Football's Soft Rice King: Sister, I Don't Want to Work Hard Anymore
Chapter 32

Li Yufei's Extreme Arrogance, Real Madrid? Just Smash Them

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But since Real Madrid was in the second tier, it also made a theoretical death group possible.

England legend and former Barcelona player Lineker was the guest for this Champions League draw ceremony.

After the first-tier teams were drawn into their respective groups, Li Yufei noticed the people around him silently praying.

"Don't get drawn with Real Madrid, don't get drawn with Real Madrid."

Watching Wilshere and the others muttering prayers to God, Li Yufei was speechless.

Wasn't it just Real Madrid? A team that had been stuck in the round of 16 for five straight years—what was there to fear?

Sure, Li Yufei knew this season's Real Madrid coach was Mourinho, and his Real Madrid couldn't be compared to before.

But as for how strong they really were, that was debatable.

At least Li Yufei remembered that in Mourinho's first year at Real Madrid, they only won the King's Cup.

In both the league and the Champions League, they were crushed by their archrival Barcelona.

A team like that was hardly worth worrying about!

Even if Arsenal got drawn with Real Madrid, Li Yufei was confident he could take them down!

If he couldn't have confidence against a Real Madrid without even a proper three-man midfield, then Li Yufei might as well go home, live off his parents, and leech off his girlfriend.

Why bother playing football at all?

Maybe the heavens heard Wilshere and the others' prayers.

Real Madrid wasn't grouped with Arsenal.

In the second-tier draw, Real Madrid was the second team pulled out and placed in the same group as AC Milan.

When that result came out, Li Yufei clearly sensed the relief in Wilshere and the others as they let out long sighs.

"Good, good, lucky this time—didn't get Real Madrid."

Hearing his teammates cower before the fight, Li Yufei couldn't take it anymore and said bluntly:

"What's the big deal? It's just Real Madrid, isn't it?"

"What's the matter? A team that's always stuck in the round of 16—what's there to be afraid of?"

"If we'd drawn Barcelona, worrying would make some sense."

"What's there to worry about with Real Madrid?"

"Even if we did draw them, just watch me stomp them!"

The moment Li Yufei said this, Wilshere and the others were stunned into silence.

Well...

Say what you will, it was still the same old Frye.

Arrogant as always, looking down on everyone, brimming with confidence.

Fabregas wanted to say something but didn't know how to start.

Because in his view, Frye was like a kid who'd been spoiled since childhood.

He'd never faced any real setbacks, so naturally, he'd developed a personality that was proud, dismissive, and thought he could take on the world.

How strong Real Madrid's current squad was—anyone who followed football knew.

He couldn't understand how Frye could say something so clueless.

Did he have no respect at all for Florentino's big-spending Galácticos 2.0?

As if seeing through Fabregas's thoughts, Li Yufei added:

"I know you're thinking about how many great players Real Madrid bought."

"But does that matter?"

"Did the first batch of Galácticos superstars bring Real Madrid any results?"

"Ronaldo, Zidane, Raul, Figo, David Beckham, Van Nistelrooy, Owen, Carlos..."

"Every one of those players was famous, and what happened?"

"What decent achievements did they get when they were together?"

"Nothing. In the years Ronaldo was at Real Madrid, they only won one La Liga title."

"Zidane came early enough to luck into a Champions League before the Galácticos were fully assembled."

"Let me ask you: do you think this current Real Madrid's paper strength is stronger, or the one with Ronaldo?"

"Do you think Cristiano, Benzema, Kaka, Di Maria, and the others are more famous?"

"So it's Ronaldo, Zidane, Figo, Owen, and David Beckham who have the bigger names?"

"Anyone who doesn't watch football knows the latter group's fame crushes the former."

"If that's the case, then that Real Madrid team—with bigger names and stronger paper strength—won nothing."

"So what's there to fear about this current Real Madrid, whose fame and paper strength fall short of the past?"

To be fair, after Li Yufei's slick sophistry, he actually managed to stump Wilshere, Fabregas, and the others.

Because they realized they couldn't refute Li Yufei's words!

At least on the surface, every sentence Li Yufei said was flawless.

Which sounds more intimidating—Galácticos 1.0 or this current Real Madrid?

Definitely the one with Ronaldo and Zidane!

After all, that Real Madrid simultaneously boasted four Ballon d'Or winners: Ronaldo, Zidane, Figo, and Owen.

If you count Cannavaro later, that's five!

And this current Real Madrid?

Just Cristiano Ronaldo and Kaka.

Two is less than four—no problem there!

Without a careful breakdown, you might actually reach that conclusion.

But Li Yufei knew full well that this Real Madrid's immediate combat strength far surpassed Galácticos 1.0.

Because back then, Real Madrid fully implemented a "buy only the expensive, not the right" policy.

They even let go of Makelele, their only midfield anchor.

The result was a top-heavy Real Madrid with zero defensive capability.

Any team with slightly sharp offense could easily tear through them.

That's why that Real Madrid consistently achieved nothing in the Champions League.

Because in cup competitions like the Champions League, defense wins championships.

And this new Galácticos, helmed by Mourinho, had a defense that couldn't be underestimated!

Their head coach was Mourinho—a championship manager who had perfected defense.

Why did Inter Milan beat the Dream Team Barcelona last season to win the Champions League?

Because their defense was rock-solid!

Barcelona's Possession Control cutting tactics didn't work on Inter Milan.

So Inter won—simple as that.

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