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

That African dance, even if it occasionally works, what difference does it make?

Faced with everything from Africa, Italians have a natural sense of superiority.

Tassotti decided to inform the newspapers later, so that those reporters could investigate Capello.

The rain dance actually brought rain, that guy Capello surely used some evil method, maybe even life sacrifices.

Speaking of sacrifices, Tassotti couldn’t help but glance at Dida on the pitch.

If it really doesn’t work, maybe Dida should be substituted, perhaps then Gattuso could stand at the goal line and make high saves.

”What are you thinking? Hurry up and make the adjustments from the coaching seat!”

Seeing Kaka slip and fall, Ancelotti urged.

”Ah, okay, I’ll do it now.”

Tassotti nodded and hurriedly started preparing at the coaching seat.

But Ancelotti did not show a trace of a smile.

It’s one thing to deceive the assistant coach, he couldn’t deceive himself.

That bastard Capello actually managed to call rain, this was beyond his expectations.

Ancelotti glanced at Cardinal Asier Laty sitting at the coach’s seat and suddenly realized: ”I know, it’s the power of the Holy Lance! Capello, that heretic, could never have such power.”

”Really? That’s wonderful!”

Tassotti said in surprise.

Luckily, he was also a Christian. Since it wasn’t some evil power, he didn’t need to worry much.

Surely Carlo knew much more and had many means.

Tassotti felt that he wouldn’t be able to stand alone in this life, he should just follow Ancelotti.

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On the field.

Receiving the ball at the front, Kaka tapped the ball forward with one foot.

In the rainy slippery weather, the ball’s speed increased.

De Jong didn’t even react, the ball had already gone behind him.

Ibrahimovic directly shot from a distance, Pepe raised his foot and successfully blocked the ball.

The ball bounced off Pepe’s sole and flew towards the penalty area.

Torres and Ramos rushed towards the penalty area at the same time, Torres’ speed clearly faster.

From a further behind position, he caught up with Ramos.

Real Madrid fans couldn’t help but exclaim.

This kid from Atletico Madrid really had some skills.

Seeing the two chase the ball to the edge of the penalty area, Casillas suddenly rushed out of the big penalty area, aiming for the ball’s landing spot, and lowered his head, heading the ball out of the way of the two.

The ball fell to the right, directly to Gattuso’s feet.

Facing such a heavenly gift, Gattuso swung his right foot.

Casillas quickly jumped up, successfully blocking Gattuso’s long shot.

The ball bounced off Casillas’ chest and towards the top arc of the penalty area.

Pepe rushed up to receive the ball, turning and kicking hard, but Ambrosini raised his foot to block the ball.

The ball flew to the left.

Maldini, who had advanced for support, took the ball, and Ramos quickly went up for defense.

Bang—

Maldini quickly sent a cross, the ball sailed over De Jong’s head, bouncing in midfield, and Ibrahimovic followed up with a volley, creating an excellent curved and powerful strike, Casillas immediately leaped to save, but couldn’t stop this goal.

”It’s in, Ibrahimovic!”

”2:2!”

”It’s a tie!!!”

”Ibrahimovic’s world-class shot hit the corner, Casillas had no way of stopping it.”

”This goal shouldn’t have happened. Pepe and Heinze chased Torres into the penalty area, De Jong didn’t follow up when retreating, and after the ball bounced, no one was there to clear it immediately. If they hadn’t made mistakes, Ibrahimovic shouldn’t have had a chance to shoot.”

”Exactly, but the quality of this shot was really high. Look at this front-angle shot; the ball created a very clear curve when it reached the penalty area, making it indefensible.”

”Today’s goals from both teams have been gorgeous, befitting the clash between the top two in UEFA Champions League titles. This is probably the highest level of competition in football right now.”

Seated at the coach’s seat, Capello noticed Ancelotti wasn’t celebrating the goal.

He stepped out of his seat’s rain shelter and looked towards Milan’s coach seat.

Just seeing Ancelotti crouching there, fiddling with his small radar.

”Damn!”

Capello turned back, hitting the side panel of the rain shelter with a fist.

That guy Ancelotti was indeed using tricks again.

But Capello wasn’t afraid either.

After his ritual, dark clouds formed, and heavy rain poured.

Lu Cun Star’s light was already blocked by rain clouds, no matter how much Ancelotti did, he couldn’t harm Kevin.

Still the same phrase.