Glory Of The Football Manager System

Chapter 549: Preparations II

The second half was a grind. Everton, who had nothing to play for except Allardyce’s survival, made it physical and uncomfortable.

Tomkins and Tarkowski defended everything. Mandanda made one save, a Tosun header in the sixty-seventh that was routine but that the Frenchman treated with the same focused professionalism he treated everything, because Steve Mandanda did not recognise the concept of a save that didn’t matter.

Pato played seventy minutes. The Brazilian, who would start against Milan on Thursday, who would walk onto the Selhurst Park pitch against the club where he had once been the golden boy of European football, and needed the minutes.

Not for fitness. For rhythm. For the feeling of the ball at his feet and the grass beneath his boots and the net in front of him. He didn’t score. He didn’t need to. He ran the channels. He pressed. He held the ball up. He did the work that Thursday would require.

The whistle blew. 1-0. Professional. The machine grinding without its best components and still producing results.

[Crystal Palace 1-0 Everton. Gnabry 34’. PL: P27 W21 D4 L2. 67 pts. 2nd.]

The dressing room was brief. "Well done. Professional. Now forget Everton. Thursday is the only thing that exists."

The players showered, changed, and left. By four o’clock, Selhurst Park was empty. By four-thirty, the analysis suite at Beckenham was full.

Sarah had been preparing for Milan for three weeks. Since the draw on January 11th, since the name appeared on the screen and the room went quiet, since Sakho said "I want to play at the San Siro" and Kovačić said "we can beat them," Sarah Martinez had been building the tactical blueprint for the biggest match in Crystal Palace’s history.

I walked into the analysis suite and found her standing in front of three screens. David Carter’s team were at their stations, the room humming with the concentrated energy of ten people who had been watching Italian football for a month.

On the left screen: Milan’s defensive shape, a 4-3-3 that shifted into a 4-5-1 without possession. On the centre screen: their pressing triggers, the moments when the front three initiated the press and the moments when they dropped. On the right screen: Gianluigi Donnarumma.

"How much footage have you watched?" I asked.

"Thirty-one hours across eleven matches," Sarah said. "Serie A, Europa League group stage, and Coppa Italia. David’s team has produced individual player reports for every starter and every substitute who has played more than ninety minutes this season."

"And?"

She turned to me. The look on her face was the look she wore when she had found something. The particular, focused, almost excited expression of a woman who had been given a tactical puzzle and had solved it.

"They’re vulnerable, Danny. They’re not the Milan of Maldini and Pirlo. They’re rebuilding. The ownership changed. They spent two hundred million in the summer on new players who are still integrating. Bonucci from Juventus. Çalhanoğlu from Leverkusen. André Silva from Porto. Big names. Big fees. But the cohesion isn’t there. They’re a team of individuals learning to play together."

"Like us in August."

"Exactly like us in August. Except we had five months to build the identity before the knockout rounds. They’ve had seven months and they’re still searching."

She pulled up a heat map.

"Their weakness is the transition. When they lose the ball in their own half, the recovery is slow. Bonucci pushes high, which is unusual for an Italian centre-back, and the space behind him is exploitable. Their full-backs, Rodríguez on the left and Calabria on the right, are attacking-minded but defensively inconsistent. When they push up, the channels open."

"The Kovačić corridor."

"Exactly. The same space that Kovačić has been exploiting in the Premier League opens up against Milan’s shape. If Mateo receives on the half-turn and carries into that corridor, he drags Bonucci out and the space behind is ten yards wide."

Bray was in the corner, his notepad open, his pen moving. "The San Siro pitch is wider than Selhurst by three metres. The delivery speed on set-pieces needs to increase by approximately point-four seconds to account for the wider angle. I’ve adjusted KB-25, KB-26, and KB-29. We drill them on Monday."

"And Donnarumma?" I asked.

David Carter turned from his screen. "He’s nineteen. The most talented goalkeeper in Europe, arguably. His shot-stopping is world-class. His distribution is excellent. But his positioning on corners is aggressive. He comes for everything. If we can pull him off his line with a short-corner routine and deliver to the back post, the goal is open."

"Who goes back post?"

Bray looked at me. "Konaté. The San Siro back post is his territory. His aerial ability against Italian defenders who are used to dealing with physical strikers, not an eighteen-year-old who jumps like he’s got springs in his legs, is our advantage."

I looked at the screens. Milan’s shape. Milan’s weaknesses. Milan’s goalkeeper. The data and the footage and the thirty-one hours of analysis condensed into a tactical plan that Sarah had been building since January and that would be tested on Thursday evening under the Selhurst Park floodlights in front of twenty-five thousand people and a Netflix camera crew.

"One more thing," Sarah said. She pulled up a final clip. Pre-season. Singapore. July.

The footage showed Palace in a different formation, a different shape, a different phase of their existence. The 3-0 win over Milan in the International Champions Cup. Pato’s two goals. Townsend’s strike.

Rodríguez coming off the bench at sixty minutes and turning the match into an exhibition. The night that the squad had beaten Milan with a team that was still being assembled, with a system that was still being designed, with players who had been at the club for three weeks.

"We beat them when we were nothing," Sarah said. "We beat them when Kovačić wasn’t here. When Konaté was still learning to communicate. When Neves was still adjusting to the press. When the system was a sketch on a whiteboard."

She turned off the clip. "Now the system is finished. The players know their roles. The identity is established. The sketch is a painting."

I looked at the room. Ten analysts. Sarah. Bray. The screens glowing. The footage paused. Milan’s shape frozen on the monitor, the vulnerabilities highlighted in red, the passing lanes marked in blue, the set-piece positions circled in green.

"We beat them with a sketch," I said. "Now we beat them with the finished article."

I walked to my office. The whiteboard was clean. I picked up the marker and wrote two words.

AC MILAN.

Then I sat down and began to plan the biggest match of my life.

Pato was somewhere in the building.

The man who had scored twice against Milan in Singapore, who had cried on Danny Walsh’s shoulder after chipping Donnarumma with the most delicate finish of the pre-season tour, who had been the golden boy at the San Siro before injury and disappointment and the whisper that he was finished had driven him away.

He had come to Crystal Palace to rebuild. He had rebuilt. And now the club that had given up on him was coming to the club that had taken him in.

The narrative was not lost on anyone.

Not on Pato, who had been quiet all week, his focus narrowing, his training intensity increasing, the fire that had burned in Singapore now burning with the contained, controlled fury of a man who had been waiting for this match since the draw was made.

Not on Sakho, who had grown up watching Milan and who would walk onto the Selhurst Park pitch on Thursday knowing that the boy from the 19th arrondissement was about to face the team that had defined his childhood.

Not on Kovačić, who had played against Milan with Real Madrid and who had told the squad in January, with the composed certainty of a man who knew what he was talking about: "We can beat them."

Not on Danny Walsh. Who had beaten them once with a sketch. And who intended to beat them again with a masterpiece.

[PL: P27 W21 D4 L2. 67 pts. 2nd. Gap to City: 5 pts (City drew this weekend).]

[24 matches unbeaten across all competitions.]

[Milan preparation: 31 hours of footage analysed. Sarah’s tactical brief complete. Bray’s set-pieces adapted for San Siro dimensions. Donnarumma’s positioning on corners identified as vulnerability.]

[Singapore preseason: Palace 3-0 Milan (July). Pato 2 goals. Rodríguez debut. "We beat them with a sketch. Now we beat them with the finished article."]

[Pato vs his former club. Sakho’s childhood dream. Kovačić: "We can beat them."]

[AC Milan. Selhurst Park. Thursday, February 15th. Five days away.]

[The sketch is a painting.]

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