Greatest Of All Legends-Chapter 632 - 5 Games Left

Chapter 632: 5 Games Left

**26th April 2021**

The Uventus coachbus drove slowly into the Continassa before stopping in the parking lot for it’s passengers to deboard.

The Uventus players quickly began getting off the bus and walking into the training ground.

Normally, the players would have a day off after every match so they could rest their exhausted muscles, and sometimes, the club would arrange recovery session where the players would be able to alleviate some of their muscle exhaustion with massages, swimming, or light exercises like yoga.

Today however, the players would be doing training in preparation for their upcoming game in the Champions League.

This was mostly because most of the first team members didn’t start the previous game and they weren’t too exhausted from the match, hence they wouldn’t have any issues training.

Of course no one would admit out loud that another major reason for this decision from the manager was that the team had only drawn the game against Fiorentina instead of getting the three points the manager wanted so dearly for them to get.

Before the match, they were a point behind Inter Milan and getting the win would have put them two points ahead, buying them a lead and all they would have needed to do was to do their best to maintain it, but instead, after getting an equalizer, the Uventus players seemed to have taken off their shooting boots and only kept firing blanks.

Even bringing on the first team players later on hadn’t been able to save the situation. Too much time had gone by without them being able to build any momentum, so it was difficult to generate any momentum in the dying minutes.

Now they were stuck on the same points as Inter Milan, who had a goal difference of +44 as opposed to Uventus’s goal difference of +31.

Anyone who had been watching football long enough would know that with just five games left in the season, that much difference in goal difference was insurmountable. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

With the season in its dying embers, every team would be striving tooth and nail to get the best they can from the few games left.

Pirlo couldn’t even confidently say that his team could win the five remaining games.

Apart from the desperate mid-table and relegation zone teams they would be playing against, there were matches against AC Milan and Inter Milan within those five games that were left.

The rest of the season was to be a fight for their life, and this was why he wanted to take the lead earlier.

At least this way, they would have some momentum, but whatever momentum they were trying to build had inevitably dulled for the time being.

Pirlo had a feeling that the match against Inter Milan would be the final decider for the league title, however, it was still a few weeks away and for now, all he could do was prepare his players for the upcoming game.

Jason got down from the bus with his bag slung across his shoulder and his headphones on, walking along behind the other players as they made their way to the dressing rooms to change their clothes.

A few minutes later, the players were all dressed up and heading out of the dressing rooms, but they didn’t head to the field yet.

The training session was to begin with muscle recovery sessions like massages, yoga, and stretching. It was majorly to cater to the players who had played in the game against Fiorentina the previous day.

Thus, some of the players were to go start their training session with massages and yoga while the rest went out to the field to begin the actual training.

The day’s training started lightly and gradually intensified as the training went on.

At some point, Jason was sitting on the grass, taking a breather after an especially intense agility drill, and Cuadrado sat beside him, also breathing heavily.

They sat in silence for a minute before Cuadrado broke the silence, his gaze on Ronaldo, who was shooting ball after ball at Gigi Buffon.

“Look at that man, going at the ball like he wants vengeance or something,” Cuadrado chortled.

“… Well, he and Madrid didn’t exactly part on amicable terms, but I think that’s just how he trains whenever we have a tough game coming up,” Jason said after a second of thought, but in response was another powerful shot from Ronaldo that smashed into the back of the net, leaving Buffon grasping nothing but air.

“… Though, that is especially ferocious shooting, even for him,” Jason added after watching Ronaldo tear up the field after taking the shot, then running back to shoot from 30 yards out, a ball that had been set up for him by a trainer.

With thunderous power, the ball rocketed across the field and tore into the back of the net.

“Bruh, he’s making Gigi look like his legendary keeper title is a joke,” Mckennie, who had sideled up to them at some point, muttered in a low voice, but not low enough that it escaped Jason’s and Cuadrado’s ears.

The three of them laughed for a bit, and after another minute, Jason stood back up.

“Let’s get back to training before it begins to look like we’re lazy,” he said, flicking up a ball that was nearby.

“With that old man tearing up the field like that, we have to train another 4 hours to make it seem like we’re not slacking off,” Mckennie groaned in exasperation.

“We have to train that much if we’re going to survive Madrid anyway, so the earlier, the better,” Cuadrado replied, also getting up.

“It can’t be that hard man. Chris was their main man and he’s here with us now. Who should I be scared of?” Mckennie scoffed confidently.

“Hazard?” Jason said and kicked the ball that he was juggling over to Cuadrado.

“He just got back from injury, not to mention, he’s not really played well this season,” Mckennie replied while Cuadrado caught the ball on his chest, let it fall to his outstretched foot and began to juggle it.

“Bale?” Jason mentioned another name.

“Same thing,” Mckennie replied immediately.

“Come on now, that’s Bale were talking about. You couldn’t even catch the air 2 meters behind him if he runs past you,” Jason laughed.

“Even with crutches, Hazard could dance circles around him,” Cuadrado added, kicking the ball back over to Jason.

“Hey!” Mckennie called out, feeling the burn.

Jason trapped the incoming ball under his foot, bringing it to a stop, his face turning serious,

“It’s the same Madrid that won Champions League three times consecutively… and one of those three times was against Uventus, and we both know how bad of a thrashing that was,”

“In of that iconic team, only one person has moved on, and he was replaced by an equally dangerous player,”

“You may not think much of them because they’ve been out of sorts this season and the last,”

“Every other team has been taking their own bites out of them ever since Ronaldo left… but they are our opponents for the semi-finals and it’s going to be on their own turf,”

“… Do not make the mistake of underestimating them,” Jason said.