A resounding chant still echoed through the Olympic Stadium.
"We never steal championships, and we will never be relegated to Serie B!"
Inter wouldn't be relegated to Serie B, but right now, they truly needed a hero to help them seize the championship.
Ronaldo stood at the center circle once again. The sun was setting, its light bathing the entire pitch.
Ronaldo looked down, testing the turf with his boots, then turned his head to look up at the high stands.
He knew Chen Yu was watching him from the private box.
Taking a deep breath, Ronaldo charged forward.
Time flew by.
THUD! With a muffled groan, Ronaldo tumbled and slammed hard onto the ground, even getting a mouthful of grass.
Fortunately, the whistle blew.
The referee rushed over, pulled out a card, and pointed to the spot on the ground—all in one smooth motion.
A yellow card and a free kick.
Nesta, who had brought Ronaldo down, didn't argue. He had earned that card.
