"As long as you don't mess around, the game will be very exciting,"
Capello said sternly.
They were both Italian coaches; who didn't know whom?
Spalletti was also an old fox.
Even without Huang Kaiwen's "Renaissance," coach duels in Italian football were nothing unusual.
"Hehe, it will,"
Spalletti replied with a forced laugh, always feeling that Capello had a hidden message.
He reassured himself that it was because he feared the wizard's affair being discovered, he had been so careful, Capello couldn't possibly have discovered anything.
Back in his own half, Capello looked at the backpack thrown in front of the coach's seat and felt reassured.
No matter how many schemes Spalletti came up with, they couldn't beat the new pair of "Whip of the Gods" that Fabio Capello had bought.
"To think they wouldn't let me start,"
Cassano muttered while sitting on the bench.
He had thought he could show off back at the Roma home ground.
