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

Bang!

A muffled rumble of thunder resounded.

The thick clouds poured down their emotions.

The spring rain rapidly connected into a curtain.

Capello wiped the rain off his face, and cursed as he shook his hand, ”Damn, and it’s only the afternoon.”

Looking down the dark alley, Capello pulled out his phone for light.

Although the brightness of the phone’s screen was not high, it was better than nothing.

He glanced at the alley again.

The darkness seemed as if it could devour one’s soul, making one reluctant to venture further.

Capello gritted his teeth.

He briskly walked into the alley.

Even for grown adults.

Even when it wasn’t raining.

Even on a sunny day.

Such alleyways were not safe.

If unlucky, one could even end up killed and thrown into the Bo River.

But he had an unavoidable reason to be here.

In such extreme weather.

Even the sound of his own footsteps seemed terrifyingly ominous.

Capello tightened his coat with his hand, trying to give himself a sense of safety.

After about three minutes, he finally reached the end of the alley.

And to Capello, that three minutes felt as long as a century.

Capello exhaled in relief.

He used one foot to kick off a banana peel that had accidentally stuck to his shoe.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning illuminated the sky.

Quá ngon!

Seeing the letters above the sign, Capello nearly cried.

This was the place he was looking for!

Creak—

He pushed open the dilapidated wooden door.

Capello had only taken a step when he was struck on the head by something hanging from the doorframe.

”Damn it!”

Capello cursed under his breath and walked into the house.

He took off his hat and sunglasses.

In the dim yellow light, he saw the store was cluttered with bottles and jars.

Capello exhaled in relief, he must have found the right place.

”Welcome, welcome!”

A short man scurried out, obsequiously rubbing his hands together.

Capello looked at the man.

Blue cardigan, black practice pants, a pair of straw sandals.

Seemed like typical Asian attire, just that his skin was too dark.

”Flower Gulu Dragon Wet?”

Capello asked, struggling with the Mandarin.

”It’s me, it’s me!”

The dark-skinned man rubbed his hands together and continuously nodded.

Seeing that the other party’s Italian was passable, Capello asked, ”You look different from other Chinese I’ve met before, where in China are you from?”

”Yes, yes, yes, I am from China!”

The man nodded while saying, ”I am from China, Burma’s Bo River, the Karen people of Bo River.”

Listening to the odd melody.

Capello just felt it was powerful.

Indeed a wizard, even his self-introduction sounded like a spell.

”I heard from others that your methods are very effective, especially against the Chinese?” Capello asked.

”Yes, yes, yes, we are especially good at dealing with the Chinese,”

the dark-skinned man said, vigorously nodding.

”I need your help with making a Chinese person temporarily unable to move, or make them feel unwell.”

The dark-skinned man, sticking out his tongue, licked his lips and said, ”That won’t be easy.”

”Is it not possible?”

Capello sighed and said.

At the same time, feeling somewhat relieved.

”No, no, no, it’s possible, but I’m afraid it’ll cost you a lot of money!”

”How much?”

Capello asked somewhat troubled.

He had specifically withdrawn some cash today, and now it seemed it might not be enough.

”85 Euros!”

”How much?” Capello asked, eyes widening.

”Do you think it’s too expensive? Then 82.5, can’t go any lower!”

Capello felt something was off.

But he had reached this point, and he had no way back.

Capello reached into his trouser pocket.

In the pocket of his dress pants, he opened his wallet, felt for the right size, and handed over a note, saying, ”Keep the change.”

”Okay, okay, don’t worry boss, my stuff definitely works.”

The man took the money.

He supported himself with one hand and jumped behind the counter like a monkey.

He opened a drawer and rapidly began searching through it.

A few minutes later.

The man took out a package, wrapped it in black cloth, and handed it to Capello.

”How do I use this?” Capello asked.

”Don’t get too far from the target, try not to exceed 100 meters. Pour this magic powder on the ground, and as you say that person’s name, they will be cursed,”

Capello nodded, carefully placing the black cloth package in his jacket pocket.

Then he turned and swiftly left through the door.

...

March 25.

Turin’s Westin Excelsior Hotel.

”It’s about time, Carlo,” assistant coach Mauro Tassotti reminded.

Ancelotti quickly opened his backpack to check.

Then, he opened a high-tech looking aluminum case.

Seeing that nothing was missing inside, Ancelotti nodded his head, his spirits high as he waved his hand, saying, ”Let’s go!”

Tassotti carried Ancelotti’s backpack.

Always felt responsible for carrying Ancelotti’s briefcase.

It seemed like something out of a Hollywood movie.

He hadn’t noticed it when getting on.

But as he was getting off, Huang Kaiwen saw the large box in Ancelotti’s hands.

”I’m so jealous, coach has prepared some good stuff for you again.”

Inzaghi teased.

”Get lost!”

In the away dressing room, Huang Kaiwen still looked worried while changing clothes.

”What’s wrong, Kevin?” Kaka asked, concerned.

”It’s nothing.”

Huang Kaiwen shook his head.

”Are you worried about the coach, or about getting injured?” Kaka asked again.

”It’s definitely Carlo.”

Kaka was at a loss for words and could only pat Huang Kaiwen on the shoulder to comfort his friend.

Ancelotti noticed their interaction.

He came over, smiling, ”Don’t worry, Kevin, you definitely won’t get injured today.”

Huang Kaiwen thought to himself, trouble!

With Fat Ancelotti’s attitude, something bad was going to happen.

Huang Kaiwen even regretted not trading himself for Messi last summer.

Whether or not there would be a problem today depended entirely on how Ancelotti wanted to torment him.

Previously, a small black cloth bag had given Huang Kaiwen quite the torment.

Today, with Ancelotti carrying such a big box, Huang Kaiwen feared he might not see tomorrow’s sun.

Worriedly, he followed his teammates onto the field.

The ball came his way.

Only then did Huang Kaiwen remember that he hadn’t drawn a card.

Seeing his full 100 ”Expectation Value,” Huang Kaiwen chose to draw a card.

[Ding, you have obtained the 1993-1994 La Liga Round 18, Barcelona VS Real Madrid, Romario’s single-match experience card]

Huang Kaiwen’s expression turned strange.

It looked like his reputation as a Juventus killer was going to stick.

What had the old lady done to deserve this?

...

”Hello, soccer fans.”

”I believe all our football fans are eagerly anticipating the game.”

”Huang Kaiwen’s miraculous recovery, returning to the pitch, is truly a joyous event. His condition looks great from the warm-up, and the chief medical officer said it’s a miracle, perhaps it really is one.”

”Indeed, Fahrinhearst’s foul was harsh. Huang Kaiwen went from unconscious to back on the pitch in just over a month; apart from a miracle, I don’t know what else to call it.”

”Both sets of players have returned to the tunnel.”

”The coaches from both sides are old acquaintances, and there was a warm atmosphere during the handshake.”

”After all, the game is the game, and life is life.”

In front of the players’ tunnel.

Capello smiled and reached out, saying, ”Carlo, it’s good to see you again.”

”Yeah, I hope the game won’t affect our friendship,” Ancelotti said with a smile.

”Of course not,” laughed Capello, slapping Ancelotti’s arm.

After they parted ways.

Capello returned to the coach’s bench.

He took out a black cloth bag from his pocket.

Opening the bag of powder, he poured it onto the field, muttering to himself.

Ancelotti, witnessing this scene, couldn’t help but sneer.

He then turned back and began searching his backpack.

Pulling out the Latin notebook, he handed it to Tasso, saying, ”There’s a spell to break the Blood Curse in here, give it a try while I assemble the equipment.”

Tasso looked at the records and started searching for the needed materials.

Ancelotti, meanwhile, at the back of the coach’s bench, opened the imposing aluminum metal box.

He assembled the parts one by one.

Pressing the start button, the mini radar quickly began spinning, emitting a buzzing sound.

Ancelotti nodded in satisfaction.

...

”Hahaha, the coaches are at it again today,” Zhang said, laughing.

”During the UEFA Champions League final that time, I thought it was their final showdown, but I didn’t expect to see this scene once again.”

”Zhang, let’s first check out the starting line-ups of both teams,” He Wei reminded.

”Alright, let’s take a look at the starting line-ups of both teams now.”

Juventus 442 with dual defensive midfielders:

Goalkeeper: Buffon,

Defenders: Chiellini, Cannavaro, Thuram, Zebina,

Midfield: Nedved, Vieira, Emerson, Mutu,

Forwards: Trezeguet, Ibrahimović.

AC Milan 442 diamond midfield:

Goalkeeper: Dida,

Defenders: Serginho, Kaladze, Nesta, Stam,

Midfielders: Huang Kaiwen, Pirlo, Gattuso, Kaka,

Forwards: Inzaghi, Shevchenko.

”Maldini and Cafu are absent again, which significantly affects AC Milan, and Toni is also nursing a minor injury,”

”Yes, on Juventus’s part, because of Zambrotta’s injury, young Chiellini has gotten a starting opportunity. But he’s facing Huang Kaiwen today, a significant test for a young defender,”

”Ibrahimović is talking with Huang Kaiwen; wonder what the two of them are discussing... Alright, the referee has blown the whistle to start the match.”

”National TV, National TV, we are broadcasting live now...”

Huang Kaiwen looked at the defiant face of Ibrahimović.

He was quite speechless inside.

Ibrahimović had just told him that Messi wasn’t all that great.

Huang Kaiwen suspected that Ibrahimović hadn’t really watched Messi play.

This season, Messi had appeared quite a lot, and many people were optimistic about Messi’s future.

But thinking about the Bully King’s personality, it was pretty normal.

Unless Messi beat Ibrahimović the way Huang himself did, it would be hard to impress the Bully King.

Juventus kicked off first.

Ibrahimović got the ball and passed it back immediately.

Mutu took the ball and rushed forward right away.

After being released by Chelsea due to the XD scandal, Moggi had brought him to Juventus.

He quickly became an important rotation player for Juventus.

Even though his abilities had declined a bit from his prime, Mutu’s footwork frequency was still very high.

After Gattuso rushed up.

Mutu quickly dribbled with successive touches.

Taking advantage of Gattuso’s inability to keep up, Mutu flicked the ball forward, carrying it along the sideline at high speed.