How had the Koreans learned it too?

"The China National Team people are here, smecta!"

Ramos did not want to go over, but South Korea National Team's head coach wanted him to. Hong Myung-bo looked up and spotted Ramos, and as though he had seen his own father, he shouted in a raspy duck voice.

Almost instantly, every member of the media turned around.

Ramos could only squat down and pretend to tie his shoelaces before heading onto the stage.

"Sergio, why didn't Kevin attend the press conference?"

"The China National Team scored five goals in the final stretch today. Was that tactical, coincidence, or something else?"

"Since joining the China National Team coaching staff, how would you evaluate the Chinese players?"

"What is Inzaghi responsible for on the coaching staff?"

"Does George's mother not have Chinese ancestry?"

"Will your joining the China National Team coaching staff affect AC Milan's preparations?"

"..."

Seeing that no one was asking him questions, Hong Myung-bo breathed a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, he would have had to keep bowing.

Ramos directly pulled the microphone over and said, "Don't show off your little schemes here. Don't say things you shouldn't say to me. Don't think I can't find you, and don't think there's nothing I can