Dinatale?
Huang Kaiwen just remembered this guy was a forward.
His goal-scoring ability wasn't bad.
Like himself, he could use both his left and right foot.
Barely considered a professional counterpart.
Now, as long as it wasn't a defensive player, Huang Kaiwen could tolerate it.
When he returned to the player tunnel,
Ancelotti still handed Huang Kaiwen a package.
Huang Kaiwen opened it and looked inside.
To his surprise, it was a colorful cord.
Had Fat Ancelotti finally extended his dark hand towards his motherland?
Ancelotti explained, "This is an amulet I made myself. The colorful thread was bought from Chinatown. The spell from the UEFA Champions League final day must have worked; that's why you performed so well. So, I used the spell to craft another Holy Artifact."
Huang Kaiwen nodded and tied it to his wrist.
This wasn't too hard to accept.
It could only be you, Ancelotti.
Even making Holy Artifacts yourself now.
But it's good, too.