After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1679 - 459: Mourinho’s Sacrifice

He wanted to blow the whistle for a foul, not hand out a card right at the start.

Toni Kroos glared at Mourinho while running back.

He had finally gotten into the starting lineup, and this guy wanted to get him carded.

Xabi Alonso quickly passed the ball to the left, and Ramos immediately slid in.

Ronaldo, rushing towards the ball, sidestepped at the last moment, avoiding a potential injury to his leg from the tackle.

"Throw-in, Ramos interrupted Real Madrid’s attack."

"Ramos usually operates at a higher position, which makes it convenient for him to defend against the opponent’s wingers. Today, he’s matched up against Ronaldo."

Back when Ronaldo was still active in European football,

commentators used to call him Little Ronaldo.

In recent years, they’ve started using his full name. Now that Ronaldo is back in Brazil, he’s simply referred to as Ronaldo.

Marcelo went up to take the throw-in, discovered that the Milan players were defending tightly, and opted to throw it back to his own half.

Pepe came up to receive the ball and immediately made a direct pass, finding the retreating Xabi Alonso. Alonso flicked it with his left foot, turned, and dribbled toward the right.

Kroos pressed up on him, and Alonso turned again, taking the ball back toward his own half.

Just past the halfway line, Xabi Alonso suddenly flicked with his left foot, half-turned, and sent a direct pass.

The ball quickly rolled to the middle, finding Ronaldo as Milan’s defense shifted this way.

Ramos prepared to press, but Ronaldo suddenly stopped, raised his right foot, and tapped the ball with the inside of his left foot to the oncoming Lampard.

Gattuso charged towards Lampard, who quickly passed the ball back to the middle.

Di Maria raised his left foot to shoot, and the ball flew between the Milan players and ended up in the stands.

Mourinho regretfully waved his hand.

Such a long shot only made him frustrated.

Sigh.

Real Madrid wasn’t just lacking in defense; their attack was also weaker compared to the Chelsea he managed.

If it were Kevin, this would have been a goal!

Guardiola rushed to the sideline, frantically clapping his hands and shouted: "Get your act together! How could you let them shoot from so far out? Pay attention, everyone, pay attention!"

Guardiola was anxiously rubbing his forehead.

The season had only just begun, and Milan was already looking a bit fatigued.

The biggest issue was the summer World Cup.

Whether it was Kaka and others’ injuries or the current state of the team, it was all affected by the World Cup.

Even if the players’ spirits were high, they couldn’t shake off the physical exhaustion.

Despite his attention to the players’ physical condition, injuries still surged in September.

The most ridiculous were Kaladze and Jankulovski.

Both got injured without even playing in the World Cup, leaving him unable to send them off or buy a left-back, so when Zambrotta got injured, he had to rely on Antonini.

A few minutes later, Real Madrid earned a corner kick, and as players scrambled in the penalty area, the ball was headed out.

Just as Xabi Alonso received the ball and started running forward, Gattuso knocked him down from behind.

Beep—

The whistle blew.

Players from both sides quickly gathered around.

"I didn’t put much force into that one."

Gattuso quickly explained.

Huang Kaiwen almost couldn’t hold back his laughter at trying to speak up.

Gattuso’s defense was all about chaos; often, he would tumble around himself, but he’d get up quickly and stick to his opponent closely.

This time, Gattuso was practically hanging onto Alonso and still said such a thing.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t have the thick skin to tell lies.

"Penalty, it’s a penalty!"

Lampard shouted, jumping around at the side.

"Idiot, he fell before reaching the penalty area."

Toni Kroos said, "If you don’t need your eyes, just dig them out!"

The referee sensed the tension rising and decisively pointed inside the arc, saying: "Free kick, there’s nothing else to say. If you’re not satisfied, I can card you!"

Indeed, the players from both sides quieted down.

Lampard pointed at Kroos, signaling for him to watch out.

Kroos glanced over, saw that the referee wasn’t paying attention, and gave a thumbs down, nearly enraging Lampard.

He was Real Madrid’s number eight, the main player for the world’s best club.

And the kid who had been kicked out of Bayern was belittling him?

Lampard glared at Kroos, deciding to hit him hard at the next opportunity.

With the past English football attitude, even forwards had a special knack for tackling.

If you wanted to retaliate without getting carded, you’d have to work on this technique.

"Watch out, his free kicks are pretty good."

Huang Kaiwen reminded.

Telling the teammates forming the wall not to make mistakes.

Ronaldo’s free kicks were still quite formidable at this point, declining only after his knee injury.

This kind of power relied heavily on knee strength.

"Why don’t you come and form the wall?"

Pirlo shouted at Huang Kaiwen.

"I need to be ready for a counterattack; surely you’re not faster than me?"

Huang Kaiwen asked with a smile.

Ronaldo’s shot speed was incredibly fast.

Even at this close range, if the Yellow Ball King used the Immunity Card, it would still hurt to be hit.

Such matters shouldn’t be shared with teammates to prevent them from being afraid to block Ronaldo’s shots.

Torres looked at Huang Kaiwen, feeling a sense of camaraderie.

Buffon became uncharacteristically serious, constantly adjusting his footwork in front of the goal.

"Di Maria is also standing by the ball, but it’s likely Ronaldo will take it."

"Run-up, Ronaldo!!! The ball is in! It went through the gap between Ibrahimovic and Kroos, straight to the bottom right corner. This shot also had a noticeable dip; Ronaldo is a master of the falling leaf shot, and his free kick skills are outstanding!"