After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 842 - 0299 Mulberry twigs bare of leaves sprout smoke from the earth; flute sounds welcome the dragon before the water temple (subscribe please)

Milan dressing room.

After the players returned to the dressing room, the previous laughter was gone.

The score of 2:1 wasn’t too exaggerated.

A single goal is never safe, and often the trailing team can make a comeback.

But it also depends on which team you are facing and who their players are.

As the Milan players who know Huang Kaiwen the best, they all felt it was tough.

In times of difficulty, turn to the captain.

Ancelotti looked at Maldini.

Maldini:...

Maldini reluctantly stood up, walked to the center of the dressing room, and said, "Today’s match is not that simple. We all know that a Real Madrid with Kevin is hard to deal with. But we must fight, only through fighting do we have any hope, without fighting there’s no chance at all. In Italy, under unfavorable conditions, they managed to win the championship. Our situation is better than the Italy team back then, right?"

Kaka silently lowered his head.

He was already prepared to accept the silver medal.

Today’s match was mainly to show Kevin his progress over the last two years.

Maldini’s words did not change the atmosphere in the dressing room.

A minute of silence, no one else stood up.

Ibrahimovic, who could hardly wait, directly walked to the center of the dressing room.

For the first time doing this in the Milan dressing room, the king of boasting was a bit nervous.

At 27 years old, being a relatively young starter at AC Milan, he hadn’t contributed much to the team yet.

He opened his mouth and said, "I, I’m not here to say goodbye, don’t overthink..."

Everyone let out a kind laugh.

Ibrahimovic felt it was okay, and he continued energetically, "We have joined the team one after another, we have the best attacking line in Europe, but we are behind. I know I haven’t been at Milan for long, but I’ve seen and heard of many Milan miracles. If even a winger can save four penalties, why can’t we overturn Kevin’s team? Please, when it ends, let’s celebrate like champions, because by then it won’t just be Milan belonging to AC Milan, it will be Italy belonging to AC Milan, Europe belonging to AC Milan."

After saying that, Ibrahimovic flipped over the table.

His passionate speech and body language ignited the dressing room.

Milan players stood up and roared.

"Milan, champions!"

"Milan, champions!"

"Milan, champions!"

Nesta leaned on Maldini, joking, "Our new captain has arrived, give him the armband."

"Zlatan is not bad, you are a bit better, but Kevin is the best."

Maldini said softly.

He was playing on a pun with Manchester United’s George Best’s name; the original phrase was "Pele good, Maradona better, George best."

"Maybe, one day Kevin will come back and wear the captain’s armband." Nesta nodded.

Ancelotti watched his passionate players with satisfaction and quietly opened the dressing room door, wanting to go out for a smoke.

He opened the door and saw Capello standing not far from the opposite dressing room door.

After thinking for a moment, Ancelotti took the initiative to greet him.

"What a coincidence, Fabio."

Ancelotti said.

"Yeah, Carlo."

Capello nodded and said again, "What you saw today is actually a kind of ornament, its purpose is to ward off evil. If you know a bit about Chinese culture, you would understand what I mean."

"No need to explain, what it is doesn’t matter."

Ancelotti waved his hand and raised an eyebrow, saying, "I think the problems in European football are getting bigger. Many people like to use a combination of witchcraft and tactics, which is clearly not normal."

"Yes, I think so too."

Capello adjusted his glasses with his middle finger and said, "In each match, I need to worry about the opponents targeting my players. That bastard Rijkaard hired a wizard who was caught, and it’s said there’s a huge evil organization behind that wizard who has rescued him in secret."

"So I figured out a way to protect my players. After all, football is more dangerous now than it was in my days."

Ancelotti raised an eyebrow with a smile.

Clearly very confident in his research.

"What a coincidence, I did the same, protecting Kevin isn’t easy."

Capello said with a sarcastic smile.

As long as Ancelotti didn’t destroy that broken radar, today’s match wouldn’t be that simple.

"Let’s make a pact then, no off-field tricks against each other’s players, let the game return to the pitch."

Ancelotti reached out his hand and said.

Capello also extended his hand, shaking Ancelotti’s hand and said, "Okay, I hope the match can be pure."

The two men exchanged smiles, and Ancelotti even offered Capello a light for his cigarette.

In their youth, the media and social atmosphere were like this.

Not just men, women smoking was also linked to being sexy and fashionable.

Capello’s smoking habit wasn’t as big as Ancelotti’s, but he would smoke with Laura at home.

Even knowing smoking is harmful to health, he didn’t care.

Without Laura, the world held no meaning for him.

The two talked about their teams, as if there was no rift between them.

One cigarette later.

Both teams’ players walked out of the dressing room, and the two coaches immediately separated to join their own players.

Galbiati walked up to Capello and curiously asked, "How did you end up talking with him?"

He knew very well the rift between Capello and Ancelotti.

Back when Ancelotti was on the bench, he was Capello’s assistant.

"Nothing much."

Capello shook his head and said, "That bastard wanted to confuse me and play some off-field tricks."