Dreaming Back to Istanbul

"Can we do it?"

Buffon asked quietly.

Even he was not so sure now.

"Of course we can!"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

The Professor asked worriedly, "How about taking Gigi off for Patrick?"

"It's fine, Coach."

Huang Kaiwen waved his hand. "Patrick is our secret weapon, saved for the final stretch to hit Barcelona. With fewer men, the defensive system won't be complete anyway. Whether Gigi or I is in midfield makes little difference. As long as we hold on, Barcelona will definitely push up out of habit. Then Gigi and Ricardo can charge forward. One of you is tall, the other is quick, and Rodrigo is the Zico of midfield. We have nothing to fear from Barcelona."

Looking at the defenders, he said, "You three take one side, and I'll handle the other myself. You just need to hold down your side, then help cover mine. That way, we'll be fine. I'm leaving my back to you!"

"Got it, Captain!"

Thiago Silva nodded vigorously.

The Professor simply sat down on the bench. At this point, there was not much he could do.

He could only let Huang Kaiwen make the arrangements.

"Alright, everyone gets the general idea. We'll focus on defending, draw them forward, force them to expose weaknesses, then look for chances to counterattack."

Huang Kaiwen smiled. "Gigi might even score a beautiful goal today. It'll become a memory that lasts forever. For us to keep ruling the UEFA Champions League, for our unprecedented fifty-nine-game winning streak, let's go!!!"

"Let's go, let's go, let's go!!!"

The chant shook the room, sweeping away the gloom from before.

Huang Kaiwen gave his teammates no time to think. Raising his hands, he started hopping and singing "The Cup of Life."

The chant of "GOGOGO, ALEALEALE..." drifted through the home