"I can't be Samuel either, his nickname is 'Rock', the physical prowess he displays when positioning, I can't compare at all."
"And then there's Córdoba, you might not have seen him play, but that guy is practically a speed demon. His speed is terrifyingly fast, and I'm far behind."
At this point, Ranocchia paused, slowly stood up, and walked to the window of the room.
He gently pulled open the curtains, looking down from the 25th floor.
The sky was as clear as a wash, and the bright moonlight spilled over the ancient yet vibrant city of Munich, covering every building and street with a layer of silver gauze.
This beautiful night scene also seemed to symbolize that the players would head to the stadium under good weather tomorrow and engage in an intense battle.
"Ah, time flies by so quickly, it's been six years in the blink of an eye," Ranocchia murmured.
