After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

Huang Kaiwen was skilled enough, but the Young Master was slightly holding them back, plus the two older family men who didn’t go out for entertainment much, which put Huang Kaiwen’s team at a temporary disadvantage.

Younger people tended to spend more time on entertainment, so Robben and his team were temporarily in the lead.

”You guys are going to lose,”

Guti said, raising an eyebrow.

”If we lose, we lose,”

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said, ”But the half-time score doesn’t determine the winner or loser.”

His hand was getting hot now.

”Then let’s keep playing,”

said Robben.

After a few rolls in the second game, the Young Master couldn’t hold on.

Huang Kaiwen simply took over for the Young Master, playing two games by himself.

The situation immediately reversed.

They were all non-professional players.

In terms of arm strength, power control, and hand-eye coordination, Huang Kaiwen was the most outstanding among them.

The ball he threw was almost always on target, with little fluctuation.

Raul and Maldini, the two old guys, were also getting the hang of it. They gradually caught up with the score and had already overtaken by the last ball. In the end, they won the match thrillingly.

”Damn, if only you had been more accurate!”

Robben complained.

Seeing hope for a win turn into disappointment, Robben couldn’t help but display the traditional Dutch flair for drama.

”What can I do, I don’t play often,”

Sneijder retorted discontentedly.

”Pfft, we’ve played together before, you bastard made us lose,”

Robben said unhappily.

”Let it go, it’s just for fun,”

Raul quickly tried to pacify.

”Exactly, no need to take it so seriously,”

Maldini also advised.

Having been captain for so long, he was accustomed to the role, even if those he was addressing were not his own teammates.

”Then you put in more money, the loser has to treat us to dinner,” Robben said.

”I will, I’ll put in,” Sneijder agreed, nodding.

A group of people bustled into the bowling alley, and just as noisily bustled out.

After dinner, Ramos returned to his home.

Huang Kaiwen could only go home to watch the news.

Mourinho, indeed, had not indulged Cruyff and even made a special appearance on television to respond.

”He is an outstanding player and coach,”

Mourinho said, ”But time is very cruel, and it’s tough for the old ways to keep up with the times. If I’m not mistaken, Real Madrid’s current coach has handed Cruyff a 4:0 defeat, while my encounter with Capello was 2:1. Looking at the results, you can see some issues.”

”Are you suggesting that Cruyff isn’t as good as you, Jose?”

the host asked with a smile.

They loved coaches like Mourinho who dared to speak their mind.

”I didn’t say that, but if you compare, you know. I started at Leiria and made history, and in two years at Porto I won five titles, including the UEFA Cup and the Champions League!”

Mourinho said, extending five fingers of his right hand, ”At Chelsea, I’ve already won 6 titles, and in 6 seasons, I’m close to catching up to him in terms of trophies won. When I managed Chelsea, Chelsea wasn’t that strong, so I built a team, while he only managed already successful clubs. Ajax was one of the best teams in Europe at the time, and although Barça didn’t have the Champions League, due to the region’s uniqueness, they had a strong foundation.”

The host didn’t call out Mourinho’s little trick.

He’d even counted the Community Shield Trophy.

The Community Shield’s prestige was average, and in the past, Ferguson and Wenger had treated it like a friendly match.

Huang Kaiwen shook his head with a smile.

Mourinho still had such a strong desire for combat.

Anyone who crossed him had to be defeated or, according to him, even if they won, he wouldn’t easily concede.

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In the study of the apartment,

Capello drew a relationship diagram on the whiteboard, writing down every member of the team.

Huang Kaiwen, Raul, and Salgado were the first to be excluded from suspicion.

Then, by looking at the times of the incidents and combining it with surveillance footage of when players left the training ground, he eliminated a group of players.

In the end, at every incident, Ramos, Torres, Cassano, and Higuain all had enough time to potentially commit the deeds.

Next, Capello crossed off Ramos’s name.

Ramos had no motive, and his relationship with Kevin was good, so his character was likely sound.

Higuain, actually, also had no motive; after all, Capello had given him plenty of chances. A young striker should be satisfied, right?