After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 93 - 0091 Both commanders are preparing tactics (asking for first subscription)
Chapter 93: 0091 Both commanders are preparing tactics (asking for first subscription)
A small game.
Inzaghi lost quite a bit.
He started off losing 10,000.
balls passed.
Inzaghi missed 6, and Huang Kaiwen blocked 12.
He didn’t score a single one!
More than money, Inzaghi lost face.
Milan’s players and coaches were also shaken.
They didn’t expect Huang Kaiwen to be so fierce at blocking penalties.
Although it’s more difficult to score from twelve yards into a smaller goal, after so many shots, Inzaghi should have been on form and scored quite a few.
But the result was a real eye-opener for them.
Huang Kaiwen blocked so many.
This kind of exaggerated penalty success rate.
Made the coaching team remember a legendary goalkeeper’s name.
"If there’s a penalty shoot-out, should we let Kevin guard the goal?" joked the assistant coach.
"Whether Kevin guards the goal or not I don’t know, but Filippo probably won’t get the chance to take penalties."
Ancelotti said, massaging his head.
A professional forward versus an amateur goalie and this success rate is really hard to justify.
If there really was a penalty shoot-out.
He’d eliminate Inzaghi from it first thing.
Slap,
Ancelotti smacked his own head.
Just now he was so caught up in watching the spectacle that he forgot to announce the starting lineup.
He should have announced it yesterday, but he forgot.
Thinking to announce it this morning, he got distracted by Huang Kaiwen again.
Ancelotti hurriedly stood up and said, "You all don’t seem in a hurry, no one even noticed that I haven’t announced the starting lineup."
"Boss, you forgot, didn’t you?"
Inzaghi called out loudly, having regained his spirits.
Ancelotti laughed and retorted: "Filippo, do you not want to start anymore?"
"No way, boss, you can’t retaliate as a coach," Inzaghi wailed.
A burst of laughter rippled through the bus.
Huang Kaiwen also laughed at Inzaghi’s expense.
But as he laughed, he realized something was off.
The night in Istanbul was the king of comebacks.
He had watched that match no less than 5 times in full, and he had seen the highlights hundreds of times on football shows and the internet.
Inzaghi definitely didn’t start in that match!
He clearly remembered, the three goals for Milan.
Maldini scored one; the other two were by Crespo.
Huang Kaiwen’s heart skipped a beat.
For the UEFA Champions League final, Inzaghi must have been just recovered from an injury and in poor form.
But now looking at Inzaghi bouncing around, there was nothing wrong with him at all.
Huang Kaiwen was stupefied.
What the hell, this is a mess!
Huang Kaiwen could only pray that today’s starters would be Inzaghi and Crespo.
"...Shevchenko, Inzaghi."
But as Fat Ancelotti spoke, Huang Kaiwen’s last bit of hope vanished.
Crespo wasn’t playing.
Two goals less.
Wouldn’t the leading score at half-time turn into 1:0?
Although Huang Kaiwen understood it wasn’t so simple to convert directly since changing one person didn’t mean Inzaghi would have no impact at all.
But an Inzaghi with unknown performance.
And a Crespo destined to perform well, the latter was certainly more reliable.
Now he couldn’t tell Fat Ancelotti not to play Inzaghi.
He surely couldn’t say he knew Crespo would score twice.
All the way to the stadium, Huang Kaiwen was deep in thought.
The classic comeback night in Istanbul wouldn’t just disappear due to his, Huang’s, butterfly effect, right?
Drawing the goalkeeper position.
Inzaghi starting over Crespo.
This was indeed looking like a hellish start.
And the trouble was just beginning.
As Milan’s bus entered the city.
Local fans began to attack the bus.
The atmosphere inside the bus grew tense.
Clearly, it was the side effect of the trip to Rome. (Don’t overemphasize the religious conflict, cut over a thousand words)
When the bus stopped at the Atatürk Olympic Stadium.
Milan’s players rushed from the back door into the stadium.
Huang Kaiwen was the first to bolt, pulling Kaka inside with him.
He remembered too well the fate that met Manchester United and Leeds United in Istanbul.
Now their situation wouldn’t be much better than those two Premier League teams.
Ancelotti’s expression was just as grim.
But he stood up, uncharacteristically forceful, and said, "Today’s experiences are far from pleasant. I’ve seen your fear and anger; my heart is also filled with negative emotions."
"But the worse the situation, the more we should maintain our anger and keep our cool within it, take the calm anger onto the field, and let that fuel us to unleash even greater power."
"Brave people don’t flinch because they know they are on the side of justice. Today, clearly we are the just side. Milan, must win!!!"
However, the effect wasn’t great.
Huang Kaiwen took a glance, stood up too, and said, "Believe that good will be rewarded with good, believe that evil will be punished. Hold firm to your faith and you will achieve everything. Today the locals chose to support Liverpool, standing against us, but truth often lies in the hands of the few. Our cause is just and noble, the meaning of this match has transcended the ordinary, don’t just think about fear, also think about the joy that will come with winning the game, the hope that victory brings. The fans, the families, those who love us and the ones we love, they definitely don’t want us to fall like this, so we must fight. Today, fight for love!"
Maldini and Kaka stood up almost at the same time.
Then came a thunderous roar.
Maldini raised his arm and shouted: "Fight for love, Milan must win!"
"For our families!"
"Milan must win!"
"Must win!"
The atmosphere in the locker room was rising.
Everyone started changing into their gear.
Ancelotti also left to attend the pre-match press conference.
Huang Kaiwen glanced at the champagne on the table and felt incredibly frustrated.
All he wanted was to defend the UEFA Champions League title, why was it so hard!
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At the press conference venue.
Ancelotti and Benitez exchanged glances, and anger surged up instantly.
If he didn’t lack a weapon in his hand.
He would have definitely gone up to crack that Spaniard’s head open.
Sitting in his seat.
It didn’t take long for the press conference venue to fill up with journalists from all over the world.
The UEFA Champions League final already had high interest that day.
Milan is a top-tier European powerhouse.
Liverpool, a fallen giant, making it back to the Champions League final against Milan was also quite a draw.
Adding the off-field elements.
This match attracted attention from all over the world.
At the start of the press conference.
Ancelotti aimed his opening salvo at Benitez: "Some people use unscrupulous methods to profit from football matches, bringing shame to the sport."
"On the football field, you never know what will happen," Benitez responded.
"Ha, using inexplicable means won’t change the outcome of victory, victory belongs to the strong, not to those who have more tricks," Ancelotti said in a firm tone.
The journalists saw a good show.
Before they even asked questions, the two coaches were already at loggerheads.
Didn’t they realize that this was more exciting than answering a few questions?
Benitez spoke earnestly, "Liverpool has made a lot of preparations for the final, the players have worked very hard, I have no idea what the opposing coach means, we have pushed forward with every step through strength, Liverpool does not accept any smears."
Seeing Benitez’s calm and collected demeanor.
Ancelotti couldn’t help but slam the table and rise to his feet, pointing at Benitez’s nose and cursing: "If you have the skills, rely on strength, why do you need a wizard?"
"What wizard?" Benitez responded with a facade of a smile: "I just invited a few friends to watch the final."
"You know what’s really going on."
Ancelotti stormed out of the press conference venue, fuming.
...
UEFA Champions League final venue.
They are chosen by UEFA in advance at the home team’s request.
Typically, the home team doesn’t make it to the final.
So it doesn’t matter which team is home or away.
Tickets are split into three parts.
Each of the two finalists gets a portion of the tickets, and a certain share is reserved for local fans.
Some seats are left vacant to ensure safety.
In history, only Real Madrid in the 1956-1957 season, Inter Milan in the 1964-1965 season, and Rome in the 1983-84 season played the UEFA Champions League final on their home ground.
Real Madrid defeated Florence.
Inter Milan defeated Benfica.
Both teams successfully lifted the trophy at home.
Rome, however, lost the final and has not won the Champions League to this day.
The team that defeated them was Liverpool.
One year after beating Rome, Liverpool appeared in the final again.
Then that final left endless pain for both Liverpool and Juventus.
English teams were also banned from European competitions for five years.
Last time at Heysel Stadium, the locals supported Juventus.
This time, the wheel of fortune had turned.
The locals chose Liverpool.
Even during the warm-ups, Atatürk Olympic Stadium was already colored in Liverpool red.
Every touch of the ball by their players drew thunderous cheers.
...
"National TV!"
"What we’re looking at now is Atatürk Olympic Stadium, with 20 minutes to go before this season’s UEFA Champions League final kicks off right here."
"Both sets of players are warming up, they’re ready for the match."
"The camera is on Huang Kaiwen, hey, Huang Kaiwen doesn’t seem quite right."
"Coach Zhang, looking at Huang Kaiwen’s moves, they’re much worse than usual. Does he have an injury?"
"I can’t be sure about that, but today Huang Kaiwen is playing very strangely. It might also be that he’s just casually kicking the ball during the warm-up; we’ll have to see what’s actually happening during the match."
"Ancelotti is getting up, let’s see what he is doing?"
Seeing Huang Kaiwen’s performance on the field.
Ancelotti’s face was looking very ugly.
Had that damnable Spanish fatso gotten his way after all?
Before, when playing against Juventus, Kevin performed like a god descended to Earth.
There’s no reason he can’t today.
It must be that fatso’s doing!
Ancelotti turned around and dumped the contents of his bag at his feet.
The broadcast gave a close-up shot.
Good God.
A bag of insect specimens, some very suspicious powder, dried strange plants, a book with a Latin cover, crosses and other statues, a big bag of salt with a very conspicuous brand name, and a large bottle of water with unknown components.
With the help of an assistant coach.
Ancelotti began scattering those powders along the sideline.
He was also murmuring something under his breath.
"Carlo, look."
Ancelotti looked up and immediately widened his eyes.
Because, he saw a jar in Benitez’s hand.
It actually contained two toads!
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