Zidane let out a long sigh.
Back when Real Madrid had wanted to get rid of Makélélé, he had strongly advised against it. Unfortunately, Florentino had not taken his words to heart. At the time, Real Madrid's president had been blinded by the success of the previous three seasons.
But over the next three years, professional football had given him the most painful lesson of his life.
Now, Florentino had made a comeback. Although he placed more importance on defensive players than before, in reality, they still fell far short of the attention given to attacking players. Real Madrid was like this, and so was Barcelona.
Just look at how fragile Barcelona's defense had become. Had Barcelona signed anyone?
No. Not only had they failed to sign anyone, they had even loaned out Alexandre Song.
For these powerhouse clubs, sticking to their own football traditions was like a form of political correctness.
But precisely because he had experienced the pain of losing Makélélé, Zidane had decided that, no matter what, he had to prevent a similar tragedy from happening again. Otherwise, he was deeply worried about whether Galácticos 2.0 could continue on.
After bringing up this heavy topic, both of them suddenly lost the desire to continue the conversation.
Just then, Ancelotti suddenly appeared in the café as well. When he saw the two of them sitting opposite each other, the Italian immediately walked over with a smile, pulled out the chair beside Yang Yang, and sat down.
"What are you two talking about?" Ancelotti asked with interest.
Yang Yang and Zidane exchanged a glance, then smiled.
"We were talking about those Barcelona fans outside, as well as how to play tomorrow's match," Yang Yang replied.
Ancelotti immediately perked up. "Perfect. I was just worrying about this myself. What