After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 780 - 0285 Art is a Bus (Subscribe Requested)_2

Dudek trained hard, but Casillas was just too stable, so he didn’t get much of a chance.

Plus, due to the language barrier, the Polish Dudek could only communicate with a few of his teammates.

English wasn’t widely used within Real Madrid, and those who spoke it played upfront.

Initially, McManaman and Beckham had Salgado to look after them, but now Salgado had faded from the main lineup, and no defenders could communicate with Dudek.

"That Mourinho really has guts to speak his mind."

Ramos complained.

This morning, he had seen Mourinho claiming he could stop Huang Kaiwen.

Ramos was very annoyed now.

"I think so too, he’s doomed today," Cassano nodded, agreeing.

Huang Kaiwen, however, was thinking about something else.

Normally, Mourinho would have been fired by now,

but now Mourinho had coached for a longer period than usual at Chelsea, and Capello had also coached Real Madrid for almost an additional season. The common denominator was that both teams had hired Dr. Meiselmann.

Could it be that Dr. Meiselmann somehow promoted a coach’s stability in their position?

Does hiring Dr. Meiselmann mean that the team’s coach could stabilize their position?

It seems metaphysical, yet it makes a lot of sense.

Maybe he’ll send him over to Arsenal in a few years.

It could keep the professor at Arsenal for a while longer.

"Kevin, I bought this this morning; do you want to give it a try?"

Sneijder handed over a scratch card as he spoke.

Robben rolled his eyes.

Internally swearing at the sycophant. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Huang Kaiwen laughed as he took it and scratched it off, revealing a second-place prize pattern.

"Lucky you, Kevin, you’re the luckiest person I’ve ever seen!"

Sneijder exclaimed.

"Let’s use this money to celebrate after we win the game,"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Looking at the full 100 [Expectation Value], he chose to draw a prize.

[Ding, you have won the 1989-1990 Toyota Cup, Medellin National vs AC Milan, Rene Ikita single match experience card]

This was the fourth time Huang Kaiwen had drawn a goalkeeper.

The chance of drawing a goalkeeper was very small.

Today, it had presented him with a mad goalkeeper, and Huang Kaiwen looked at Dudek.

Capello, who had been watching Huang Kaiwen closely, lit up at once.

Kevin was still Kevin, he always personally reclaimed what he had lost!

"Kevin, are you thinking about playing as goalkeeper?"

Capello asked.

As his words fell, the locker room went silent.

"Ah, I’ve been thinking about it a bit,"

Huang Kaiwen nodded as he answered.

Dudek stopped the work in his hands.

His mentality was great now, earning a salary at Real Madrid and even getting medals; it didn’t bother him whether he played or not.

"Do we have Kevin’s jersey prepared?"

Capello asked.

Goalkeepers wear different colored jerseys to make it easier for the referee to monitor the penalty area, as goalkeepers have more privileges within it.

The sizes of the protective gear and gloves also differ.

"Yes, of course we do!"

Galbiati nodded, adding, "After Kevin became a goalkeeper, I already spoke to the manager about it and had him prepare two sets of Kevin’s goalkeeping gear."

"Then that’s settled. Today Kevin will be the goalkeeper..."

Capello looked around the locker room.

With Huang Kaiwen in goal, it would free up a starting position.

Several attackers were eager to get a chance in this game.

Higuain saw Capello looking at him and displayed a hopeful gaze.

If he could start today, he was willing to let go of the matter from the last game.

Capello looked at Higuain and said, "Sneijder, you’re starting today!"

Higuain silently bowed his head, regretting not having swung a jack at Capello’s head just now.

"Alright, that’s the plan; I’ll go to the press conference now,"

Bernabeu press room.

Capello wore a dark blue cashmere coat with a blue shirt and red tie underneath, accessorized with gradient blue glasses, ensuring his style was on point.

Mourinho wore a black suit with a white shirt, a more common combination.

But in terms of looks, Mourinho was quite a bit more appealing than Capello.

His defiant gaze easily linked this handsome young manager with the madman depicted in the newspapers.

Among today’s top football coaches, only Wenger could compare to Mourinho in terms of demeanor.

"Jose, how do you plan to target Kevin today? Will you have your players mark him closely or tackle more?"

"Can your players really stop Kevin, Jose?"

Both questions from the journalists were directed at Mourinho.

Jose is the Portuguese pronunciation, while Jose in Spanish is pronounced ’Ho-say.’ In Portuguese, the ’J’ in Jose is pronounced like the ’J’ in English, whereas in Spanish, the ’J’ is pronounced like ’H’ in ’Henry,’ hence ’Ho-say.’

This distinction lets you tell where the journalists are from.

"Mr. Mourinho, this is your first encounter with Kevin; can you share your thoughts?"

"Fabio, when will Casillas recover from his injury, and is Dudek starting today?"

"Mr. Capello, according to insiders, your relationship with Cassano has not yet eased; is that true?"

Mourinho spoke up first, "I never talk about things that haven’t happened, but we all know Real Madrid won’t always win. In fact, they have lost to several smaller teams. I saw the news about Kevin’s recovery, but no matter who plays, we will strive for victory. I don’t adjust my tactics based on the opponent’s lineup; that’s not my style."

Capello’s face broke into a mocking smile.

He had never seen a coach who didn’t target Kevin, and Mourinho would certainly be no exception.

But what could Mourinho do today, even if he targeted Kevin? Was he going to let someone harass Kevin inside the Real Madrid penalty area?