After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

In the morning.

Huang Kaiwen went to find Ancelotti.

The door was not closed.

The other party was holding a Latin manuscript.

Struggling to read it with a dictionary.

Ancelotti, wearing a pair of floral glasses, looked up.

Upon seeing Huang Kaiwen he immediately said, ”Kevin, you’ve come at just the right time.”

”Hmm?”

Seeing Ancelotti’s expression.

Huang Kaiwen got a bad feeling and took a step back.

”I found an exorcism ritual in the ancient texts, and I was just about to look for you.”

Just as expected!

The premonition came true.

Huang Kaiwen, however, stopped in his tracks.

Ah, it’s all the karma of his own doing.

Ancelotti excitedly opened his suitcase.

Of all the things he brought to Istanbul, his luggage was the heaviest.

Seeing those things, both familiar and unfamiliar, Huang Kaiwen felt overwhelmed.

”Hold on a moment, Kevin.”

Ancelotti drew the curtains, took out some powder of an unknown substance, and began to draw a Hexagram Magic Circle on the ground.

Huang Kaiwen’s scalp tingled.

In TV dramas, Zakon always met his demise like this.

Often summoning strange things.

Although it seemed unlikely.

But in such an environment, any normal person would be scared, okay? It wasn’t that he, Huang Kaiwen, was a coward.

Fat Ancelotti, on the other hand, wasn’t afraid and even looked excited.

Once the ”Magic Circle” was complete.

Ancelotti looked at Huang Kaiwen and said, ”Come on, since Benitez has made his move, we need a countermeasure.”

”That’s it?” Huang Kaiwen asked curiously.

”Of course not, I have a lot more preparations to make,” Ancelotti said proudly.

Before going to Rome, he had made several preparations.

With the Pope’s declaration, plus the wizards from three continents, how could Benitez win with all these preparations?

Huang Kaiwen could only bravely step into the middle of the ”Magic Circle.”

Ancelotti lit a candle at the apex of the Hexagram.

Huang Kaiwen asked curiously, ”What kind of candle is this?”

”Holy candle,” Ancelotti said. ”This candle is made from dragon tears.”

”Dragons, where are there dragons?”

Huang Kaiwen thought the candle smelled like the incense Barbara used.

”How could there be no dragons?” Ancelotti said mysteriously. ”Otherwise, why would there be so many movies with dragons? Surely someone has seen them, and even if dragons are extinct, there must still be bones. They’re just kept hidden by nations for research.”

Perfect logic!

Unexpectedly, Fat Ancelotti could make such logically consistent arguments.

Huang Kaiwen was impressed.

Ancelotti, holding a notebook, began to read deliberately.

Having seen the notes before, Huang Kaiwen had already determined that Ancelotti’s method was identical to that of some students who phonetically notate English words with Chinese characters.

Fat Ancelotti was phonetically notating Latin with Italian.

”...vēnī vīdī vīcī.”

After a series of Latin words, Ancelotti pronounced the ending.

Seeing his expression, Ancelotti said, ”This is a famous quote from Caesar the Great.”

”Yes, I know. So what does it have to do with the curse?” Huang Kaiwen also had heard ’I came, I saw, I conquered.’

”I just think adding a line sounds better,” Ancelotti replied.

Huang Kaiwen: ...

Why not just retire and let Fat Ancelotti direct a movie instead?

His mysterious presence alone would be enough.

A horror film might be a huge hit.

Perhaps it could replicate the miracle of ”Paranormal Activity.”

Finally done dealing with the coach, Huang Kaiwen went to the restaurant feeling exhausted.

After a nap.

The exhaustion from being tormented by the coach vanished in an instant.

He felt much better.

”Alright, lads, we’ll relax indoors for a while, and then get ready to head to the stadium,” the assistant coach came over and said.

The hotel had a simple indoor soccer field.

That morning, Huang Kaiwen had already used the [Injury Immunity Card].

Thinking of his incredible luck for the day.

Huang Kaiwen was looking forward to today’s [Experience Card].

Upon arriving at the indoor pitch, he looked at his 100 [Anticipation Points] and couldn’t wait to draw a card.

[Ding, you have obtained the 1966 World Cup third-place match experience card, Soviet Union vs Portugal, Lev Yashin]

Boom—

Huang Kaiwen’s mind exploded.

He couldn’t help but swear, ”Fuck!”

”What’s wrong, Kevin?” Maldini asked with concern.

”No, nothing,” Huang Kaiwen said with a forced smile.

Was it good luck?

Yashin was universally acknowledged as a legendary goalkeeper.

The greatest goalkeeper in the world, without a doubt.

The only one to have won the Ballon d’Or at the goalkeeper position.