Tang Long, Shaqiri, Santon and other teammates in the front rushed into his embrace.
The tall captain Ranocchia embraced them all like a group of children with his arms.
When his deep blue eyes appeared on the two huge screens of the São Paulo stadium.
The male fans in the audience were dead silent!
Scored again? Thud, thud, got another one, it's over!
Only the few female fans on-site let out fangirl screams...
Icardi glanced sideways at Ranocchia's handsome profile on the big screen.
Swallowed hard!
His heart felt sour.
It wasn't that he was jealous of the captain for being more handsome than him.
It's just...
The center backs are scoring during open play!
The center backs!
Ranocchia sprinted all the way from the backfield to the opponent's penalty area, launching a violent header!
And him, the star forward, the top scorer!
Was left to sit idly on the bench.
At this moment, Icardi's thirst for a goal was itching all over his body like an urge.
