After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 778 - 0284 Maldini’s Victory Law (Subscribe Please)_4

[In the Spring 2015 tournament, the first match saw your Lee Sin deal 4396 damage and getting mocked, as the season had just begun, the outside world was pessimistic about WE’s future, and some people on social media were telling you to go home and take care of your kids. Following that, you strongly recovered, sweeping the LPL with Cristian Maldini as a dual-core jungler and mid-laner. Cristian Maldini thought he could successfully get his revenge, but Milan’s performance was poor. You returned to Milan in the summer as a player-coach and couldn’t catch up with S5, where Cristian Maldini once again lost to FAKER in the S5 finals.]

[A hard-learned lesson finally made Cristian Maldini realize one thing: one must rely on oneself!]

[At your suggestion, WE recruited several outstanding players and rejected all Korean support to avoid being outplayed. WE rose strongly again. In the S tournament, with a mindset bent on revenge, Cristian Maldini went on a rampage in America. In the finals, Cristian Maldini met FAKER again, and before the match, he publicly kissed his girlfriend. This time, he performed exceptionally, leading his teammates to a clean 3:0 victory over SKT1. After clinching the championship, Cristian Maldini kissed his girlfriend in front of millions of live viewers. The out-of-sorts FAKER, seeing the woman in Cristian Maldini’s arms, turned deathly pale with tears swirling in his eyes, tremblingly uttering a name—En Jing.]

After watching it,

Huang Kaiwen didn’t know what to say.

Ah, at least thinking is a good thing, not sure who the kid learned it from. Ma’s eldest has always been smart!

The next morning, Huang Kaiwen remembered the news.

During breakfast, he asked someone to find the past two days’ newspapers.

In the latest issue of "Marca," which published the Royal Spanish Football Federation’s announcement, it stated, "After our repeated review, combined with the main referee and the principal penalty kick taker Ramos’s description, we determined that the goal in the Real Madrid versus Sevilla match was scored by Kevin with his head, so in that match, Kevin scored 5 goals, and Ramos’ free kick was an assist for Kevin, not a direct free kick goal."

"They canceled your goal!"

Huang Kaiwen said.

Ramos, who was having breakfast with him, said with a smile, "That’s normal, it wasn’t my goal anyway."

"Sergio..."

"That goal really wasn’t mine."

Ramos said.

"Alright."

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said.

At the time, he felt that he hadn’t touched the ball, and the Yellow Ball King didn’t care about that one goal.

But the attitude of his good brother Ramos touched him.

Huang Kaiwen thought that when he had some time, he should go into some investments with Ramos.

Otherwise, this guy might eventually lose all the money he earned from playing soccer.

"World Sports News" by Cruyff column: "Mourinho again displayed his fickleness, and he even said he thought of a way to cope with Kevin. I think he said that because he saw Kevin got injured in the league. That guy likes to talk big. He has achieved some success, but he is still far behind coaches like Ancelotti and Ferguson in terms of the number of trophies, yet he talks as if he is the best coach in the world. Someone should tell him—humility is also a virtue."

Cruyff and Mourinho’s verbal sparring continued for several years.

Both were quick to blast each other whenever they got the chance.

Mourinho’s time at Barca was unpleasant, and there are many stories about his experiences there.

Basically, they all suggest that Mourinho was slighted at that time, which hurt his pride, so he became so hostile towards Barca.

Huang Kaiwen isn’t an involved party, so without full knowledge, it’s hard for him to comment on that situation.

But indeed, Mourinho and Cruyff are quite entertaining.

The previous day’s "Milan Sports Newspaper": "Kevin’s injury-caused goalkeeping error is bad news for Real Madrid. Without Kevin, Capello’s team lacks ways to break through dense defenses, and Mourinho is very skilled at defending. The match at Bernabeu is going to be a dull and boring game."

Huang Kaiwen flipped the page again.

Aside from his injury and the goal attribution, the mainstream newspapers all talked about Mourinho and Cruyff.

Real Madrid and Chelsea were set to play a match, and Capello hardly spoke, but Mourinho and Cruyff were very fiery, looking at their statements, one might think Cruyff was the coach of Real Madrid.

After eating, Ramos drove Huang Kaiwen to training.

Reporters caught him going to Valdebebas.

Huang Kaiwen switched channels repeatedly but couldn’t find any news about his recovery on TV.

If he couldn’t find it, so be it.

Huang Kaiwen and Ramos watched the UEFA Champions League together.

Manchester United defeated Fenerbahce 2-0, Barca narrowly won against Schalke 04 with a single goal. As expected, both teams had practically secured their places in the semi-finals since their opponents were not very strong.

After watching the games, both went to bed early.

Tomorrow was a match day for Real Madrid.

After some light recovery training in the morning after arriving at the team facility, Capello gathered the whole team in the tactical room.

Whether you like Mourinho or not, no coach who faces Chelsea dares to underestimate this team.

"Today will be a tough battle."

Capello directly said, "So we might need to employ more tactics. Robben, you start today, try to break through as much as possible to draw fouls. Kevin will take the set pieces to break their bus. Got it?"

"Understood, coach!"

Robben nodded.

He didn’t particularly like this tactical arrangement, but being in the starting lineup was good enough; he couldn’t ask for more.

"Good, the defenders recovering is also very important, this is good news for us."

Capello, rarely smiling, said, "As long as you guys pass more to Kevin, I believe victory will still be ours."

"Our tactics haven’t changed, no matter what, it’s still ’pass to Kevin’."

Cassano muttered.

"Antonio Cassano!"

Capello shouted, banging on the table.

Even if you know, you shouldn’t say it out loud.

Shouldn’t they pass to Kevin, allowing him to flourish like Ancelotti?

Look at Milan’s players, none of them have Kevin’s terrifying scoring efficiency.

Capello thought Ancelotti, that fatso, hadn’t fully tapped into Huang Kaiwen’s potential; his tactics were indeed the most correct.

The only issue was that this strategy sounded a bit crude when spoken aloud.

Cassano shrank his neck and quickly shut up.

He didn’t want to go back to Team B again.

Now, the teammates from Team B still invited him out to play occasionally; having been demoted twice, he had built a good rapport with those guys.

If demoted again, he really might become the Team B top scorer.

After a nap, the entire Real Madrid team left for Bernabeu nearly two hours early.

Normally, nothing much happens in Madrid, but they needed to allow plenty of time.

Real Madrid’s bus hadn’t even left the parking lot when an incident occurred.

Bang—

After a loud noise, the bus tilted slightly.

Real Madrid’s bus had a tire blowout!