After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 577 - 0237 Kevin-style Backcourt Offense (Subscribe Please)_4

"During that period, I often drank, so I can’t be certain."

Cassano said.

He was quite embarrassed.

It’s nothing to boast about being drunk every day.

"Alright, what matters is now."

Raul stood up and said, "There are 45 minutes left to decide who takes the championship, Manchester United targeted Kevin too much today, we should also step up our performance."

"I’ve already scored, what more do you want?"

Cassano grumbled.

As Capello just walked into the locker room, he glared and asked, "Kevin knew to defend that number seven, why didn’t you? Do you think you’re a bigger star than Kevin, or you play better?"

Cassano hung his head, not daring to speak.

But the finger he held up behind his back was still a defiant middle finger.

Capello walked to the center of the locker room and said, "I know many of you don’t like me... don’t rush to argue, I don’t care, because I’m not here to be your friend. As a coach, my responsibility is to tell you how to win the championship. We’ve already won La Liga, and today is the most important, the Champions League. The opponent also gave it their all; it’s not easy to win against Manchester United.

I don’t want to talk about trivial matters, but I have to tell you, winning the Champions League comes with a hefty bonus. This money could let Cassano lead a dissolute life for half of the season, you could use it to buy expensive handbags and cars for yourselves and your families, and spend it all in a few days.

I’m not cursing you, but there’s definitely someone among you who after retirement would become destitute for reasons like poor financial management or being scammed, and then when you’re drinking cheap whisky and reminiscing about a life more splendid than most, you’ll realize that winning the Champions League Trophy, defeating Manchester United, is the most glorious moment of your life!

The lights of the Athens Olympic Stadium are more worthwhile for you to remember than those of hotels and clubs.

So don’t fight for me, or for the girlfriends or wives who might leave you at any time. Go back on the field and win against Manchester United, and no matter if you’re poor or rich in the future, you can proudly say that you’ve won against Ferguson’s team in the Champions League final!"

"The coach is right."

Raul shouted, "Let’s go back on the field and win this for ourselves, Hala Madrid!"

"Hala Madrid!!!"

Seeing the players’ spirits lifted, Capello drew a simple formation on the tactical board and said, "Kevin is surrounded by too many defensive players, so we need you guys on the right wing to strengthen the attack and help alleviate Kevin’s pressure."

"Got it, coach!"

Ramos spoke up first.

"Alright, I got it." Cassano said listlessly.

"Raul, swap positions with Kevin more, they won’t be able to keep up and naturally won’t be able to guard against it."

"Yes, coach!"

Raul nodded and said.

"That’s about it, take a few minutes to relax, then go back and win everything."

Capello said.

Then he pushed the door and left.

He knew his presence in the locker room created pressure for the players; it was better to let them relax at this time.

"Hey."

Ramos called out to Marcelo.

"Are you calling for me?"

Marcelo pointed at his own face, puzzled.

"Yes, you."

Ramos nodded and said, "You had no presence in the first half as left back, you should push forward more and help Kevin with the pressure. Damn, if I were left footed I’d play on the left and work with Kevin, but you’re there and don’t make an impact!"

"I understand."

Marcelo nodded meekly.

His teammates were fiercer than one another; what could he do? They dared to slide tackle their own teammates during training, and Marcelo, who had only played a few matches for Real Madrid, did not dare to provoke them.

Marcelo knew his starting spot wasn’t due to outstanding performance but mainly because Carlos’s form declined, and Torres was too weak, getting to play in the Champions League final was all thanks to others making him look good.

...

In the Athens Olympic Stadium luxury box.

Lily Collins saw Huang Kaiwen entering the pitch and excitedly said, "Among so many players, Kevin stands out the most."

"So you spent an unforgettable birthday with him?"

The young lady teased with a laugh.

"Yes, ah... no, Kevin and I didn’t do anything."

Lily hurriedly waved her hands.

"You still dare to lie."

The young lady feigned anger, "Kevin already told me."

"Ah, how could he do that!"

Lily said with a pained expression, "I’m sorry, I was wrong..." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Doing something wrong deserves punishment!"

The young lady said, holding back a laugh.

"Alright, what punishment do you have in mind?"

"Give me your measurements, the clothes at today’s opening performance weren’t bad, I’ll have a few sets made for you."

The young lady said.

"Ah, what?"

Lily turned to ask, thinking she had heard wrong.

The young lady wrapped her arm around Lily’s waist and whispered in her ear, inciting an embarrassed Lily to give chase with her tiny fists raised.

Standing at the center circle waiting for the kickoff.

Rooney watched Huang Kaiwen carefully.

When Ronaldo was at Sporting Lisbon there was also Quaresma, and Rooney had been carrying the expectations of all of England since he debuted, almost like a protagonist suddenly emerging in a script.

Such a genius naturally had pride.

Even with Ronaldo, who was favored by the coach, Rooney did not think he was better than himself.

It wasn’t until Huang Kaiwen led Milan on a powerful charge.

Rooney finally understood, there really were players in the world far superior to him.

"Hey, the game’s starting!"

Giggs yelled.

Rooney hurriedly moved out to the left wing.

Giggs quickly ran to the left sideline.

The veterans of the Manchester United ’92 class all maintained good form.