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

”Kevin just has that kind of magic power, even a simple breakaway can be turned into the most delightful way to send the ball into the net,” his pendulum dribbling is even more skillful and stylish than Ronaldo’s. Kevin’s feet are filled with magic, and even though Ancelotti had made countless preparations and set up magic-blocking devices, he was still unable to affect Kevin’s performance because in this world, you can’t stop a god’s steps; you can only worship a god!”

”Seeing Milan’s defense so disheveled made me sad, but life is like that, it can’t always be smooth sailing. When Kevin was at Milan, things were too easy for them, but after being eliminated by Kevin, I hope Ancelotti can reflect on this and strengthen his team in targeted ways, not continuing to obsess over assembling his giant Lego blocks on the sidelines!”

In the stands.

Capello gently swayed his feather fan.

The rain was connecting like a curtain, yet he looked completely comfortable.

”Fabio, let’s go inside the box to avoid the rain,”

Galbiati suggested.

Barbara had provided them with a box; there was no need to get drenched.

Capello, waving his wet fan, said, ”No need for deliberate asceticism, nor a fixation on pleasure; if Heaven intends to rain, then why should we hide?”

Galbiati: ...

Galbiati could understand every single word of Capello’s Italian, but put together, it made no sense to him.

Not wanting to show any weakness, Galbiati changed the subject and asked, ”By the way, Fabio, what was the purpose of today’s formation?”

”It’s the ’Twelve Celestial Killing Formations,’ originating from ancient times. The formation contains endless overlapping timelines specifically designed to counteract spatial translocation; twelve divine pillars soaring high are indestructible. No matter how you shift through the void, you simply cannot move out of the range of these divine pillars.”

Capello pointed toward the Milan coaching bench with his feather fan, ”That fat fool Ancelotti doesn’t even know he’s completely under my control. If it wasn’t for that sneaky bastard possibly using underhanded tactics, I wouldn’t have wanted to use such a powerful formation.”

”So where did you learn such powerful magic?”

Galbiati asked.

Capello chuckled, ”A Chinese site called ’Starting Point,’ it has lots of good stuff, as well as some duds. Fortunately, I had the patience to keep going until I found this formation.”

Galbiati nodded, ”The internet is indeed useful, I don’t understand any of this. But knowing you, I knew Ancelotti’s tricks wouldn’t work.”

...

”Carlo, Capello is in the away fans’ stands,”

Tassotti told Ancelotti.

”I already know, that cunning bastard used a major witchcraft.”

His eyes wide, Ancelotti said, ”I don’t know if the protective spells will work, but the major witchcraft must have ritual tools. During halftime, you go over with security and confiscate any odd items under the guise of them possibly affecting emergency escapes.”

”Will the security cooperate?”

Tassotti asked with some concern.

”No worries, even if Barbara is helping Capello, it’s only behind the scenes. The security is all from San Siro, you have a legitimate reason, they must comply,”

Ancelotti said with a raised eyebrow and a cold smirk.

”Got it.”

Tassotti nodded and shifted his gaze to the field.

Real Madrid was organizing an attack, Cassano continuously dribbling on the right flank, with Maldini cleanly hooking the ball in front of him.

Cassano’s counter-steal was blocked by Maldini; Maldini passed it to Nesta.

Raul immediately rushed up to press.

Nesta continued the pass, Odo moved the ball forward, completing a wall pass with Nesta.

Nesta advanced with a powerful kick, launching the ball toward midfield.

Kaka eyed the landing spot at the center circle, nodded the ball forward, then straightened up and charged forward at high speed with the ball.

San Siro erupted in cheers.

After Huang Kaiwen left, Kaka had become Milan’s new ace, wearing the number 22.

Kaka’s dribbling speed was terrifying, especially since this was a Kaka without groin injuries.

De Jong lunged and stretched his foot, but Kaka casually tapped his right foot to change direction and smoothly dribbled past.

Advancing to the edge of the box, Kaka accelerated again.

Marcelo started alongside him, placing a hand in front of Kaka, but after just two steps into the box, he couldn’t keep up with Kaka’s pace. His upper body leaned forward under the force from Kaka’s right hand, and he ran awkwardly but diligently behind.