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Even Ancelotti, mild-tempered as he was, got a little angry.

A friendly was a friendly.

But conceding straight from kickoff was a bit hard to justify.

Real Madrid had beaten Evergrande 7–1, but that one goal had not come right from the start.

"If you don't want to play, then don't. There are plenty of players who do!"

Ancelotti shouted at the pitch, "From now on, whenever someone makes a mistake, the player directly responsible will be substituted immediately!"

Huang Kaiwen: ...

Holy shit.

Ancelotti was really angry this time.

Only at Milan could he say something like that.

If he dared say it at Real Madrid, Vinicius would be claiming discrimination against him after the match.

Milan's players might have been bigger names than Vinicius, but the team was built differently.

This was a family-centered team: Huang Kaiwen's sons and admirers.

Before Huang Kaiwen even said anything, Ancelotti could scold them however he liked.

"Alright, focus up. Don't make this too ugly."

Huang Kaiwen clapped and shouted.

It had been the players' fault to begin with, so Huang the Ball King naturally sided with the manager.

In the stands, Carolina excitedly shook Cassano's arm. "See? My son scored against AC Milan."

"That's not necessarily a good thing."

Cassano covered his mouth and said, "That kid Kevin holds grudges. I figured that out back when we were at Real Madrid."

Carolina punched him, feeling that he was just jealous of Huang Kaiwen.

"I never expected Beijing Guoan to score first."

"Yes, Kristoff—ah, no, Huang Keji. This Keji first restrains others. There's actually some logic to that. If he restrains his own desires, a player becomes more disciplined, performs better on the pitch, and poses a greater threat to his opponents."

"We can see Christian Maldini and Zhao Enjing in the