Chapter 753: Chapter 753

Doni, stationed at the near post, stretched out his arm sideways and blocked the ball before Huang Kaiwen could head it.

Raul swung his left foot, intending to shoot directly, but Cissinho hurriedly slid in and deflected the ball out for a corner.

"Another corner kick, let’s see the opportunity this time."

"Heh, this scene feels familiar, doesn’t it? Real Madrid found their chance in the first leg with two consecutive corners, scoring one. Roma must be careful."

"He takes a running start... The ball goes to the far post, Huang Kaiwen!!! The ball’s in, Huang Kaiwen heads it in to open the scoring. They shouldn’t have let that happen, Roma fell for his diversionary move last time, and this time he did the same, feigning a move towards the goal from inside the small box, then suddenly breaking away to the edge of the area to head the goal."

"Playing as a defensive midfielder, he’s not only Real Madrid’s stabilizer but also their opener!"

"His performance on both offense and defense reminds me of Gullit—versatile, excellent on both fronts! He can fall back to intercept and disrupt counterattacks with sliding tackles, and push forward with nimble positioning to score with his head. Right now, in terms of versatility, Huang Kaiwen is undoubtedly number one in the football world!"

Spalletti gave his assistant coach a look.

The assistant coach quietly slipped his hand into his pocket and felt for his phone.

Expertly unlocking it without looking, using the joystick with two deft movements to the left to enter messages, he blind-typed two words and then sent the message.

Such tasks had to be carried out with the utmost caution.

Thankfully, with a button keyboard, one could send messages blindly with either some proficiency or prior rehearsal.

The advantage of this was that it would absolutely not be caught on camera.

In the home fans’ stand.

Francesco Rossi, who followed the Roma team to Bernabeu, felt the vibration but was too focused to even glance at his phone, knowing it was time to act.

Since the SIM card was new, purchased specifically for contacting Spalletti.

Spalletti had offered him tickets for the away fans’ stand, but Rossi thought it would be easier to blend in at the home fans’ stand, and after Spalletti agreed, he provided him with a ticket at the back of the home fans’ stand.

Today, anyone with a backpack was a target for the fan organization.

As Rossi reached into his bag, he had already caught the attention of Real Madrid’s fan group.

Rossi took out a new wooden figurine and the previously rusted knife.

The watching Meringues exchanged glances, identifying him as their target.

A skinny Real Madrid fan asked in a low voice.

The scar at the edge of his eye gave him a fierce look.

"Wait a bit, let’s watch some more."

The nearby Real Madrid fan suggested.

When Rossi attached a photo onto the figurine.

The Meringues sprang into action.

A few of them rushed towards Rossi.

The young Francesco Rossi was petrified with fear, his dropped possessions catching the nearby fans’ attention, yet he remained unresponsive.

Hearing the Real Madrid fans about to beat him up, Rossi, who had one-eighth Spanish blood, hastily shouted in the Spanish language he’d learned from his grandfather, "I’m one of you, I’m one of you, look at the photo—it’s Spalletti. I feared he might harm Kevin, so I wanted to take action against him."

The skinny fan bent down to pick up the photo, saw it was indeed Spalletti, and pushed off the Real Madrid fans on top of Rossi, saying, "The kid’s telling the truth."

"Sorry about that, buddy!"

A Real Madrid fan weighing over 250 pounds reached out to help Rossi up, saying apologetically.

Rossi, clutching his ribs, said, "Don’t blame yourselves, there are too many bad guys out to get Kevin these days, I understand."

"You’re a good sport, hang out with us after the match, I’ll buy you a drink."

The hefty fan said with a hearty laugh.

"I’ve got some things to do, so I’ll have to pass."

Rossi said with a forced smile.

The hefty fan’s voice through his nose inquired, "You’re still mad, aren’t you?"

"No, no, let’s all go then."

Rossi nodded hesitantly.

The scarred skinny fan wrapped an arm around Rossi’s shoulder, smiling as he said, "I’m Carlos Piles, this is Ugo, we all call him ’Bomb.’"

Rossi looked at the hefty man; he truly resembled a human bomb.

"Sorry about today, don’t turn down an invitation to celebrate with us."

Rossi agreed with a nod.

The next second, he asked back, "How do you know we need to celebrate today?"

"With Kevin on our side, how can we not win?" Carlos Piles asked with a smile.

Even his smile looked intimidating.

The sharp nose on his gaunt face, deep-set eyes, and the scar near his eye gave him a somber look, altering his entire aura.

Rossi was sure this Carlos was not someone engaged in any respectable business.

The dampness between his legs was uncomfortable, but he still forced a smile, not daring to upset Carlos Piles.

On the pitch, Roma mounted an attack, and Huang Kaiwen sprinted nearly 40 meters to confront De Rossi, cleanly tackling the ball away as De Rossi turned to shield it, thwarting Roma’s counter once more.

The nearby Meringues shouted frantically.

Carlos Piles, looking puzzled, asked Rossi, "Why aren’t you happy?"

Rossi silently rolled his eyes, thinking to himself that he was a devout Roma fan; there was nothing to be happy about.

But he didn’t dare say that, so he could only force a laugh and say, "I—I’m too excited, just couldn’t keep up with everyone."

"That’s perfect, it’s time to sing the team anthem now."

Carlos Piles said with a grin, "Join in, sing loud, let those Romans see what we’re made of."

Francesco Rossi, who had been a staunch Roma supporter from the moment he learned to read, stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the Meringues, singing the Real Madrid anthem loudly in the Bernabeu home stands.