Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

Chapter 560

"Cazzo!!!"

In the VIP box of San Siro Stadium.

Berlusconi angrily knocked over two glasses of champagne on the small table next to him.

The golden champagne spilled on the precious carpet like urine.

Galliani trembled with fear.

Even his breathing became cautious and silent.

However, Berlusconi, who has been in a high position for a long time.

He did not further adopt extreme methods to vent his dissatisfaction.

His voice instantly became cold and emotionless.

"Ancelotti is a waste, and the team is also a bunch of waste."

"A waste coach with waste players."

"It's a disgusting game."

Galliani still didn't dare to speak.

How dare he refute?

In fact.

Ancelotti is already the best coach recognized in the entire Serie A, no one else!

And AC Milan's current lineup is definitely star-studded.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to make it to the Champions League semi-finals.

"Forget it, that's it. I don't have time to deal with these things. I have to prepare for re-election next year in the second half of the year."

"Everything about the team will be your responsibility until the end of my campaign, Adriano."

"I don't want to worry about any problems with this broken ball anymore."

After saying these words, Berlusconi stood up.

Escorted by two black-clad bodyguards, he left the champagne-scented box.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

After making sure that he heard Berlusconi's footsteps gradually fading away, Galliani gasped heavily.

He sat back in his seat.

He lightly poured himself another glass of champagne and shook it in his hand.

Then he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

The humble expression and attitude a few minutes ago disappeared, replaced by a majestic tone.

"Ancelotti. Come see me after the interview. I need you to explain to me today's loss."

Galliani hung up the phone and took a sip of the champagne in his hand.

Then he took the cigar that was still burning in the glass on the table in his other hand.

Hiss~

Ha~

The box was instantly filled with smoke.

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On the other end of the phone, Ancelotti, who was hung up, glanced at the dead atmosphere in the locker room.

No words.

He walked quickly to the post-match press conference.

The atmosphere at the scene was very subtle, divided into three groups of people.

The media from the Premier League were smiling, the local media had a bad expression, and the media from other leagues had a look of eating melons.

And the first media to ask questions.

It was Alicia, a reporter from the most influential local "Gazzetta dello Sport".

"Mr. Ancelotti, what do you think is the main reason for the team's loss today?"

Ancelotti closed his eyes and heard Su Fei's zero-degree angle lore, with a slightly unwilling expression.

"We failed to defend Su's last shot."

"Just that one shot? You also let Su score a header in the first half."

"The fact is that it is difficult to completely restrict a star of that level."

Alicia was obviously not very satisfied with Ancelotti's answer. She did not see the responsibility of a team coach.

But she did not have the opportunity to continue asking questions.

Because Ancelotti had already signaled the host to arrange the next reporter.

"I am Joey, a reporter from the Manchester Evening News. I am very happy to have the opportunity to interview you, Mr. Ancelotti!"

Premier League media?

Ancelotti saw the reporter's bright smile and had a good impression. He felt that this guy should not embarrass himself like the reporter from Milan Sports Daily.

Result.

"Mr. Ancelotti, today's game reminded me of the team's defeat in the 2005 final. What do you think are the similarities between these two games?"

? ? ?

What's the point of talking about something else?

Ancelotti didn't expect this Premier League reporter to mention Istanbul?

Damn it!

This question is even worse than the one from the Gazzetta dello Sport reporter just now.

"There is nothing in common between these two games."

"But Milan lost both games, and they were both leading..."

"Can this be considered a commonality? Milan lost more than just that one game. I don't want to mention other games today!!"

Joey's question was rudely interrupted by Ancelotti.

He had a hunch.

The next question might be more difficult to deal with.

And it was indeed the case.

Because the next reporter did not ask questions, but brought a shocking news to the media on the scene.

Immediately after the game, Manchester City coach Stewart suddenly fell seriously ill and is now being rescued in the ICU.

Everyone was stunned, including Ancelotti.

Football is above many things.

But in the face of life and death, the media forgot to make things difficult for Ancelotti, and Ancelotti temporarily forgot the pain of being defeated.

"Stewart is a good man and a very good coach. God will keep him safe."

Finally.

The interview ended with Ancelotti's words.

The reporters on the scene began to ask each other which hospital Stewart was sent to for rescue.

Some reporters.

Even set off in advance and rushed out of the interview site.

Smart.

Even if there was no news, they ran out with these reporters.

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Milan Niguarda Hospital, outside an ICU rescue room.

Oliver, Su Fei, Knight.

The three sat on the cold bench, waiting.

"Su, Knight... you two should go back too. I will give you the news as soon as possible..."

Although sadness occupied Oliver.

But he has not forgotten his identity as the assistant to the head coach.

The other players of Manchester City went back under persuasion.

Only these two.

Just don't want to leave.

It's not that Oliver can't understand the feelings of the two.

But for players, especially stars of Su Fei's level, it is not appropriate to stay in public like this.

"I won't leave until the operation is over."

Knight's tone was firm, his eyes were swollen from crying.

Su Fei didn't speak, looking at the floor in front of him.

Oliver hugged the shoulders of the two, his voice trembling.

"Sir, he will definitely be fine."

The three fell into silence, leaving only the low sobs echoing from time to time in the hospital corridor and the sound of the cold cart.

Another hour passed.

The light in the ICU is still red.

This means that the patients inside are still in danger.

Su Fei is very anxious.

He really didn't expect it.

He won the game.

But the old man fell down because of a sudden heart attack.

This undoubtedly casts a shadow on Manchester City's victory in this game.

But Su Fei is only concerned about Stuart's safety now.

I still remember.

At that time, he and Stuart met in a hospital in the Netherlands...

Tap tap tap!

The three of them looked up and saw that the person coming was Stuart's wife Serena, wearing slippers and messy hair.

Since Su Fei joined Manchester City.

He has not met Stuart's wife a few times, but I heard that the relationship between the two has always been very good.

Now it seems that it is true.

This dress shows that after learning the news, she didn't even have time to change her shoes and flew over from England in a hurry.

Serena grabbed Oliver's arm with a crying voice.

"Oliver! What's wrong? Is he... is he okay?"

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