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76: 0074 Ancelotti is very disappointed (requesting recommendation tickets, monthly tickets)

76: 0074 Ancelotti is very disappointed (requesting recommendation tickets, monthly tickets)

May 8, early in the morning.

A modest Fiat stopped not far from Milan Cathedral.

The driver’s side door opened, and a person got out.

Dressed in a black suit, with a low-brimmed uniform cap.

With this outfit and his build, he looked like someone from Sicily.

Ancelotti looked left and right.

Seeing no one was paying attention, he quickly entered the church.

Then he zipped into the confessional.

The priest was startled.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

Ancelotti whispered, “It’s been a while since I last came to church.”

He had seen many like him, all fearing recognition.

Peering through the partition’s mesh, the priest saw Ancelotti in full gear and took the initiative to ask, “My child, what troubles you?”

“Well, then,” Ancelotti said, “let’s start with my kindergarten days.”

“Wait, let’s talk about more recent things.”

The priest quickly wiped his forehead and interrupted.

Did he think his company was free?

“Oh, right.”

Ancelotti took a deep breath and said, “I am a believer, but something made me doubt God.

I promised God I would quit smoking but I couldn’t do it.

To achieve my own goals, I contacted wizards from Southeast Asia, witches from South America, and various pagans from Africa and Eastern Europe.

I used money to seek their help, hoping they could help me succeed.”

“My God, you are indeed very wrong, but it’s not too late to turn back,” the priest advised.

“Stay away from tobacco, stay away from heretics, return to God’s embrace, and the Lord will forgive you.”

“Will God then fulfill my wishes?”

Ancelotti asked expectantly.

“Child, as long as you are sincere, God will surely look after you,”

the priest said earnestly.

“That’s great!” Ancelotti asked excitedly, “Then will God keep Kevin from injuries?”

“Who?” The priest’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, “Are you talking about AC Milan’s Kevin?”

“Yes, Kevin!”

“You can go now.”

“Father, Father…”

As Ancelotti tried to speak again, he noticed there was no response.

Looking through the mesh, he saw that the confessional was empty on the other side.

Ancelotti cursed as he left the church,

muttering, “Not starting Kevin really was the right decision.”

As his figure receded into the distance, the priest, who had returned to the confessional, breathed a sigh of relief.

…

By the time Ancelotti arrived at the team, it was already past 10 AM.

He said a few words and then went to the cafeteria with everyone.

Today’s game was at 2 PM.

Lunch was scheduled a bit earlier.

Huang Kaiwen, who had seen the starting lineup, was in a foul mood.

Today he was only on the roster, not in the starting lineup.

It seemed as if Ancelotti was particularly against him.

Previously, using the “Injury Immunity Card” had gotten him substituted out early.

Now, after saving up several “Immunity Cards” for important matches, Fat Ancelotti wouldn’t even give him a chance to start.

This was making it difficult for Mr.

Huang!

Kaka sat down next to Huang Kaiwen with a plate of food, smiling and saying, “The coach is just too concerned about you, so don’t take it too seriously.”

“I’m not.”

“You’ve been sick the past two days; it’s normal for the coach to have you on the bench,”

Huang Kaiwen realized that was indeed the case.

All he thought about was how great it felt to skip classes, never considering the repercussions with his parents.

Being unwell, how could Fat Ancelotti let him start?

He could only hope for an opportunity in the second half now.

If he had to, he could only grit his teeth and use the “Immunity Card” to play for half the game.

Damn, all the “Destiny Points” he had painstakingly saved.

Inzaghi also sat down with his tray and slapped Huang Kaiwen on the shoulder.

Before he could speak, Inzaghi felt a chill run down his spine as he realized the coach was glaring at him fiercely.

Inzaghi chuckled dryly, turned his head away from Ancelotti, and said to Huang Kaiwen, “Buddy, you seem off today.”

“Maybe.”

Huang Kaiwen responded nonchalantly.

“I have a few days each month when I’m not in the best mood either, it’s the stress, buddy, you need to let loose.” Inzaghi whispered persuasively, “How about we, the Three Musketeers, hit the town for some fun after today’s game?”

“Kevin and I planned to play games all night.”

Kaka protested straightforwardly.

What a joke, today they were even planning to snatch the Dragon God.

Sure, big sister is fun, but is she as important as a dragon-slaying blade?

If they had it here, Kaka would’ve bought one for his warrior already.

“Poor Ricardo.” Inzaghi draped an arm around Kaka’s shoulder and said, “Just because Bundchen dumped you, doesn’t mean you should give up on life.”

“Stop talking nonsense, Kevin convinced me to break up with her.”

“It must be because Kevin is jealous of you!”

Inzaghi stirred the pot indignantly.

Last time, after the two teammates left, Adriana Lima rejected his offer to take her home.

Inzaghi was still hung up about it.

How could two rookies spend a wonderful night while the handsome Filippo had to spend it alone?

Inzaghi felt it was because he wasn’t in good shape that day, and indeed he had to prove his charm in front of Huang Kaiwen and Kaka.

“Kevin isn’t like that, and I think he was right, Bundchen and I were not suited.”

Huang Kaiwen raised his eyebrows at Inzaghi.

Nice try stirring things up.

Ever heard of the friendship that comes with playing games together?

It can’t be messed up by any woman.

“Ahem,” Inzaghi chuckled dryly, continuing to persuade, “Just come with me, and I’ll treat.”

Huang Kaiwen and Kaka exchanged glances.

Both of them nodded slightly.

“You said it.” Kaka looked at Inzaghi somewhat skeptically.

“I said it.” Inzaghi pounded his chest, promising, “Spend as much as you want.”

“Alright then.”

Huang Kaiwen nodded and said, “If we win today, we’ll go celebrate with you.”

“Great.”

Inzaghi clenched his fists and gestured with a couple of punches.

This time, Filippo was determined to save face in front of Kevin and Kaka.

After lunch.

The bus took the whole team to the San Siro Stadium.

For home games, AC Milan would arrive at the stadium two hours early.

Add the post-match press conference and all the chaos.

Practically, a match day could consume 5 hours or even more.

In the home locker room.

While the players were changing.

Ancelotti, uncharacteristically, stood up to speak before the game.

“Our points are very close to Juventus’s.”

“Today’s game is very important.”

“You should understand, whoever wins today, wins the Serie A championship.”

“This is a battle for six points.”

“And a battle for the championship.”

“So my only request is to win the match.”

“Let me win this season’s championship!”