The dimly lit study housed a shrine.
Capello lit three sticks of incense, bowed three times, and inserted them into the incense burner before stepping back.
With a sweep of his right hand, he lifted the hem of his robe to the side. His head tilted back with an air of defiance, his jaw tucked in, his tongue against his gums, his chest hollowed and back straightened, he took a humble breath. Clasping his hands as if holding the Meridian Line, thus connecting Yin and Yang, he knelt on the prayer mat and performed the ritual of three kneels and nine bows.
After completing the ritual,
Capello sat at his desk.
He poured himself a cup of green tea and picked up the "Equal Discourse" on his desk to continue his reading.
Recently, in Huang Kaiwen's absence, Real Madrid had been doing well, maintaining an unbeaten streak.
But Capello was always uneasy, knowing that the real test had yet to come.
He needed to read some classics to calm his mind.
