lerbook Chapter 2001 - 523: We Play Attacking Football
Chapter 2001 - 523: We Play Attacking Football
As he landed, he spread his arms and shouted, "Siu!!!"
Standing in midfield, Huang Kaiwen felt a bit guilty, wondering what Ronaldo would think if he saw that.
"Ibrahimovic again!"
"Yes, and in this counterattack it wasn’t Torres who stepped up, but Ibrahimovic."
"Mainly because Ibrahimovic was positioned a bit higher this time, so he got forward faster, while Torres had tracked back to defend."
"Since Huang Kaiwen came on, AC Milan really have looked like a different team."
"We’re already in stoppage time, but all the pressure is now on Manchester City. Do they sit back and try to limit the damage, or do they keep pushing forward?"
"Substitution, Mancini has given his answer. Adam Johnson comes on for the very lively Nasri, whose stamina is pretty much used up. The former Arsenal man receives applause from the Etihad Stadium, the Manchester City fans are definitely认可 his performance."
Clemente’s face curled into a cold sneer.
Mancini had just wanted to shore up the defense, and now at this stage he was preparing to attack again.
If a coach can’t even decide whether to attack or defend, how can he lead a team to victory?
He already knew what he was going to say at the press conference.
The anxious Manchester City players kicked off and started stringing passes together, trying to find a gap.
But Milan have won so many titles, they’re not going to show any cracks at a time like this.
Instead, Toure’s chip for Aguero was simply cut out by a伸腿 from Nesta, who immediately played the ball out to the left.
Zambrotta pushed it forward at once, Rakitic received and played a one-two with De Bruyne, bursting straight over the halfway line.
"AC Milan are on the break again!"
"Rakitic goes straight to Ibrahimovic. There are a lot of defenders around Ibrahimovic, so he lays it back to Huang Kaiwen. Huang Kaiwen takes a touch to avoid Yaya Toure, twists and—what a strike!!! Huang Kaiwen’s pass threads through four defenders to find Ibrahimovic. Ibrahimovic, from the right side of the Big Penalty Area, drills it—goal!!!"
"Goal!!!"
"Ibrahimovic completes a hat-trick in nine minutes, all three assisted by Huang Kaiwen."
"Ibrahimovic is turning back—wait, no, Huang Kaiwen is down on the pitch."
AC Milan team doctor’s speed was still world-class.
The medical team were already charging on with the stretcher when Clemente finally dropped to his knees on the touchline, covering his face and staring at the pitch in disbelief. A few seconds later he howled, "Doctor, doctor..."
Giovanni Nanni crouched down and, before even examining him, asked directly, "What’s the situation, Kevin?"
"Muscle strain, I guess, but it might be the cruciate ligament."
Huang Kaiwen said uncertainly.
When he turned just now, his standing foot slipped, and he’d felt something immediately.
But he still played the pass.
"Let’s just get you on the stretcher."
Nanni joked, "You’ve been injured so often you can diagnose yourself now. After you retire, want to join the medical staff? I can teach you."
"If you can convince Mr. Gagliani to pay me more than one hundred million euros in salary, I don’t mind being a team doctor."
Huang Kaiwen said with a laugh.
Giovanni Nanni’s words stuck in his throat.
If Huang Kaiwen didn’t bring it up himself, he often forgot just how terrifying Huang Kaiwen’s money-making ability was.
In fact, he also felt that Huang Kaiwen might just retire one of these days.
After all, for a billionaire, playing football is purely a hobby.
After examining him on the touchline, he still couldn’t determine the exact extent of Huang Kaiwen’s injury; they would have to go back to Milan City for further tests.
Milan beat Manchester City 3–1.
But Clemente was in no mood to celebrate.
At the post-match press conference, he didn’t wait for the reporters’ questions before saying, "Everything here is awful. The weather is terrible, it makes my players’ bodies fragile. Manchester City’s pitch is terrible, it’s not suitable at all for technically gifted players. I even suspect they spread sand on it before the match."
"Nonsense!"
Mancini couldn’t help but retort, "If you suspect that, you can go and have it tested."
"If your pitch is fine, then why did Kevin get injured?"
Clemente shot back.
Huang Kaiwen’s injury was a huge blow for him.
Clemente no longer cared about maintaining the poise of a future top coach.
"How would I know? Kevin has always had plenty of injuries."
Mancini said.
"Then maybe you hired a Wizard. Back when Kevin was cursed, you were Inter Milan’s coach. Yes, that must be it. I’m going to lodge a complaint against you with the English FA and UEFA!"
Clemente shouted hysterically.
"Unbelievable!"
Mancini stood up and stormed out of the press room.
The reporters, however, were frantically firing questions at Clemente.
They hadn’t expected that this coach they’d always looked down on would hand them such a huge story.
"Mr. Clemente, do you have any evidence for what you just said?"
"Do you think Mancini is the mastermind behind Kevin’s injury?"
"What’s your view on the use of Wizards?"
"How long will Kevin’s injury keep him out?"
"..."
Clemente had already calmed himself down. He said, "I don’t have any evidence, but if he wasn’t feeling guilty, why did he leave? Today we played attacking football. His football is anti-history, anti-football, defending all the time."
"But Aguero and Nasri both created a lot of chances. Manchester City didn’t look particularly defensive."
One reporter pointed out.
Clemente snapped impatiently, "We scored more goals—that’s proof we played attacking football!"