At this moment, standing on the Olympic Stadium in Rome, Ranocchia felt unprecedented tension.
He clearly had over 300 Serie A matches worth of experience.
But at this moment, standing on a field he had visited countless times, looking at the cheering Roma fans, Ranocchia's mood was like a rookie soldier, just seventeen or eighteen, his palms even sweating from nerves.
He couldn't help but recall his debut career in Paris, remembering his youthful times.
"Andrei, you can do it!" Ranocchia silently cheered himself on in his heart.
Especially when he saw Tang Long standing in the center circle, turning his head to glance at him, the two seemed to have no connection, these two friends, these brothers who had known each other for ten years, at this moment everything was unspoken.
Charge!
