A beautiful trivela assist and an iconic samba-style celebration successfully sent Manchester City directly into the FA Cup final. With their place secured, City now only needs to wait to discover their opponent, as Arsenal prepares to face Tottenham Hotspur in the other semifinal clash, a match expected to deliver intense rivalry and high stakes.
Inside the playersâ lounge at Maine Road, the squad of Manchester City deliberately gathered after training to watch the match broadcast on television. The atmosphere was relaxed but focused, as the result would determine their potential opponent in the final.
Tonightâs match was being held at St. Jamesâ Park, the home ground of Newcastle. The stadium roared with energy as fans filled every corner, creating an intimidating stage for the semifinal showdown.
"How many wins has Arsenal secured in their last six matches?" asked Zidane, his eyes still fixed on the screen.
Across the room, AndrĂ© Villas-Boas remained silent for a moment, carefully analysing the tactical movements displayed during the pre-match coverage. His presence at the club was not ceremonial; he served as Cityâs tactical scout.
"Five wins and one draw," answered André Villas-Boas, making Zinedine Zidane nod in acknowledgment.
Everyone was certain that Arsenal would beat Tottenham Hotspur convincingly. After all, their resurgence under their new coach was no joke. Zidane then turned toward Thierry Henry, who was quietly twirling his pasta.
"Thierry, you were trained by ArsĂšne Wenger at AS Monaco, right?"
"Huh?" Henry was taken aback for a moment before wiping his mouth with a napkin and adding, "Yeah... why?"
"So, do you think Arsenal will win?"
"Absolutely," Henry said with firm conviction.
Everyone thought the same. But as the match progressed toward the 89th minute, the room fell silent.
Arsenal 0 â 1 Tottenham Hotspur
During the FA Cup 1998â99 semifinal, the decisive moment came through a flash of brilliance from David Ginola.
The match had been tense and tightly contested, with Tottenham defending resolutely and limiting Arsenalâs clear chances. The breakthrough arrived in the second half through a swift counterattack, when Ginola received the ball on the left flank following a defensive clearance.
Spotting space ahead, Ginola advanced confidently toward the edge of the penalty area. Using his trademark elegance and close control, he cut inside, slipping past the approaching Lee Dixon.
However, as Dixon glanced behind to check for supporting runners, he hesitatedâuncertain whether to close Ginola down or block a potential passing lane. Ginola seized the moment.
From just outside the box, he unleashed a powerful and precise right-footed strike. The ball curved past the outstretched David Seaman and flew into the corner of the net, leaving him with little chance to react.
PHWEEEE~
"Alright, everyone, attention!" José Mourinho called out as he clapped his hands loudly, forcing every player of Manchester City to shift their focus toward him.
The relaxed atmosphere from moments earlier quickly vanished. Conversations died down, chairs stopped creaking, and even the faint clatter of utensils against plates came to a halt.
"I know all of you were watching that match carefully," he continued, crossing his arms. "Good. Because that"âhe gestured toward the paused television screenâ"is now our reality."
Several players straightened their posture. Some exchanged glances, while others leaned forward, already anticipating the tactical discussion that would follow.
"Low block and counter," José Mourinho said firmly.
A faint murmur of agreement spread across the room.
Mourinho walked closer to the screen and picked up the remote from the table. With a single click, the replay froze at the exact moment David Ginola prepared to strike.
"Look here," Mourinho said, pointing toward the screen. "The transition begins from a clearance, not a build-up. They donât waste time. They donât chase possession. They wait... patiently... for one mistake."
He pressed the remote again, letting the clip run for a few seconds before pausing it once more as Ginola began drifting inside.
"Notice the spacing," Mourinho continued, his voice calm but commanding. "Arsenalâs defensive line is organized, but their midfield is late in tracking back. That creates this pocket of spaceâ"
And so the tactical briefing continued.
After the FA Cup and Champions League semifinals, the British media immediately erupted with excitement.
What was the headline in The Sun?
"The Treble Is Within Reach: Manchester United Is Set to Create the Biggest Miracle in English Football History!"
However, to be honest, it was not only about United. The German media, such as Kicker and Bild-Zeitung, also analyzed Munichâs championship prospects, declaring Bayern Munich the top contenders for the title.
The reason was simple. Bayern Munich had clearly dominated the league and secured the championship by Round 31!
Of course, theoretically, both Manchester United and Bayern Munich were in the same position. Both had already won their domestic leagues, and both were still competing in domestic cup competitions.
It was just that when one team was in the spotlight, the media would elevate them to celestial heights, drawing all attention toward them. But when they stumbled, the same spotlight would turn harsh, crushing them relentlessly until there was nothing left to endure. In such an environment, sympathy was a scarce commodity. No one is perfect; mistakes happen and teams endure their share of defeats. This is news, and all the media turned these common elements of football into sensational headlines.
While Manchester City hoped to focus on their next match, unbeknownst to them, two figures had just arrived at the city airport. One was dressed in a sharp suit and sunglasses; the other wore a mask, a hat, and dark glasses, and both immediately headed toward Maine Road.
People wearing masks like that probably wouldnât draw attention on their own, but if someone added sunglasses, a hat, and a mask all together... well, if Richard had been here, he would probably recognize them and be immediately alert.
Luciano Moggi and Giovanni Agnelli.
One was the proud owner, and the other was the General Manager and transfer architect. When the owner of one of the biggest clubs in Europe was spotted at the airportâand his destination was clearly the stadiumâbeing alert was no longer optional
Arriving from Turin to Manchester, even aboard a private jet, was no small endeavor. They had to traverse thousands of kilometers, cross time zones, and navigate the logistical maze that came with moving high-profile figures undetected. So, both of them took their time before finding a coffee shop first.
Giovanni Agnelli, patriarch of the Agnelli family and chairman of Fiat, was quietly taking notes. Noticing that Manchester City showed little determination to win their last fixtures, he turned to Luciano Moggi for a chat.
"Iâm interested to know why David Trezeguet is such a key player for the team next season," Agnelli said, eyes sharp but curious.
"Of course, for Agnelliâproud of Juventus over the yearsâit was natural for him to immediately reach out to Moggi, Juventusâ General Manager and transfer architect, to discuss the squadâs transfer strategy after seeing his beloved team struggle in Serie A this season. In fact, he demanded it.
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"Presidente, Iâve reviewed the transfer options for next season," Moggi said mysteriously.
Talking with Agnelli, both didnât need any formalities. All these years, Moggi had reported directly to Agnelli regarding all major football decisions, and Agnelli trusted him to manage football operations, particularly transfers and scouting. Their relationship was built on high mutual respect.
Moggi admired Agnelliâs vision and authority, while Agnelli valued Moggiâs expertise in building competitive squads.
"Why do you want to know?" Agnelli asked.
"Because he doesnât seem that specialâhis technical skills and speed arenât anything to write home about. But if you put him next to Del Piero, I think he would outshine him, because heâs physically built to challenge any center-back in the world." Agnelli answered, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Pride radiated from himâhe could never deny it.
"Well, indeed, Del Piero is the best signing weâve ever made," Moggi said firmly, almost reverently. "Thereâs no one like him, I believe. But, Presidente," Moggi continued, "you know how much of a blow he was to us this season when he was injured."
Agnelli said nothing, his gaze fixed on the floor for a moment, the weight of the season evident in his posture.
Alessandro Del Piero had suffered a serious knee injury in the final minutes of a 2â2 draw with Udinese. That single moment had sent shockwaves through Juventus. The team struggled in the following matches without their star forward, and the once-fluid attack lost its edge. Goals were harder to come by, and morale dipped.
Moggi leaned forward, lowering his voice. "It wasnât just a physical loss, Presidente. The team missed his creativity, his vision, and even his leadership on the pitch. But itâs not only thatâwe need a true spearhead, someone who can score. I want to believe in Filippo, but itâs better to be safe than sorry, Presidente."
"So your answer is Trezeguet from Manchester City?" Agnelli asked.
Moggi rested his chin on his hand and replied, "He plays at the front, so raw speed isnât everything. Beating the offside trap relies on awareness and explosive acceleration. As for his technical skills, itâs true he has a high error rate with forward passes and doesnât provide those flashy momentsâdribbles leading to goalsâbut his positioning in front of goal, off-the-ball movements, and ability to create space at crucial moments in the box are top-notch. When he focuses on what he does best, he becomes Cityâs most suitable forward this season. For example, right now, he wouldnât attempt through ballsâthose arenât his strengthâbut his ability to lay off the ball is improving, providing Pavel with more opportunities. Also, I have a statistic at home that might interest you."
"What kind of statistic?" Agnelli asked.
"Scoring rates and shot accuracy for forwards. You might not believe it, but the scouting reports from our analysts indicate that Trezeguet is one of the most efficient forwards in the Premier League. He may not be the one scoring the most goals, but do you know how many of his ten shots hit the target?"
"..."
"Seven."
"Seventy percent accuracy?"
"Exactly. And do you know how many of those ten shots usually result in goals?"
"Er... maybe two?"
"Double thatâfour. So if he has three shots in a match, heâs likely to score at least once."
Agnelli pondered this for a moment and said, "I thought your focus on playmaker playersâ scoring might be why he doesnât stand out, but it actually increases his efficiency."
Moggi replied, "Trezeguet takes the fewest shots among Premier League forwards, yet he has the highest efficiency. When Manchester City struggled in matches, critics would say he was invisible on the field. Those assessments usually come from people who havenât been to a live game; they only watch broadcasts or replays and fail to see the impact he has on Cityâs play. His contributions might not appear on camera, but he constantly works to stretch the opponentâs defense and create space for his teammates. When he does appear in front of goal, itâs typically in the critical moment where he makes it count. When the threat from the wingers surpasses that of the center forward, defenders shift their focus toward stopping them. This shift allows David to have more opportunities to score; thus, he posts an incredibly high efficiency."
The potency of Manchester Cityâs front line came not just from individual skill, but from how creatively they generated opportunities, constantly threatening from different angles.
"But what if they donât want to sell him?" Agnelli suddenly asked, cutting straight to the heart of the problem.
Trezeguetâthe top scorer for Manchester City this seasonâwas not only invaluable on the pitch, but even if the club were willing to part with him, the price would be astronomical.
"Then I have a backup plan, Presidente," Moggi said, reaching into the bag at his feet and pulling out a folder. When he opened it, several names were revealed, each one carefully printed on the document.
Thierry Henry
Henrik Larsson
Zinedine Zidane
Agnelliâs eyes widened slightly at the names. Moggi, sensing the effect, leaned back and added, "Presidente... I just want to knowânext season, how much are you willing to spend?"