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Chapter 421 Halftime: Chaos erupts in the surface's first locker room.

During halftime, the players returned to the locker room.

But the atmosphere in the audience did not cool down; on the contrary, it became even more enthusiastic.

Led by the Hamburg team president, everyone clapped and sang "Old John's Song".

Old John stood directly in front of the stands, like an experienced conductor, directing everyone with all his might.

His nephew, Luis, who also serves as a cashier at the burger joint, team operations director, and financial director, was pushing a cart through the fan tunnel, the cart covered with the team's black jerseys.

Without him even having to shout, the jerseys were immediately snapped up by everyone, and all 50 were gone in an instant.

Everyone expressed their desire to buy it.

The bettor looked at his 10:1 betting slip, then glanced at the 3:0 score on the scoreboard, and excitedly dialed his wife's number.

"Honey, I think we might have a chance to make a fortune."

The wife on the other end of the phone said irritably, "A man who would throw away a whole month's salary shouldn't say things like that. I'm already being kind by not divorcing you. Do you know how long it took me to convince myself I still love you? Three days!"

"Let me explain. It's about that bet money. Hamburg is 3-0 against Royals. There's really hope!"

“我看到新闻了，确实很了不起，但是3：0和10:1的差距不是一星半点，你等到7:1的时候再给我打电话吧！”

Many people couldn't wait to share their viewing experience on social media.

[The other teams from the Royal Cosmos Towers came to play in my hometown, and I was incredibly excited. What excited me even more was that our hometown small-town team was leading 3-0 at halftime. I've been a Hamburg fan since I was a child, and I'm truly proud of that.]

The accompanying photo shows him wearing a Hamburger SV jersey he just bought, with a blue Royals jersey faintly visible below the collar.

The halftime report of this match caused a huge uproar online.

Countless football commentators immediately started broadcasting to analyze the match. They originally thought it was just a predictable and rubbish game, but they never expected to see the world's number one team fail against a small-town semi-professional team.

This made them all regret not broadcasting the match earlier.

More than the result of the match, the process of the game went viral online.

The iconic scenes of the goalkeeper with the black spring, Shark's mad dog sprint, the second young master carrying the ball and dribbling past the defense, Coutinho kneeling down for the ball, Manelli's dive, and Uru being beaten and kowtowing to Shark have spread like wildfire online.

People created memes to mock the Royal Team, who were riding the wave of popularity.

The anti-fans released videos to smear the Royal team as if it were New Year's Day.

"The Royal team only achieved this result by bribing FIFA and referees. The total value of this team is not worth more than a billion. Manelli is not a football king. He is a product of artificial star creation and is only worth 3000 million."

The presidents of the other teams in the Royal Cosmic Tower were so angry that their eyebrows almost stood on end, looking at the countless negative news articles on the tablet.

He angrily dialed the number of the Royal team's head coach, slamming his finger on the screen so hard that each slam made a loud noise.

The call connected, and he yelled angrily, "What the hell are you guys doing? Why are you acting like a bunch of idiots! Why don't you trash just die!"

"Grandpa, why did you suddenly scold me? Waaah~" A little girl's delicate crying voice came from the other end of the phone.

He looked at his phone and realized that he had been so angry that he had accidentally dialed the wrong number and called his 6-year-old granddaughter.

He quickly said in a sweet voice, "Mia, Grandpa was wrong. Grandpa wasn't scolding you. Grandpa dialed the wrong number. Mia is the best little darling. Mwah mwah mwah."

The assistants were surprised to see that the usually serious chairman, who was known as "Master," had such a gentle and even charming side.

He wanted to laugh, but he tried his best to keep his mouth from bursting out laughing.

A rough, elderly woman's voice came from the other end of the chairman's phone: "You old beast, are you out of your mind? Calling all of a sudden to berate your granddaughter, why don't you just die? You old hag!" *Beep*

The phone hangs up.

The chairman wanted to crush his phone: "It's all these useless idiots' fault!"

He dialed the number again, and after confirming that it was correct, he immediately yelled, "Can't you just play football properly! You even lose to a team like this? Have you no shame? They paid for you to play your full starting lineup, not for you to throw your full starting lineup away!"

The head coach was so badly scolded that he had to turn on speakerphone so everyone could suffer the ordeal together.

After a two-minute-long string of French swear words, the call finally ended.

An eerie silence fell over the entire locker room.

Everyone sat in their seats with their heads down, as if someone had died.

Only Pineapple Head inappropriately handed the head coach a water glass.

The coach slammed the water cup on the ground with a loud "smack," like a slap in the face to everyone.

"We played terribly in the first half!"

"Manelli, I'm asking you, why are you so good at falling? The data shows you fell 18 times. Explain this to me, are your legs weak?"

Manelli said aggrievedly, "As soon as I passed that Asian man, I felt a force pulling on my calf, and then I couldn't control myself and almost fell down."

Uru and Kudo echoed each other, saying they felt the same way.

When they made their save error for the second goal and when they headed down to their opponent, they both felt something gripping them from under their feet.

"Coach, there's definitely something wrong with the grass here. How could the ball, hurtling towards the goal, stop on its own on the goal line?"

The coach said, "I've already reported the issue with the turf to the referee team, and they will inspect it. Now, let's talk about the performance on the field!"

Suddenly, everyone had a lot more complaints.

"Coach, these guys are inhuman. Their pre-match data analysis is completely wrong."

"The report didn't mention that they have a four-legged monster that runs like Usain Bolt and can even catch balls with its mouth."

"Didn't the report say that the goalkeeper couldn't even dive to make a save, and that he could even shoot through an old man's goal?"

As this was said, everyone looked at Manelli, who had taken 13 shots in the match but scored 0 goals.

Manelli widened his eyes and argued, "Why are you looking at me? Can't you see how weird this guy is? He can still make saves while hanging from the beam, his movements defy gravity, what can I do?"

"And that midfielder, the report said his ball control was very rough, but this guy's every pass is insanely accurate, and he's impossible to intercept."

He Ping sat in the corner, silently watching everything. He adjusted his posture to face the center of the discussion, making sure he could record everyone's discussion.

The more the strongest team on earth fears Li Ji and his team, the more valuable their final act of turning the tide will be.

The head coach raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"These are all unforeseen events. We'll make preparations accordingly. We have contingency plans for players with exceptional physical attributes. As for that midfielder, there's no need to worry. Those few touches of the ball, I think, had a lot of luck involved."

Romani, standing nearby, exclaimed excitedly, "It's not just luck, meow!"

He Ping, the Water Man, felt a chill run down his spine: "Meow?"

(End of this chapter)