With a dull sound, the football popped out, and the two of them fell to the ground, and neither of them stood up.

The referee's whistle sounded. Judging from his gesture, it was Roy Keane's foul. This penalty aroused dissatisfaction among Manchester United players. They believed that if two people collided with such a 55-point ball, how could they be punished for Manchester United's foul?

Liverpool players are also angry. Such a fierce impact is simply to murder Garcia! What are your Manchester United players protesting here?

The players of the two teams quickly flocked together and were about to do a big fight. The tension brought by the final spread from the first second of the game, and now it is almost Mars.

"Bastard! What are you going to do!" Liverpool's Riser pushed away the approaching Ronaldo, "Do you want to fight?"

"You fucking hit our people!" Ronaldo wanted to rush up and punch the nigger, but was hugged by Gerald.

"Push them away!"

"Evra, what are you going up there!"

"Damn it, calm down!"

"Look at our players, who is fouling?" Van Nestroy was protesting loudly to the referee. He pointed at Roy Keane, who was slowly turning over and sitting up.

The referee followed his eyes and then made a gesture to ask the stretcher to come on the court.

This "tough guy" was covering his eyes with his right hand, and red blood oozed out from it through his fingers. Louis Garcia was curled up weakly and handed it on, covering his head with his hands, with a painful expression.

It seems that both of them are seriously injured.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!" Ferguson walked around in annoyedly in front of the coach's seat. Team doctor Schwill had already run up with people, and there was a stretcher behind him. "Let them calm down! This is only twenty minutes! Damn it. It's not the first time that the finals have been played, why are they all like powder barrels, just a little bit?"

"Maybe it's because Roy was actually injured..." Queros whispered.

"Look at how he and Garcia performed, who seemed to be more seriously injured?" Ferguson pointed to the court and asked loudly.

Roy Keane sat on the ground, his head drooping, covering his bleeding wound with his hands, but nothing else was wrong. Louis Garcia curled up on the hand, as if he was still shaking - shock twitching?

God!

Both team doctors from Liverpool and Manchester United have rushed into the crowd. Their arrival has helped the already quarrel-ridden referee separate the players on both sides, temporarily calming their emotions - they both focused on the injured teammate Roy Keane was bleeding, while Louis Garcia had some concussion.

"This is a very, very fierce collision. Both sides seem to care about themselves and others. They only have football in their eyes..." The commentator's tone was not as excited as before. Now the situation of the two people is unknown, and it would be bad if there is an accident.

Schweil knelt in front of Kean. He pulled away his hand and blood dripped down his cheeks onto his clothes.

"Is it a headache to break a hole?" he asked.

"No." Keane replied in a deep voice, feeling gritting his teeth.

Just next to it, the Liverpool team doctor lay in front of Louis Garcia, stretched out three fingers, and shouted loudly: "Luis, what is this? What is this?"

"Three..." Garcia's faint voice came to Kean's ears, and he didn't care that Schweal was checking himself. He turned his head to look over. Liverpool's team doctor was slowly turning Garcia's body and let him lie flat. While turning over, Garcia saw Kean. The two looked at each other. Garcia muttered something and closed her eyes to rest. Kean didn't hear it clearly.

"He said, 'Man, your head is so hard'." Giggs squatted down and looked carefully at Keane's bleeding corners, "How do you feel, Roy?"

"No feeling."

"Your head is indeed very hard!" Giggs curled his lips.

"Okay, Ryan, don't get in the way of our work!" Schweil pushed Giggs away.

"I just showed my concern for our captain." Giggs shrugged and stood up, spread his arms and shouted to the other teammates: "Okay. He has nothing to do."

"Woo--"

Evra smiled.

Garcia was even simpler. Garcia, who had been lying flat on the ground for a while, recovered from the dizziness after the impact, and was no longer weak in speaking or acting. He slowly sat up and stood up again. He won warm applause and cheers from Liverpool fans in the stands.

Seeing the cheers that Garcia received after she stood up, Keane also suddenly stood up from the ground, shocking Schweil, who was checking him.

"Hey, Roy! What are you doing!"

"I'm fine."

"If you have something to do, you don't have to do it. I have to do it."

The two looked at each other for a moment.

"Doesn't your head really hurt?" Schweil asked.

"It doesn't hurt."

“Do you feel dizzy?”

"No."

Schweil stretched out a finger: "How many?"

"one."

“What is one plus one equal to?”

"two."

"What is two times two equal?"

"Four."

"Where are you now?"

"On the finals of the Champions League."

"Okay, Giggs is right, your head is really hard. But you still have to go down for me, stop the bleeding, change the jersey, and...super the wound."

Eight volunteers who were originally responsible for carrying stretchers had to drag the stretchers down in disappointment.

After detailed examination by the team doctor, Garcia continued to stay on the court. Keane, accompanied by Schweal, walked off the court and received further treatment.

Behind him, the referee had not forgotten to show him a yellow card to him who was fouled. His move "wind" tens of thousands of Manchester United fans booed him. Then he "wind" the booed him by the other half - he showed a yellow card to Riser, who pushed Giggs in the conflict.

Each played 50 rebounds, and the conflict was over. Liverpool took a free kick at the foul spot, while Keane walked to the sidelines for treatment by the team doctor.

"I won't give you anesthetics anymore, this will affect your performance later. It hurts a little bit. You can hold it down." After treating the blood on the wound, Schweal was about to suture the wound. He said to Keen, "Also, don't blink, it won't be easy for me to sew."

Keane stood obediently in front of Schweil, his eyes wide open, as if he was glaring at the Heavenly Lord, allowing Schweil's hands to fly above his eyes, and needles and threads were in and out of his eyes. His rough and angular face had no expression on his face. He neither frowned slightly because of the pain nor flickered because of fear. The rain gathered on his brows, forming water droplets, which seemed to be about to drip into his eyes. He still stared at the stadium without blinking. He looked at both sides of the game, staring blankly.

This scene was transmitted to the large screen and TV screen on the scene through the TV camera. Manchester United fans were excited. Although Liverpool is now suppressing Manchester United's play, they are cheering loudly:

"Kean Keen! You are the real Red Devil!"

"Captain, good!"
Chapter completed!