After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 945 - 0319 Bernabeu, your Emperor is back (subscribe please)_2

"Hey, who are you supporting today, Chelsea or Real Madrid?"

Inzaghi asked back.

"Uh, I’m supporting Kevin and Real Madrid, ideally Kevin would score 6, and Real Madrid 8."

Nadal said.

"Shouldn’t it be Kevin scores 1, and Real Madrid scores 6?"

Inzaghi said.

Nadal sighed and said: "Do you think that’s possible? Kevin scores 5 every time he plays against Barca. Florentino kicked Kevin out. Today, Kevin will score at least 6, but whether Real Madrid can score 8, I don’t know."

That makes sense.

Inzaghi nodded.

That guy Kevin is so petty.

If someone offends him, he won’t say anything, but he’ll kick them hard when they meet, severely affecting the image of the Milan Three Musketeers.

I’ll have to persuade that guy after the match, to be more magnanimous.

Look at Filippo Inzaghi.

Even when facing Juventus, he doesn’t score hat-tricks often, preserving some good relations.

Manuel Sierra was sitting with Florentino, both removing their suits, wearing caps, sitting unobtrusively at Cafe & Tapas across from Bernabéu.

This restaurant has a perfect view of the big screen at the Bernabéu.

On the big screen, starting from black and white footage,

it slowly recounts the history of Bernabéu, with Stefano, Gento winning championships, and the modern renovation of Bernabéu.

Florentino nodded in satisfaction and said: "Chelsea should know what it means to be the most prestigious club in football history. The video this time is pretty good."

"Yes, because we paid a high price."

Manuel Sierra said with a smile.

It’s been a while since he transferred from a construction company to work at Real Madrid.

Although he’s not that familiar with the inner workings of a football club, his operational abilities are strong, and every time Florentino has a request, he finds a way to solve it.

That’s his secret to becoming Florentino’s top confidant.

"...Redondo, Hierro, Figo, Zidane."

Florentino said, "Look, Real Madrid’s history is filled with countless stars, they are just a part of Real Madrid, no one can make Real Madrid a part of their resume."

"Right."

Sierra nodded emphatically.

Just then.

Florentino saw someone he didn’t want to see appear on the screen.

One spectacular goal after another like a personal highlight reel, clearly longer and more than other players’ scenes before.

Finally, the moment he and Raul lifted the trophy together, the screen went silent, but the fans entering the stadium were excitedly chanting that name.

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

Florentino threw his coffee cup to the ground and turned to angrily ask: "What’s going on, why is Kevin in the video?"

Sierra wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and said: "I watched it before, Kevin wasn’t in it."

"Damn it, the people who made this video are fired."

Florentino said.

"Uh, we hired a subcontractor."

Sierra reminded softly.

"Then they can forget about the final payment!"

Florentino said angrily.

"Well..."

Sierra was sweating more, but he forced himself to say: "Because their work schedule is tight, they only accepted full payment, so there’s no final payment."

"Damn it, who’s in charge of playing the video at Bernabéu, tell them they’re fired!"

Florentino cursed at the looping documentary.

"Okay, I’ll call right now."

Sierra nodded.

Florentino got up, ready to enter the stadium.

The original plan was to use this video to show the fans that Real Madrid doesn’t rely on any one person to be great.

Now it has turned into a personal propaganda film for Huang Kaiwen.

He believed that Sierra must have seen the footage in advance.

So today’s matter isn’t simple; even if the subcontractor made two versions, it would require an insider at Bernabéu to cooperate to play this version on match day.

Damned.

These traitorous bastards!

When meeting Abramovich, walking into the box together.

Florentino had already put on a smile.

Even if angry, he couldn’t show it in front of the main owner of Chelsea.

The two laughed, shook hands, and sat down.

The players on both sides were already in the final stages of warm-up.

Suddenly, Robben’s voice came through the Bernabéu stadium’s sound system.

Robben said on the broadcast: "We can’t play football for a lifetime, but we can be friends for a lifetime. There used to be someone, who on every teammate’s anniversary, would always send his blessings. His capability is top-notch, his personality is easy-going, and he’s reliable both on and off the field. He’s the player who scored the most goals against Barca. Even though we now play for two different teams, I hope our friendship can continue..."

The prelude to the famous song "Auld Lang Syne" began.

Robben is a clever guy, achieving a lot in many areas.

But not in singing.

During his recital, the whole Bernabéu sang in unison.

"...auld lang syne, auld lang syne. My dear, auld lang syne. We’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne. We’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne."

Spanish and English interwove in the sky of Madrid.

As the sunset spread further and further away.

Florentino looked at Abramovich with a forced smile and said: "Sorry, I’ve something to attend to."

"Please go ahead."

Abramovich said with a smiling shrug.

As soon as Florentino left the box, he couldn’t wait to take out his phone and call Sierra. As soon as the call connected, he shouted: "Damn it, get that DJ out, and for Robben, find somewhere in the summer to get rid of him too, they’re fired, all of them are fired! Damn it, I don’t want to see these bastards again, damn it, get them out quickly for me..."