Inzaghi was grinning foolishly while holding up his phone.
Ambrosini slapped him on the back of the neck and cursed jokingly, "Even if you're the brand ambassador, you don't need to report everything to us."
Inzaghi turned the phone volume up to max, and everyone crowded around the bonfire to listen to the draw.
"Real Madrid–Bayern Munich!"
With those two teams drawn, the remaining matchup was clear.
Milan's opponent in the semifinals would be Chelsea.
"I bet John is going to call us now!"
Ramos said with a wicked grin.
"Good, let's see just how strong this so‑called second‑best left winger in the world, Gareth, really is. Don't you get destroyed out there."
Huang Kaiwen reminded him.
"Relax, in the second leg I'll definitely show him what I can do. I just worry they won't last until the second leg."
Ramos said.
He would still be suspended for the first leg of the semifinal.
After listening to the draw, Inzaghi started clamoring for ghost stories again.
