The car hit the wall, then you knew to turn;
The stocks rose, then you knew to buy;
Snot ran into your mouth, then you knew to wipe it away. Did you think it was yogurt?
Bartomeu paid the price for his conservatism.
Barça forever lost the chance to have a genius beyond compare.
Inside Inter's locker room.
Despite losing the match, Inter players didn't feel the slightest bit of dejection, instead, they were full of fighting spirit, with confident smiles on their faces.
2 to 4, losing to the recently crowned treble-winning Barça, this score is respectable; there's no shame, this match was worth it.
Tang Long quietly packed his luggage, sitting silently in the corner.
He knew it was time to leave.
Inter players would take the night flight back to Milan, while Tang Long was flying to Manchester.
From then on, they would go their separate ways, and meeting again, they would be rivals.
Tang Long stood up and hugged each of his Inter teammates.
