Without these great white souls, the Santiago Bernabéu is no more than an ordinary football stadium.
But there are countless stars, each of them a world-class superstar, and even the always low-key Ronaldo has appeared here.
Ronaldo, who is just eighteen years old, is the top talent in the United States, the youngest gold medalist in football in the world, and a favorite to win the World Cup.
He has a very high popularity, is one of the most popular male stars in the world for girls, and is also the only bachelor in the world who has no gossip girlfriends.
The handsome teenager was standing in front of his seat at the moment, his eyes falling on the screen in front of him, watching the game in the stadium.
"They've been fighting for three minutes!"
'It's their last chance and if they concede that goal again, they're going to be knocked out and they're going to be chased away by the referee, which is the worst outcome.'
"Don't be nervous, they're just out of luck."
"You know what? In fact, they are already making their last sprint, only a few seconds away, as long as they can break through the last layer of defensive net, they can win the game! "
Next to Ronaldo sat two teenagers in tracksuits, both of whom were fans.
After hearing the other party's explanation, Ronaldo frowned slightly, his brows locked, as if he was worried, but did not respond to the other party's question.
That's when the game was over.
The referee blew the whistle and the game was declared over.
"Whew... It's finally over..."
