"Go on! Grab it! Damn it, someoop an Italian!"

  "My God, Negredo, are you me? I run faster than you och!"

  "Oh, Zidane, what are you doing? Turn around, get rid of the ball, and pass it!"

  "Oh, my God, Real Madrid's genius has been ruined by that ese kid!"

  "Is this still the Real Madrid we know?"

  "Pass back, pass back, all you know is how to pass back."

  "Pass forward, run forward, Real Madrid!"

  "Why aren't you pressing?"

  "I knew I shouldn't have hoped for you."

  ...

  In the box, there were bursts of old yet eic roars.

  This voice was different from the roar of Real Madrid President Martin. Martin sounded angrier and cruder.

  Anyone familiar with Real Madrid's current fans khis roar came from the biggest fake fan in Real Madrid's history, er, no, the most dedicated fan, King Juan Carlos I of Spain.

  All of Spain knew he liked Real Madrid, and the royal family did too.

  But there was a riddle cirg in the upper css: why does our king, who has watched Real Madrid for decades, still not uand the game?

  Some joked that it was because Real Madrid only had stars and no football.

  Others said His Majesty the King watched football only to vent the male hormones he squandered on 1,500 mistresses.

  All in all, this was a tury-old mystery, possibly worthy of a Nobel Prize.

  Retly, everyone close to His Majesty the King knew he was very dissatisfied with Gao Shen's ma of Real Madrid.

  But his reasons were different from other Real Madrid fans.

  Real Madrid fans were dissatisfied with Gao Shen because they felt he was too young and unqualified to coach Real Madrid, but King Juan Carlos had other s.

  The more important reason was that he had ented in the media before that he thought it was absurd fao Shen to coach Real Madrid.

  Uedly, some media directly questioned him in the neer: it be more absurd than your 1,500 mistresses?

  His Majesty the King had no way to respond to the uned king, so he could only take his anger out on the unfortunate Real Madrid coach.

  So, he would e to every home game of Real Madrid, and then scold him fiercely. When the game didn't go his way, he started scolding until the end, panting and sweating.

  God knows, why did he and Gao Shen have such deep hatred?

  If Gao Shen knew all this, he would probably invite him to join the great cause of scolding the national football team, which would definitely be a great help for domestis.

  But at this moment, in the Bernabeu box, after seeing Real Madrid withdraw, Juan Carlos I sat ba his seat angrily, grabbed a gss of water, and gulped it down, exhaling heavily afterward.

  He had to rest, catch his breath, and gather the strength to tinue scolding.

  "Real Madrid stinks tonight!"

  "Especially that ese kid. He made a big fuss before the game, and the start was even mgressive, making everyohink he was going to py offensive football. But what happened..."

  "You know what it's like?"

  "It's like a beautiful woman flirting with you, the atmosphere is thick, your emotions and desires have peaked, you've taken off your clothes, and suddenly she tells you that her aunt has e to visit, damn it!"

  After speaking, His Majesty the King pointed a middle fiowards the pitch.

  Everyone around watched their noses and their hearts, seeming used to all this.

  "I'll put it here now. If he defeat Juventus tonight, I'll let him sit ohrone!" His Majesty the King shouted angrily, getting more and mitated.

  He didn't know why, but the more he looked at Gao Shen, the less pleasing he found him.

  But just as His Majesty's voice fell, Ramos suddenly turned around and pleted a beautiful defense.

  After stealing the ball, the Real Madrid tral defender tio drive forward.

  Juan Carlos I immediately got excited, stood up from his seat like a fighting cock, ched his fists with both hands, and stared at the field, "e on, e on!"

  Ramos passed the ball to Zidane, who trolled it with his bad then passed it back to Gravesen.

  "Damn it, why pass back?"

  But before he finished speaking, Gravesen made a long pass to the unmarked Beckham on the right.

  Beckham quickly dribbled the ball into the penalty area, attrag Juventus' left-back Chiellini.

  "Pass! Pass! Pass, Beckham!"

  Beckham, seemingly about to cross, suddenly pushed the ball to the bottom line on the right side of the penalty area.

  Immediately, a white figure darted past Beckham, caught up with the ball, adjusted slightly, and without waiting for Chiellini to catch up, crossed with his right foot.

  In the penalty area, Juventus' defense was focused on the right, marking Real Madrid's left.

  Raul, Zidane, and Gravesen were all there, f Juventus to pay attention.

  Uedly, Gravesen moved to the right, and Juventus' defense had to follow.

  This disrupted Juventus' defensive deployment.

  Especially when Arbeloa made the cross, Negredo rushed forward, aiming for avaro's position.

  Everyone knew avaro wasn't tall, but Negredo was a high ter.

  In a hurry, Thuram didn't have time to think and followed Negred to help avaro mark Real Madrid's ter and prevent a direct header.

  Arbeloa's pass was fast with a low arc, just high enough to pass over everyone's heads.

  Thuram looked up and saw the ball fly over his head. His first rea was: Terrible!

  Turning around, the French defender saw Raul, who had just moved from the left, dart forward like a ghost, ahead of Zambrotta, ahe ball.

  The ball hit Raul's head, ged dire, a straight to the left side of Juventus' goal.

  Buffon, having just run from the left to the right of the goal, hadn't stabilized his ter of gravity and couldn't save.

  "Wow!!!!!!"

  The entire Bernabeu erupted in a deafening roar, and even everyone in the box cheered, with Juan Carlos I g his fists and shoutiedly, showing no hint of the king of a try, looking more like an 80-year-old man.

  After Raul scored, he ran out of the field excitedly, kissing his fingers as he went.

  Behind him, Real Madrid pyers rushed forward to celebrate.

  In front of the head coach's bench, Gao Shen jumped high, waving his arms vigorously in the air, extremely excited.

  This se was captured by live cameras and shown to all Real Madrid fans and viewers worldwide, filling everyoh excitement.

  Real Madrid scored!

  Oo zero!

  ...

  Capello watched the se o disbelief.

  Even now, he couldn't figure out how Real Madrid's goal happened.

  But soohought of Gravesen's long pass and Beckham on the right, Juventus' left.

  Thinking again, Capello uood.

  Arbeloa's sudden forward move was key to this goal!

  "Is Arbeloa really that fast?" Capello wondered.

  After being promoted to the first team by Gao Shen, this Real Madrid youth pyer had bee a mainstay, always diligent in defense, but not known for offense. Why was his sprint so good?

  And Nedved, supposed to be on the left guarding Arbeloa, was too te to return, leaving the left open for Arbeloa to seize the ce with Beckham.

  Was this an actal attack?

  No!

  Capello quickly shook his head. Arbeloa's cross didn't go to the clredo, but to Raul at the back. This nned move.

  Negredo was a decoy to fuse avaro and Thuram!

  Realizing this, Capello cpped his hands hard, the pain making him hiss, regretting deeply.

  He had been fooled!

  "Mass egg!!!" Capello was furious.

  Being deceived in su important game by a 25-year-old junior was uable.

  "This is what he meant by our deadliest loophole!" Capello realized.

  Is this loophole big?

  Big or small, it depends on how the oppo uses it.

  Capello was really upset now.

  Not just the humiliation of being deceived, but Juventus now faced their worst sario: a strong attack!

  Everyone knew Juventus had issues with attag, perf worse at home than away.

  Defensive terattacks were Capello and Juventus' forte.

  But now, one goal behind, Juventus had to press forward.

  And if Gao Shen wasn't stupid, he'd definitely adopt a steady terattack, let Juventus press, and then terattack them.

  More importantly, uhe first leg, Real Madrid had Ronaldo on the bench tonight.

  In Turin, Capello dared to press because Real Madrid cked speed pyers for terattacks.

  But tonight was different. Ronaldo had just pyed a terattack game against Bara at Camp Nou. If Juventus pressed again, Gao Shen would definitely let Ronaldo e up and use Capello's best method against him.

  At this moment, Capello really wao curse.

  Not just the humiliation of being deceived, but more importantly, Juventus now faced a sario they were worst at: a strong attack!

  Everyone khat Juventus had a serious problem with attag, so their home performance was worse than away.

  Defensive terattacks were Capello's and Juventus' forte.

  But now, with one goal behind, Juventus had to press forward.

  And if Gao Shen wasn't foolish, he would surely adopt a steady terattack, let Juventus press out, and then hit them with a terattack.

  More importantly, uhe first leg, tonight Real Madrid had Ronaldo on the bench.

  In Turin, Capello dared to press high because he was certain that Real Madrid cked fast pyers and couldn't terattack effectively.

  But tonight is different. Ronaldo just unched a terattack against Bara at Camp Nou. If Juventus dares to press again, Gao Shen will definitely let Ronaldo exploit this by using Capello's ow strategy against him.

  At this moment, Capello really wao curse.