Milan Dynasty: Players on the Attack

As the referee's whistle blew, Ancelotti slumped helplessly into the dugout.

The match had ended in an exceptionally bloody fashion.

Although Real Madrid had conceded thirteen goals, the players were not the stars of the day.

Even the fans in the stands knew what had happened.

"Carlo."

Huang Kaiwen walked over, bent down, and offered his hand. "Are you all right?"

Ancelotti shook his head with a bitter smile. "I'm about to be sacked. But maybe that's for the best. At least I won't have to keep struggling with this. Kevin, I wanted to speak to the reporters, but Florentino wouldn't allow it."

"I understand."

Huang Kaiwen pulled Ancelotti to his feet, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled.

He knew Ancelotti's character very well.

The post-match press conference at the Bernabeu Stadium.

The reporters had been waiting impatiently for this.

Before Huang Kaiwen and the Professor could even sit down, they began firing off questions wildly, completely ignoring Ancelotti, the other central figure in this disaster.

"Kevin, why did you play the full ninety minutes today? Was it revenge against your former club?"

"Mr. Wenger, can you say something about today's match?"

"Arsene, how would you comment on Fernando Sanz?"

"Many people in English football have criticized Real Madrid's actions. Do you think Real Madrid should respond directly, Arsene?"

"John Terry said Real Madrid was a disgrace. What do you think, Kevin?"

"Arsene, did you know about Daniel Maldini and Lorenzo Sanz Duran's wife?"

"..."

The Professor wore a bitter smile. He had known this press conference would not be easy.

But he knew exactly where he stood.

The incident itself had already made him furious.

And Milan's cushy job had received the strong backing of the Italian Emperor.

The Professor knew what he had to do at a