Lampard looks with difficulty to the other side.
Fuck.
Those medics are taking the stretcher back.
He feels really bad now.
Although that kick landed on his butt.
But rushing out of the sideline unguarded pulled a muscle.
And his butt hurts a bit.
He doesn't know if his delicate skin was torn by the cleat.
Raul, standing at a distance, remembers the responsibility of the captain and hurries over to squat in front of Lampard asking: "How do you feel?"
"Substitute me."
Lampard says.
"Okay, I'll call the medic over."
Lampard waves to the sidelines, and Real Madrid's team doctor starts to prepare.
"Actually, everyone is here to help you."
Raul sighs and says.
Lampard widens his eyes; if he could get up, he'd definitely punch Raul.
You guys are fucking hitting me and saying it's to help me! Do you think I'm an idiot?
Raul shakes his head helplessly.
