When AC Milan put out this starting lineup, all of Martivini's efforts for the Italian Cup this season were officially declared successful.
As for the outcome... wouldn't it be better to leave it to the players to write?
He's not Xiao Hua, who likes to write the ending in a script. True masters know how to leave it open-ended.
"Maniero, who do you favor for the championship?" Martivini, noticing the camera, deliberately started a conversation with Maniero nearby.
Otherwise, if it just recorded them awkwardly sitting in silence, wouldn't that seem foolish?
"Of course, it's AC Milan." Maniero was speechless. Did anyone really think San Remo could win?
Especially when Mr. Qiu Wang from San Remo is on the bench.
"I thought so too. When I give the runner-up medals to the boys from San Remo later, I'll comfort them." Martivini felt proud of the players from San Remo. They had achieved everything people could imagine.
Maniero nodded but never took his eyes off Lu Yang's side.
