Ancelotti took Margerie to the cold treatment room on the second floor, where he turned on the chandelier and equipment and pulled the curtains open. At this moment, it was already raining lightly outside, and the rain hit the window, which was not upset, and added to the calm.

"I swear I'll never watch that game again," Ancelotti said calmly as he shrugged his shoulders and looked into Margri's eyes, then pointed to his head: "But I've looked back and analyzed it countless times. ”

Because of the effect of liquid nitrogen, thick white smoke drifted out of the room, and Margery's eyebrows were stained with moisture, and he couldn't see the expression on his face.

'We created a lot of dangerous chances during the game, including Shevana's powerful shot from less than a metre from goal just before the end of the second half, and I think it's incredible how many times I remember it, I don't think Dudek dreamed he could stop him, not so much a save as Shevchenko kicked the ball in his face with all his might.

The small talk that took place in the room and the atmosphere was lovely.

In the course of a long career, every footballer will have his favorite coach or player, and some games that will never be forgotten. Coaches like Carlo Ancelotti have his experience in football; understanding of football; For football stories, he would be a good storyteller. Margery listened quietly most of the time, and only occasionally said a few words, but those few words were like a campfire at night, making An Fat smile.

The match they were talking about was the Champions League final at the Ataq Olympic Stadium in Istanbul on May 25, 2005. Liverpool scored a stunning feat in the second six minutes of the second half, putting AC Milan to the next 10 years of being whipped by the world's football.

"Why don't you watch it? Whatever the outcome, any experience is good for growth, especially negative things, and Ward has always taught me. Margery said slowly, enduring a hint of pain.

"Ward? He's right, I've replayed it in my head countless times! The rain outside began to get heavier, and the voices of the conversation were getting softer and quieter, but Ancelotti seemed to be filled with anger in his body.

"I discharged 4321 and Liverpool 4411, I can see from the formation he chose that the old foxes aim to occupy the numerical advantage of the midfield and play defensive counterattack after the break, and I analyzed two characteristics of them in the Champions League final that year, they did not concede a goal in the three games before the final, and did not lose more than two goals! He's really a tough opponent. "Of course, Benitez didn't expect it, and I missed it, but what happened on the field was completely contrary to the previous analysis, Pirlo used a free kick to assist Maldini to score, and Milan also took an unexpected lead." Of course, due to the premature conceded goal, Liverpool, who had put on a defensive posture before the game, had to attack, and Liverpool's midfield was not as unbreakable as he thought, Pirlo and Kaka launched vertical attacks, and created several threatening attacks, which resulted in the second and third goals. ”

Carlo Ancelotti found a piece of paper and drew a simple floor plan of the pitch, marking the positions of Pirlo, Kaka, Shevchenko and Crespo, and it can be clearly seen that Kaka received a longitudinal pass from Pirlo between the two lines of Liverpool, ran diagonally with Crespo, and then the arrow turned, and the ball was given to Shevchenko on the right, Shevanech in the middle, and finally Crespo scored. The dotted and solid lines on this sketch are staggered, the situation of the enemy and the enemy is clear at a glance, and what is even more commendable is that this is all restored by An Fat with memory, Margery has seen this game more than once, but he can't remember how the ball developed to Sheva's feet.

Margery took the piece of paper as if he were in the middle of the game, he seemed to be Hyypia or Carragher, and as far as the eye could see, AC Milan was a giant turntable like an ancient beast devouring everything. Maybe it was because of the liquid nitrogen, maybe it was because of something else, he felt that his feet were cold, he was stuck in the shackles and couldn't move, and in the distance, Gerald couldn't use half of his strength.

At the end of the first half, the score was 3-0 and the game was fully integrated into Milan's orbit.

"I made a mistake." Ancelotti shook his head helplessly, flipped the piece of paper to the reverse side, and continued to write or mark something, "Benitez made a substitution, they removed Finnan, Hamann in midfield, and changed 4411 to 352 I didn't think it would have any impact on the game, but after a while I realized how wrong I was. Liverpool clenched a fist in midfield and Steven Gerrard was freed to play freely, while Reese and Smitchell moved 10 metres forward, making it difficult for Cafu and Maldini to get in. I found out later, but it's a pity..."Ancelotti raised his arm to look at the time, smiling easily.

Margery took the paper full of positions, looked at it carefully, saw Gerrard and Smitchell from Carragher, Hamann, and Rieser, and then had a strange look on his face: "Are you saying that Liverpool's change of formation makes it difficult for Milan to help protect the gaps on the wings, and then they can use the gaps opened by Gerrard to move the ball on both flanks, creating the possibility of full-backs moving forwards." Stretch out the space, get a local numerical advantage, and break the surface with points? ”

The expression on Ancelotti's face was a little wonderful, he looked at Marger with a calm face and a thoughtful expression, his expression was a little trance, he felt as if he had seen Nesta, this kind of insight into tactics and the horror of the situation on the field only former disciples have such a talent.

'Beautiful, that's right, in fact apart from the first goal, the second goal was the same, Milan made too many mistakes on the marking of the cross-pass, giving Liverpool plenty of space in midfield.

Margery shook his head and said, "No, no, my coach gave us a tactical lesson, and I just wrote him down. ”

"Really?" Ancelotti flashed a moment of loss, but was not noticed, and continued: "It seems that your coach is also a very good person" He could see that Margery was full of respect for Hydward, "Is it called Ward?" I remembered. ”

"Hydeward, his name is Hydeward, Mr. Ancelotti."

Ancelotti just smiled and didn't speak.

Time flew by, and Margery saw that he had been icing for almost twenty minutes, so he stood up, "My boss said, if you calmly analyze the Champions League final in '05, you have done everything you can, but no one would have thought that the ending would be like that, the reality is always more bizarre than imagined." ”

An Fat just shook his head, turned off the instrument, patted Margery on the shoulder and walked to the door.

"What kind of person are you?" Brother Pony asked behind him.

"Like you, two eyes, a mouth, and a nose are just a little more intelligent than many people."

Margery said to Ancelotti's back: "Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, I'll leave Paris, and you are welcome to the promotion play-offs in the Championship." ”

An Fat turned around, "Margery, how about we make a covenant with San Siro?" ”

"What?"

Without answering, Ancelotti turned his head and waved his hand and disappeared into the doorway.