Chapter 1219: Chapter 1219
Chapter 1219: Chapter 372: The Head Coach Is Warming Up
Boas and Faria were having a heated argument.
“Why did you bench Kevin?”
Only then did Boas realize the starting lineup had been changed.
You must know, Huang Kaiwen starting was something he and Mourinho decided together.
“Because I think AC Milan doesn’t need Kevin to start. We don’t rely on any player…”
Boas nearly couldn’t hold it in, almost flipping the middle finger.
Faria, this idiot, just mimics Jose’s way of speaking.
But even though Mourinho said that, you see, when it comes to critical matches, he’d definitely use Huang Kaiwen.
Faria, this fool, really seemed to believe it.
Boas shouted angrily: “Without Kevin’s impact, it’s really hard for us to break through Milan’s defense.”
“That’s my problem to consider.”
Faria bent over, smiling proudly at Boas, saying: “I’m returning those words to you. I’m today’s acting coach.”
“You’ll regret this, Rui!”
Boas stormed off through the tunnel.
Anyway, he’s suspended, today he has to sit in the stands.
Faria disdainfully watched Boas’s back, that guy who only kowtows to Kevin doesn’t understand his tactics at all.
Faria’s eyes were already envisioning the scene on the front pages of major newspapers tomorrow.
This tactic was something he spent a long time figuring out.
Huang Kaiwen followed his teammates back into the players’ tunnel.
Faria immediately approached, bending over and looking up at Huang Kaiwen, he said: “Kevin, as a superstar, you have to make a grand entrance. I heard that important people from China have music when they come in. I specifically brought a tape recorder today.”
The Yellow Ball King needs a BGM when he enters too?
Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.
The coach’s words go.
“It’s good you understand; I’m just afraid you misunderstand me. If you have any opinions or suggestions, make sure to tell me, we can discuss and improve together.”
Faria said, looking exactly like some characters played by Ng Man-tat in movies.
Huang Kaiwen could only nod.
“Alright, the players from both sides have taken the field.”
“Today Chelsea made quite a few adjustments. Let’s take a look at the starting lists for both teams.”
Chelsea 352 double central midfield:
Defenders: Carvalho, Terry, Ramos,
Midfielders: Ashley Cole, Deco, Joe Cole, Ballack, Quaresma,
Forwards: Huntelaar, Drogba,
Milan 442 diamond midfield:
Defenders: Favalli, Hummels, Maldini, Zambrotta,
Midfielders: Ambrosini, Kaka, Pirlo, Gattuso,
Forwards: Ibrahimovic, Fernando Torres.
“Today Chelsea’s formation can advance to attack and retreat to defend. Ashley Cole drops back to form a back four, and he and Quaresma push forward to become a 334 attacking formation. You can see Mourinho really put in the effort.”
“Exactly, Quaresma put a lot of pressure on AC Milan in the first leg, receiving long passes from Huang Kaiwen on the right flank, directly threatening AC Milan’s defense.”
“There aren’t any major changes in AC Milan’s starting lineup. Zambrotta’s return is good news, and Jankulovski, who was frequently broken through in the last leg, isn’t starting today; he’s replaced by the experienced veteran Favalli.”
Both coaching teams followed the players out of the tunnel.
Ancelotti extended his hand to Faria and said: “I hope today will be an excellent match.”
Faria affirmed confidently.
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Returning to the bench, Ancelotti and Tassotti quickly squat in front of the bench.
Although he wasn’t banned from assembling things on the sideline, the Italian Football Federation imposed restrictions on his coaching staff, so Professor Alfonso wasn’t able to be on the bench today.
“Carlo, the VGA cable isn’t supposed to go into the power port, my god, how did you even plug it in?”
“What should I do then?”
Ancelotti scratched his head and asked.
Today was a brand-new version he hadn’t assembled before, and it’s inevitable to make mistakes the first time.
“No worries, press it while I pull it out and check. If there aren’t any major problems, just bend it a few times with pliers and keep going.”
“Alright, I’ll hold it, you deal with it.”
Huang Kaiwen turned his head to watch Milan’s coaching team assemble the computer.
Isn’t this more exciting than the match?
If Fat Ancelotti ever operated an excavator one day, the Yellow Ball King might just retire and join his coaching staff instead.
At 7:45 PM, the Norwegian referee Henning Ovrebo blew the whistle to commence the match.
Spotting a somewhat familiar bald head, Huang Kaiwen turned and asked Mata: “What’s this referee called?”
“I didn’t remember his surname; he’s named Henning.”
No wonder he looks so familiar.
The referee from the Stamford Bridge disaster.
Huang Kaiwen had a feeling that he’d definitely see some action today.
Things went a bit differently than Huang Kaiwen thought.
The referee hadn’t become the main character yet, but Chelsea already started showing issues.
Ramos couldn’t suppress his urge to attack, with one more midfielder pushing forward, leaving only Carvalho and Terry on defense.
Milan’s attacks became increasingly threatening.
In the 12th minute, Kaka finally seized the opportunity.
Ambrosini sent a through pass from the half-line, Kaka received the ball and evaded Ramos moving diagonally to the right flank, bypassing Terry and Carvalho, and finally with a near-corner shot from the right of the big penalty area, he broke Chelsea’s goal.
San Siro instantly turned into a sea of joy.