After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 843 - 0299 Mulberry twigs with no leaves give rise to smoke from the earth, flutes and pipes welcome the dragon in front of the water temple (subscribe please)_2
"This conniving little man!"
Galbiati whispered in surprise. π³ππ²ππ πππ»πΌπ§π²π₯.πππ¦
Who wouldβve thought that the seemingly honest and straightforward Ancelotti had so many schemes under that exterior!
"Hmm, get ready in a while."
Capello covered his mouth and said, "After I observe the stars and open the altar, have them check the flags and positions."
"I, I understand, I will contact them."
Galbiati nodded earnestly.
As Capelloβs assistant, he had helped set up formations many times.
He had some understanding of Qimen Dunjia and the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams.
The position of the fans was arranged by him personally.
The reason for using fans and not club staff was because these fans were far more loyal to Real Madrid than the average players, staff, and coaches.
During the first half when Huang Kaiwen was injured.
Real Madrid fans formed a die-hard organizationβthe Kevin Club.
This secret society had never been made public since its inception and screened its members strictly.
Not only parents, brothers, sisters, and spouses, but even close friends in their social circles who supported other teams werenβt in their recruitment range.
It could be said that the fans here were the most loyal of the loyal, and every generation of their family had been Real Madrid fans.
Besides the 28 elders, after six months of evaluation, they only admitted eight more people.
They had their own principles, badges, and codes, meeting secretly every week. They shared the thoughts and trends of major fan organizations, exchanged intelligence about opponents, and discussed things like what banner to hang on the South Stand next related to the team.
As for these fans.
Galbiati and Capello had a great deal of trust in them.
Initially, they came proactively, demonstrating their influence in fan organizations and society along with their profiles. Even Capello acknowledged that even if he betrayed Real Madrid, no traitor would emerge from among these people.
With such an organization, whatever Capello wanted to do would be much more convenient.
"Milan, Milan, always support you..."
"Go Madrid! Go Madrid..."
Amidst the songs of supporters from both sides, the players of the two teams returned to the field.
The red and black stripes radiated passion under the somber tone, and the crown on the white jersey exuded nobility.
This competition, the strongest battle in the world of soccer, attracted more than 55 million viewers worldwide to watch it live.
In matches without Huang Kaiwenβs participation.
The 2006 France versus Portugal World Cup semifinal had an average audience of 27.2 million, the highest figure to date, and todayβs match directly exceeded that number by double!
This was after the start at 12 oβclock in Yanjing. The replay data would be even more impressive.
The teams switched sides and kicked off again.
Milan did not raise the pace immediately, choosing to slowly organize from their midfield and backfield.
Capello looked up at the sky of Moscow, observing the stars. The Ziwei star flickered, the third and seventh stars of the Big Dipper and Lu Cun, and Pojun shone brightly, making his heart tighten.
Ziwei belonged to the element of earth, Pojun to water, which was no matter.
But Lu Cun, which dominates wealth, belonged to the metal element, and wood overcomes earth.
Dammit, doesnβt this mean someone will overcome Kevin?
Capello looked at the Milan coaching bench, his lips curling into an involuntary smile.
That fat Ancelotti certainly harbored ill intentions.
Fortunately, Fabio Capello wasnβt idle either.
As long as he was there, the Emperor Star would never fall today!
"Tell them to open the altar!"
Capello said.
Galbiati immediately took out his mobile phone, editing a message and sending it out.
The stands raised the small flags of the Twenty-Eight Mansions.
Galbiati walked to the coaching bench, taking out Capelloβs self-made Heaven and Earth Wuji Cauldron from Capelloβs bag.
He lit three incense sticks and bowed three times.
Then he quietly made way.
Capello lifted his robe, taking out the βVermillion Bird Feather Fanβ from his back.
He stepped on the Yubu steps by the side of the field, chanting: "With a single word, a green sash flutters behind, Taoist robe water-joined with a silk girdle. Primordial Spirit appears, and the group of tortoises vanishes. Cutting generals, sealed as the Horned Wood Dragon. Nine-yang gauze covers the head, internal secrets surpass all. Subduing dragons and tigers is common, ordained as the Fight Wood Boar..."
The atmospheric pressure in the Moscow night was quietly dropping.
The anomaly in front of the Real Madrid coaching bench caught the attention of the Milan coaching team.
"Carlo, what is he doing?"
At the coaching bench, Tassotti turned and asked.
Capelloβs actions were clearly unusual.
"Hmph!"
Ancelotti raised his eyebrow and said, "Whatever heβs doing, it canβt be anything good. That cunning bastard Capello!"
On the field.
Kaka and Ibrahimovic exchanged wall passes in front of the penalty area, and Ibrahimovic sent a through ball.
Torres misaimed his shot, and Heinze shielded the ball from Ibrahimovic and ushered it out the goal line.
Torres could only shake his head and walk back, having missed this great opportunity.
The players on both sides were still in the probing stage early in the match.
Several attacks had been reserved, and neither side had any high-quality plays.
Ancelotti focused his attention on the Real Madrid coaching bench, staring at Capello.
As Capello finished his final action, he stood on the sidelines with his hands behind his back.
A raindrop fell from the sky, and without any forewarning, the rain poured down in sheets!
"Damn, I know, I finally know!"
Ancelotti slapped his thigh and cursed, "That despicable man, he is performing a rain dance! This bastard wants to use the rain to destroy our Hexagram formation, making it easier for him to target our players!"
"What? Oh! So thatβs it!"
Tassotti exclaimed, coming to a realization.
The sudden heavy rain had really startled him.
The power of a single human being to change the weatherβthat wasnβt something he could contend with.
But hearing Ancelotti say it was a rain dance, Tassotti instantly felt a wave of relief, and the awe in his heart diminished significantly.
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