Happy Birthday, Kevin

"We don't have much hope."

Paolo Maldini said.

Fellow Brazilian Aldair nodded and asked, "Do you think we'd have a chance without Kevin?"

Falcao was far more accomplished than they were. Though his career honors were nothing special, he had been truly brilliant on the pitch.

And the atmosphere in Brazil really did not place much importance on honors.

Flashy players were the ones people loved.

Not only was Falcao technically superb, but he also read the game exceptionally well.

Even when Maradona was sent off with a red card, he had once said, "I meant to kick Falcao, but I kicked the wrong person. Falcao's organization in midfield was just too good."

Falcao shook his head. "Though I don't want to admit it, Roma will struggle to beat AC Milan. This is a match between a few top players and ten top players. Even without Kevin, they would find an opportunity sooner or later."

Quite a few Roma legends nodded along.

Roma had never been a weak team, but they were always just short of that final breath.

To win titles, they not only had to do well themselves, but also needed their opponents to perform poorly.

And that had become increasingly obvious.

After all, stars cost tens of millions now. No club could keep relying on luck and scouts forever.

That was why old-timers like them had come to support the club, hoping Roma could get a wealthier owner. These legendary players all understood that, without money, the club would not be able to compete in the future.

"ROMA ROMA..."

The Red Wolves supporters continued chanting their team's name.

Totti and De Rossi roared on the pitch, reminding their teammates.

This team had a spirit that never surrendered.

The head coach truly was not all that important to