章 860: Red Cloth

Raúl González had some regrets lately. If he had retired a year later, he might have been able to take the club's 10th European Champions Cup as a gift for his retirement. Now, he was simply the manager of Real Madrid, mainly responsible for communication between the senior management and players. As such, when he was with the team, he felt more like a player who simply wore a tuxedo.

When the team was training, he just stood on the sidelines and watched with Coach Michels. He usually did not express his opinion unless Michels asked for it.

Now, he had more to say.

"Michels, for tomorrow's game..." Raúl started to frown.

"Do you want to ask me how sure I am of winning?" Michels smiled. "I really don't know."

"No, I am worried that Nottingham Forest's playstyle will restrain the style we were excellent in." Raúl gently shook his head.