"This Real Madrid team is simply too difficult to deal with!"
On the home team's bench, Assistant Coach Marco Landucci furrowed his brows, wearing a deeply troubled expression as he complained worriedly to Head Coach Allegri beside him.
"They have a deep squad and plenty of options. They can play attractive attacking football, and they have enough technical ability to play good possession football. If they want to, they can also sit back and play on the counterattack, or even focus entirely on defending..."
By the time Marco Landucci finished speaking, he looked as though he was about to collapse.
In fact, Real Madrid had been enough to drive people mad these past few years!
"If that weren't the case, how do you think they managed to win three consecutive titles and then four consecutive titles over the past eight years?" Allegri asked bitterly in return.
Wasn't that the truth?
Real Madrid's current achievements were unprecedented in European Football, and even in the history of world football.
What had they relied on?
Luck?
Wrong. Luck could only bring temporary good fortune, but Real Madrid's performance over so many years was absolutely not down to luck. It was strength.
From Benitez to Ancelotti, and finally under Yang Yang and Zidane, they had reached their true peak.
Although this team seemed to be showing signs of decline, it was still the most dominant team on the planet.
Balanced and comprehensive, Real Madrid had excelled in all three areas: attacking, control, and defense.
A team like this was simply terrifying!
Just then, they saw Ramos foul Dybala while defending him on the pitch and receive a yellow card from the referee. Yang Yang, meanwhile, waved toward the visiting team's bench from a distance.
Zidane quickly responded. Hazard came over to Zidane's side, then