Nesta made way.
Dida rushed up and kicked the ball hard toward the field.
Kevin had just run over to get the ball.
Then the referee blew the halftime whistle.
Kevin looked up.
There were still several seconds of injury time left.
He sighed.
And walked back with his teammates.
Ancelotti handed Kevin a towel, asking with concern, "Are you really okay? Should we substitute you in the second half?"
"I'm fine. You saw the kickoff just now."
Kevin said, smiling.
In any case,
Fat Ancelotti still cared a lot about him.
Ancelotti sighed with relief and said, "It seems the amulet really works. Indeed, when a Chinese is cursed, only a Chinese wizard can help."
Kevin: ...
Damn the Chinese 'wizard.'
That's called a Taoist.
And it's his "Immunity Card" that is awesome.
Not some 'amulet' being useful.
Watching Ancelotti go further and further down the path of mysticism.
Kevin didn't even know what to say anymore.
Speaking of which, it's shameful.