[Completely rewriting everything. Just treat this story as a nonsensical extra.]
From the moment Berlusconi announced that he had completed the sale of AC Milan, events began to veer in another direction like a train jumping the tracks. Years later, when the Rossoneri look back, all they can say is: Thank you to the new boss who fell from the sky that day in 2000!
After all, not every club gets to experience this:
A new boss who looks underage takes over → the new boss quits and leaves Milan to his younger brother → the new boss becomes FIFA president for Milan's sake
Now let's all say it: Mao is rich, Mao loves you, Mao is waiting for you in Milan!
Reader's guide:
△ I'm still catching up on football matches and interview videos.
△ I started writing simply to put the scenes I imagined on paper, so the story may have no logic, and the content will be fragmented and jump around.
Theme: Make up for regrets and give the story a happy ending.
Ugh, it's still a baby, no, it's not even a baby. 😭.