The Red Wolves' fighting spirit remained strong, but their fans were not nearly as energetic.
They had turned from wolves into dogs.
What had happened with Totti earlier had drained too much of their energy, and the interruption in the match was another objective factor.
Many of the fans who cursed the fiercest would lose their voices after a single match.
The even fiercer shouting and the interrupted game became the final straw that broke them.
The fourth official had already raised the board for five minutes of added time.
Yet there was no encouragement for their players from the Roma stands.
They could not shout anymore!
That discovery made the Rossoneri even happier.
In their minds, it was not that those Roma barbarians could no longer shout. Milan had conquered them.
They began singing their team anthem in the stands.
"Milan, Milan, we only wish to support you..."
Sacchi stood at the touchline in high spirits, both hands in his pockets.
His appearance, however, could hardly be called refined.
The expensive suit beneath that bald head was not exactly out of place, but compared with a master coach, he looked more like a Hollywood movie supervillain. Put him in a jersey and he would not look too different from Stam.
Still, Arrigo Sacchi was in an excellent mood at that moment.
He was already preparing to slap those reporters in the face at the post-match press conference and teach them a lesson.
Fake strong teams relied on their core players, with the big names never missing a major clash.
A truly formidable team had no core player. Everyone was part of the team; they simply had different roles and responsibilities.
Marco Lanna looked at his teammates and could not help shouting, "The match is almost over. You don't