Chapter 1206: Chapter 1206
Chapter 1206: Chapter 370: There’s a Mole, Abort the Deal
“Carlo, I think next time we should consider installing a lightning protection device on the Willingness Power collector.”
Tassotti said with lingering fear.
That lightning strike just now was only a meter away from his seat. Fortunately, the coaches’ seats had plastic rain covers.
Ancelotti slapped his forehead and said, “We all forgot about this. Because the power is too high, it can collect too much Willingness Power, attracting the attention of lightning in rainy weather. Luckily, no one got hurt today.”
Tassotti looked at the smoke-emitting machine and said a bit regretfully.
This was the first time his idea became a reality.
Ancelotti patted Tassotti’s shoulder, and the two of them walked into the tunnel to take shelter from the rain.
Capello, left on the stands, shook his head regretfully.
In the end, it still missed the mark and failed to eliminate that scourge Ancelotti.
In the away team’s dressing room.
“This place is really great, it even has a fridge!”
Inzaghi exclaimed excitedly.
Having sat on the substitute bench for half a match, it’s a good time to grab something to drink and rehydrate.
Otherwise, his mouth would be dry bragging with teammates in the second half.
Inzaghi chugged down more than half a bottle of mineral water and immediately clutched his stomach, wailing.
Ibrahimovic, having just opened a bottle of mineral water, stood there holding it, staring blankly.
Maldini rushed over to support Inzaghi, asking, “What’s wrong, Filippo? Is there something in the water!”
Inzaghi said with trembling lips.
Gattuso kicked a bench and shouted, “Chelsea! How can they be so strong and shameless?”
“So what’s exactly wrong, is there something in the water?”
Inzaghi suddenly stood up straight and said, “Mineral water does have minerals, fooled you, fool!”
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It’s impossible to get angry with these teammates.
The offensive line doesn’t have a single normal person, all the starters are Kevin’s fans.
The substitutes are maniacs.
Ancelotti entered the dressing room with the machine’s remnants.
He walked to the center of the dressing room and said, “In the second half, we will face unprecedented challenges. The Willingness Power collecting device is broken. This is something we’ve never experienced; this situation requires you all to perform even more, to score more away goals so we have the opportunity to advance when we return to home ground.”
Is it possible that the rest of the team is normal, and he’s the only one with issues?
Boas finally returned to the home team’s dressing room.
Seeing the TV screen restored, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Those rats should be someone’s sacrifice to summon Asmondis.
Fortunately, after encountering a raven swarm at Wembley last time, Boas prepared for dealing with these animal swarms.
Today, with a recording of eagle calls in one hand and a mini flame thrower in the other, he finally succeeded in preventing a tragedy.
If Asmondis descended to earth, it would be quite a terrifying thing.
Through this incident.
Boas also realized his shortcomings.
If he could communicate the fire elements in the air, there would be no need to worry about the flamethrower running out of fuel.
Moreover, the mastermind behind this hasn’t been caught yet, he absolutely can’t let his guard down.
“Huh? Jose, what’s up.”
“Nothing, just saw you spacing out.”
“It’s nothing, just thinking about something.” Boas explained.
Mourinho’s expression shifted.
He finally took out a business card holder from his inner pocket, drew one out, handed it to Boas, and patted Boas on the shoulder, saying, “Go see a doctor when you have time, even my situation was recoverable.”
Seeing that the time was almost up.
Mourinho walked to the center of the dressing room, clapped his hands to attract the players’ attention, and said, “We are currently in the lead, this is good. But leading and falling behind is just a fine line. You all should remember that match on the night in Istanbul, right?”
“Yes, boss, Liverpool almost turned it around, but Kevin settled them!”
That wasn’t what he meant to say.
Damn, need to buy a left-back in summer.
“Alright, let me put it another way.”
Mourinho paced with his hands behind his back, slowly saying, “You also said it, AC Milan almost got turned over. Look at their lineup at that time, AC Milan was quite formidable, with many players in the Ballon d’Or top ten. Liverpool wasn’t that strong, yet they almost pulled off a comeback…”
As he spoke, Mourinho raised his arms preparing to exclaim, but stepped onto a discarded food wrapper.
Once again a full split.
But this time Mourinho stopped midway, his legs taut, preventing his feet from sliding further apart.
Successfully controlling his body, Mourinho revealed a smug smile.
He continued, “See, one must learn to overcome difficulties, not trip over the same problem twice. Alright, go out, it’s time.”
The players gradually left the dressing room.
Boas walked up curiously and asked, “Jose, they’re gone, can you get up now?”
Standing with legs spread, tight muscles—it’s quite exhausting.
He used immense willpower to avoid embarrassing himself in front of the players.
Boas simply didn’t know what to say.
This kind of injury needs to be treated as soon as possible.
Boas turned around and told Clark to call the team doctor back.
“Rui, go inform the refereeing team, the second half needs a coaching substitute.”
“Since you need to go to the bathroom anyway, I might as well do the coaching.”