After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 691 - 0265 Dominate the Four Seas (Subscribe Please)

Emptiness turns into solidness, solidness turns into emptiness.

Huang Kaiwen never expected Capello to be so well-researched.

A soccer coach who doesn’t study formations, but studies military strategy instead.

October 31.

Capello held a press conference at Bernabeu.

Dressed in a neat light gray suit, Capello wore blue gradient glasses.

Capello was all smiles.

After the reporters finished their questions, he smiled and said, "Now I have a piece of good news to announce. Kevin has been confirmed to be able to make it for the December Spain national derby, he will recover before the Club World Cup, which is very good news for Real Madrid. Kevin is the most important player for Real Madrid, and his return is filling the whole team with confidence."

"Fabio, do you mean Kevin will soon be able to return to Real Madrid’s training?"

"Yes, that’s right."

Capello nodded and said, "Even though Dr. Meiselmann is excellent, I still have to thank the Milan and Italy national team doctor, Giovanni Nanni, who is an old friend of Kevin. Giovanni always handles Kevin’s injuries well, and about the recovery time he provides, there will be no problem."

Sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and holding a Scotch Whisky on the rocks, Cruyff took a sip and then put his glass aside, sneering, "Really? I don’t believe it!"

He picked up the phone and called Rijkaard.

"John, why are you calling me?" Rijkaard asked.

"Fran, people always change their standpoints; why can’t you let go of past conflicts and then listen to new advice?" Cruyff asked smilingly.

"Are you talking about the retired guy who criticized me for not knowing how to coach a team a week ago? I have already forgotten about it," Rijkaard coldly said.

Cruyff, suppressing his anger, grabbed the glass and drank it all, putting it down and then smilingly said, "Fran, it was me who gave you a chance at Ajax, and it was I who supported you when you were under suspicion at Barcelona. Why can you only accept applause? This isn’t the mindset of a winner."

"Enough!"

On the other end of the phone, Rijkaard yelled, "Your biggest problem is your arrogance. Don’t forget, you didn’t bring the Netherlands national team any honors either, yet you always act like a savior and a leader of Dutch soccer. You always think my success is related to you, but I would succeed without you!!!"

Cruyff, after a moment of silence, said, "Just to remind you, Capello is probably lying to make you focus on dealing with Kevin, who likely won’t be able to play in the national derby."

Beep beep...

Listening to the busy tone from the phone, Cruyff tossed the phone aside.

He wasn’t surprised by such an outcome.

After all, his relationship with Rijkaard had already deteriorated during the latter’s playing days.

Working together at Barça was merely tolerable on the surface.

Lately, because of his frequent criticism of the dressing room, Barça’s dressing room and Rijkaard had had enough, with no players wanting to listen to a legend prattling all the time.

Even if that legend was Cruyff.

At Rijkaard’s home.

Rijkaard didn’t believe Cruyff had good intentions.

Because this situation had occurred many times; if Cruyff was right, he would claim credit, if wrong, Cruyff wouldn’t take responsibility.

If the fans reacted strongly, he might even jump out to criticize.

So, Rijkaard didn’t want to deal with Cruyff at all.

He now also doubted that Real Madrid’s number ten might not make it for the Spain national derby, but without evidence, he still dared not conclude.

Since the wizard Carlin disappeared, it had become much harder for him to find another wizard.

In his native Suriname, rumors said that he and Spaniards had set up a trap to get rid of Carlin, involving Dutch involvement, just to punish wizards who were active in European soccer circles. They even said Spain wanted to restart the Inquisition.

Because of this, regular wizards were afraid to take on this job.

Rijkaard deeply missed that old charlatan, Carlin.

Even though Carlin wasn’t very capable, often prattled about godliness, frequently misinterpreted his words, and never brushed his teeth, at least when dealing with Huang Kaiwen, he could give him some hope.

Now, Rijkaard didn’t know what to do.

Night.

Huang Kaiwen had just lectured a fugitive art student from the Milan Academy of Fine Arts; it was already past 3 AM.

Ever since his last lecture at his alma mater, he’d been feeling the urge to teach.

The Yellow Ball King, after retiring, was somewhat interested in becoming a sports teacher, just unsure about the salary. Not needing 35 million Euros, he’d do it for 5 million Euros.

A new month begins.

[Fate Points] still hadn’t accumulated.

But the Yellow Ball King wasn’t worried at all.

Having been injured for so long this season, he was sure to reap rewards at the season’s end.

Special Template: [Kakarot] 1,000,000 Fate Points.

Template: [Sandor Kocsis] 10,000 points, [Gerd Müller] 10,000 points, [Paolo Rossi] 10,000 points.

Skills: [Free Kick Master] 6,000 points, [Skating Proficiency] 100 points.

Items: [24-hour Injury Immunity Card] 20 points,

Special Items: [Icardi’s Bank Card] 100 points.

Seeing [Kakarot], Huang Kaiwen was utterly baffled.

Previously, it was just killer soccer; now it became kill anywhere on Earth.

Next, the three forwards.

Kocsis was part of the golden generation of Hungary, known as the "Golden Head," a nickname quite similar to Stefano’s.

Müller was the previous holder of various goal-scoring records, known as a bomber.