Standing at the window, Florentino cursed loudly.
The players from both teams returned to the tunnel, and he felt a bit better when he saw the large banners unfurled in the stands at the Bernabéu.
So many Champions League trophies displayed there; Real Madrid is truly the most special club.
But in the next second, he noticed another banner slowly rising in the southern stand, showing Huang Kaiwen hugging the figures of number 7 and number 14.
"Damn it, didn't the security check the banners? How could Bernabéu allow banners for the opponent, damn it, they're paid by Real Madrid. Tell those security guards they're fired, and that mascot too, how can he greet the opponent? He's fired too, damn, Raul was chatting and laughing with the opponent when he came out, he's fired too, hurry and find a team for him, preferably one without even the Champions League, let him retire in the United States or Middle East..."
Sierra took the phone away from his ear.
