"Spain is finished."
Ramos said with a smile.
In Milan's previous draws, the opponents had always snatched the opening goal.
But whenever Milan scored first, they never failed to win.
The players were still the same players, and with Huang Kaiwen in goal, he simply could not imagine what chance Spain had.
"Yeah, and even if they drag it to a penalty shootout, Spain still has no chance."
Kaka said with a smile as well.
Inzaghi curled his lip.
Whenever penalty shootouts came up, he remembered that match against Huang Kaiwen before the UEFA Champions League final twenty-five years ago. The bastard had saved so many of his shots that it left him traumatized.
It seemed that from that moment on, he had felt Huang Kaiwen could do anything.
"Are there any players we want to bring in next season?"
Kaka asked.
With the World Cup having reached this stage, he felt he had not been particularly impressed by players from other teams.
"Ask Kevin. I thought that England goalkeeper from before was pretty good."
Ramos meant Britz.
He just could not remember the name.
The match unfolded exactly as everyone had expected.
Spain had no drive at all.
Every time they tried to attack, they could find no opening. After several failed attempts, they lost what little fighting spirit they had.
The game became rather dull.
"Spain may be planning to make adjustments in the second half. That is a fairly good approach."
"We can see Ramos shouting for the players not to push too far forward. Saving energy where they can is a good thing. AC Milan played every possible match last season, so the players' fitness should not be in great shape right now."
"Yes, AC Milan played too many matches. Fortunately, they could at least rotate