The Barnsley players on the field were hugging in celebration, while the fans in the stands cheered wildly, but the Chelsea players seemed dazed, their expressions either blank or despondent.
And in front of the monitor, Candy was also dumbfounded, the Goryeo attendant looked confused; however, he wasn't despondent at all but rather sprang up as if there were springs under his butt, his face full of disbelief.
"Impossible! This is impossible!" he yelled, "A weak team that's nothing to sneeze at, to draw with Chelsea is already a miracle, how could they possibly win?
Han Country Swine, you must have cheated!"
Xiao Ming's eyes narrowed, but Candy stood up before him and said sternly, "Sir, may I ask if you are accusing the casino?"
The Korean suddenly became flustered, "No, no, no, I... what I mean is... I mean I don't accept! I want to bet against him again!"
Candy looked at Xiao Ming, "Sir, such a request is extremely impolite; you have every right to refuse."
