Extra: National Honor-Go Easy (Please Subscribe)

"Feels like they're playing pretty poorly today."

Inzaghi stood with his arms folded, watching the pitch.

Though he was a terrible coach, he could still tell at a glance what the game looked like.

"It's complicated. You wouldn't understand even if I explained it."

Ramos said.

"Tch." Inzaghi rolled his eyes. "What wouldn't I understand? Good thing those betting companies already blacklisted me, or I'd be losing my shirt today."

Saving face in a friendly was perfectly normal.

Tacitly fixing a match in a major tournament was what was truly disgusting.

Italy had taken the fall for it in 2004. Sweden and Denmark passed the ball around for an entire 2-2 match, and Italy got screwed over.

A Jiu had still been one of the national team's forwards back then.

Ramos glanced at Inzaghi, surprised that he was so clear-headed.

But the guy was still wrong about one thing.

Anyone with half a brain knew that if Saudi Arabia was paying for a friendly, the China National Team couldn't treat it like a World Cup final.

They had to give their financial backers some face, at least.

If he was still dreaming of a double-digit scoreline, then he deserved to jump off a building.

"Why are there boos at the stadium?"

Inzaghi asked.

After all, most of the home crowd were Chinese, and the foreigners had come to watch Huang Kaiwen and his family play.

"Those little Koreans, that's why."

Ramos saying "little Koreans" in Italian sounded rather comical, but Inzaghi understood perfectly well.

After knowing Huang Kaiwen for so many years, he was very familiar with this sort of thing. Besides, he knew some Chinese himself, especially those three words, which he could say particularly fluently.

"What happened?"

"Apparently, ancient China called foreigners something like yi, which more or