After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 88 - 0086 007’s Thunderball (Vote for Monthly Tickets and Recommendations)
Chapter 88: 0086 007’s Thunderball (Vote for Monthly Tickets and Recommendations)
The data analyst’s words left the meeting room in silence.
Even the previously recognized "King of Football" had his own weaknesses.
And now a hexagon warrior had appeared, what were they to do?
Football is not a one-man sport.
But the decisive influence of star players on a game is still very strong.
Kaka was already enough of a headache.
And now there was Kevin, who was far stronger than Kaka.
Even if two people were to mark him closely, it was another matter whether they could stop him.
More importantly, if they really used two players to defend, then Liverpool would be at a great disadvantage.
The exchange was one for one, not two for one.
Benitez felt a headache coming on.
He asked subconsciously, "Wasn’t it said that Kevin is under a curse, where is that wizard?"
Swish—
Everyone turned to look at Benitez.
Not that no one had thought of this method, but using witchcraft in Europe was a risk of great unseemliness, just look at what had become of Inter Milan.
Benitez also realized that he had misspoken.
He was Spanish, and Spain is a Catholic country.
But in such a moment, he could only brazen it out.
When you do something bad,
Dragging everyone down with you, then you’re not afraid of someone leaking it.
"Isn’t the best method now just to find that wizard?" Benitez said, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Rafa, that wizard is dead."
Another silence filled the meeting room.
When the meeting was over,
the fitness coach Johnstone found Benitez and said, "Rafa, I have a friend who might help you."
"Really?"
"He’s quite powerful."
"That’s great, give me his number."
After Benitez saw the fitness coach off, the goalkeeping coach Philip came to say, "Rafa, I have a friend..."
...
"Bastards!"
"How dare he, how dare he do this?"
Ancelotti was thunderous in his coaching office.
The furnishings in the office were reduced to shards.
The artful craft pieces had turned to pieces, and among the rubbish on the floor, there was an issue of The Sun newspaper that was very conspicuous.
The headline was: Rafael Benitez seeks help from a wizard.
The Sun newspaper not only disclosed in detail the meeting between Benitez and the wizard, but also explicitly pointed out that Benitez had sought the wizard specifically for Huang Kaiwen.
Even the specific amount of the bounty had been disclosed.
That’s why Ancelotti was so furious.
Only matters concerning Huang Kaiwen could make him lose his composure like this.
After venting his anger,
Ancelotti sat down in front of the computer.
He extended the index fingers of his left hand and right hand and started tapping the keyboard, entering The Sun newspaper’s official website.
There, prominently displayed, was a photo of Benitez and J.K. Rowling meeting.
Bang—
Ancelotti slammed his fist onto the keyboard and cursed, "Damn heretic."
When the assistant coach came in, Ancelotti was still sitting in front of the computer, fuming.
"Carlo, calm down a bit."
"How can I calm down?" Ancelotti pointed at the photo on the computer screen and shouted, "He’s actually gone to meet that wizard’s mother."
"Carlo, J.K. Rowling is called ’the Mother of Wizards’ because she wrote Harry Potter, not because she bore one. My daughter grew up reading her books," the assistant coach said speechlessly.
"There must be a reason she is called the Mother of Wizards!"
Ancelotti huffed.
"Carlo, fiction is just imaginary, a world created by writers, you can’t take it seriously. Even if Benitez sought her help, it wouldn’t do any good; otherwise, shouldn’t we be looking to destroy the One Ring now?"
The assistant coach said with a laugh.
"She must know wizards to write so much about them; otherwise, why can’t I write a book like Harry Potter? It’s because I haven’t seen wizards, I don’t know all those things about wizards!" Ancelotti glared at the assistant coach and said furiously, "That woman doesn’t look like a good person at a glance, she will definitely introduce Benitez to a wizard, maybe she is a wizard herself, some kind of trickery, no, I absolutely can’t just sit by and do nothing."
The assistant coach: ...
Ancelotti pushed the assistant coach aside and rushed out of the office.
The place Ancelotti went to was not just any place—it was the COO’s office in Milan.
Barbara had been promoted from a public relations office clerk to the Chief Operating Officer of Milan, mainly because of her exceptional abilities, which made her stand out and get promoted at an unprecedented speed.
Bang—
The office door was violently pushed open.
The young lady frowned and looked at the team coach standing before her.
He had no sense of decorum.
Maybe it’s time to pack him and Inzaghi off.
"What time is it, and you can still sit here."
Ancelotti charged up to the desk and yelled at Barbara.
"What are you talking about, Mr. Ancelotti?" the young lady asked with furrowed brows.
"Damn it, they’ve hired a wizard!"
Ancelotti slammed his hand on the desk and said, "Benitez has hired a wizard to deal with Kevin!"
Barbara stood up with a start.
She had already forgotten Ancelotti’s rude behavior.
Her pretty face twisted as she yelled, "How dare he do such a thing?"
"But he did!"
Ancelotti continued, "Now we need to find some way to fight back."
The young lady, pacing where she stood, suddenly calmed down and said to Ancelotti, "I understand, go back first, I will think of a way to handle this."
"Go back? How can I go back when I can’t calm down at all right now!"
Ancelotti kept shouting.
"Mr. Ancelotti, please go back, leave this to me,"
the now composed young lady said with a stern face.
Only then did Ancelotti remember that the woman in front of him was the precious daughter of the boss.
He huffed indignantly and left resentfully.
The young lady sat back down in her chair.
All the witches they had hired had returned to Africa, and the key point was they hadn’t made any difference.
Kevin was still injured.
The curse had not been lifted.
Her Kevin was already pitiable enough, and that damned Benitez even dared to target Kevin with a wizard.
Barbara clenched her fists.
Her nails were already digging into her flesh, but she was oblivious.
Her hatred for Benitez had reached a certain level.
If Benitez appeared before her, Barbara would not hesitate to take him out.
Sitting there, she pondered for a while.
The young lady suddenly had a stroke of genius.
If those from Africa were of no use,
what about those from Europe?
Most parts of Europe are still Catholic territory.
Shouldn’t they do something about it?
Thinking this, the young lady took out her phone and dialed.
"Mr. Borromeo, this is Barbara Berlusconi. We are experiencing some issues... Yes, it’s about Kevin... Please convey my message, I need to see the Pope."
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