In 2006, on a rainy morning, Allegri came to the dining table and made a pot of coffee.

Opening the newspaper, the phone scandal suddenly appeared on the front page.

He knew that Italian football was in trouble and that an era was over.

Calciopoli has caused the entire Italian football, especially the wealthy clubs, to encounter a huge crisis. AC Milan has also changed from the top team in Europe to the second-tier team in Europe. Berlusconi even had to sell his team.

Allegri was lost in thought, when Kaka called him.

"Boss."

…

Allegri calmed down, and all the expectant faces in the locker room stared at him.

Allegri tapped the tactical board.

"With Gattuso and Boateng unable to play, our defense will be very difficult. Ambrosini, you have to get closer to the back line and make up for the space in front of the penalty area."

"yes."

Allegri nodded to Frenchman Flamini, "You have to keep an eye on Tang Zhenglong."

"yes."

"Okay, that's it."

Allegri went to the bathroom, washed his face, and Kaka followed.

"Boss, you look very tired."

"Haha, I got distracted."

"Is it because of me?"

"Of course not, don't worry about it."

"That is……"

Allegri spread his hands and said, "I know that after 2006, it will be impossible for Italian football to retain big-name superstars."

"But Italian football can't be like this, don't you think?"

Kaka nodded.

"I want to win the Champions League again and let the world know that Italian football is still alive."

Kaka clenched his fists and said, "This is also my dream."

"That's good."

Allegri understands that if Kaka leaves, the Champions League dream will be even more difficult.

Allegri patted Kaka on the shoulder and said, "Go ahead."

****

The Champions League theme song played, and both sides were excited.

After the pre-game greetings, the game officially started.

A ding sound.

Mission: Confession to Barbara Berlusconi after scoring a goal.

Reward: The fourth Dragon Ball.

…

…

…

"System, I'm injured."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm so angry with you."

"..."

"This is the San Siro Stadium in Milan. If you ask me to confess to the daughter of Milan boss Silvio Berlusconi, and after scoring a goal, wouldn't this kill me?"

"You promised to accompany me to become the world champion? Doesn't it count if you die?"

…

"Master, don't you think this is fun?"

"No."

"And even if the people in Milan don't kill me, those people in Madrid won't be able to spare me after I go back."

…

"Master, you can refuse the mission."

Tang Zhenglong immediately remembered the punishment in the World Cup. The system is not a paper tiger. This guy is really showing off his power.

"System, what if I can't score?"

"Then the dragon balls will be given to you for free."

"real!!!!"

"But the premise is that you can't fake an injury, you can't deliberately fail to score, and you can't deliberately waste opportunities. In short, all intentional behaviors are illegal."

Tang Zhenglong thought for a while, that is to say, it is a bit difficult not to score goals based on ability.

"All right."

Tang Zhenglong felt that it was at least much better than confessing to Barbara Berlusconi, which was really too much.

Flamini stayed close to Tang Zhenglong.

Tang Zhenglong patted him and said, "Can I ask you a favor?"

"What?"

"Kick me down, but be gentle, preferably with the intensity that will keep me out for a week."

Flamini was stunned. How despicable was this man?

"I won't be fooled, Boateng was the one who was harmed by you."

Tang Zhenglong was stunned for a moment.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm serious this time. Just kick me. I promise not to tell the referee. I'll just say I threw it myself."

Flamini is going crazy, what on earth is this guy doing?

So Flamini was careful when defending Tang Zhenglong, never kicking him to avoid being sent off.

Tang Zhenglong saw that his opponent did not kick him, so he thought: "If I fall down and twist my ankle, does that count?"

"Oh."

Tang Zhenglong threw himself on the ground.

"It's okay. Damn, you're in great shape. Is your body so easily injured after falling nine times a night?"

Tang Zhenglong fell again.

The referee noticed Tang Zhenglong's abnormal behavior.

"What are you doing? Are you practicing diving? I tell you, in front of me, it is impossible to succeed in diving."

…

Tang Zhenglong Khan died.

"Give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise you will get a yellow card."

When Tang Zhenglong saw the referee preparing to take out the cards, he had an idea.

"That's right. I admire the San Siro Stadium so much. This is the holy place for football players. I worship it."

Tang Zhenglong knelt down and kissed the lawn.

"You don't mind it being dirty?"

"It's not dirty, it smells like earth."

The referee had goosebumps all over his body, this is really weird.

"Okay, don't fall. I know you like to fall."

"Referee, please don't talk nonsense, okay? I never dive. That's all written nonsense by the media."

"Your case of diving has been written into the UEFA referee manual, and we use your case during training."

duang!!

Boom!!
To be continued...