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

”Jose, do you want to make a substitution?”

Boas reminded.

Huang Kaiwen just finished rehab training a few days ago. If this continues, he might get injured.

”Yes, substitution, we must substitute!”

Mourinho clapped hard and said.

He turned around and ran towards the team doctor, gesturing to Kalou to start warming up.

”Get ready; once Kevin is off the field, give him a comprehensive exam immediately. Quickly determine his physical condition. If there’s an issue, figure out the treatment plan right away or invite experts from other countries. Our boss wouldn’t mind spending some money on something like this.”

Mourinho said quickly.

”But Mr. Mourinho, we can’t do a comprehensive exam on the pitch.”

The team doctor said, troubled.

”Damn it!”

Mourinho turned around and kicked the water bottle rack, yelling at the team doctor, ”Use your brain. If you can’t do a comprehensive check on the sidelines, then send Kevin to the training base, got it? Did I say you should check Kevin comprehensively on the field?”

”Alright, alright, Mr. Mourinho.”

The team doctor nodded and said.

They’re used to Mourinho’s personality.

Sometimes Mourinho does curse out of impatience, but he’s mostly nice to everyone.

So the Chelsea staff don’t take it personally with Mourinho.

Just then, Joe Cole kicked the ball towards the left corner flag area.

Standing in the penalty area, Kompany and Huntelaar rushed towards the ball together.

But outside the frame, someone almost rushed into view at a crushing pace.

Number ten!!!

This blistering speed was fully showcased in contrast to the opposing players.

”Kevin!”

”Kevin!”

”Kevin!”

The adrenaline of Chelsea fans surged as they yelled Huang Kaiwen’s name as if that would boost his speed even more.

Kompany broke away from Huntelaar and dashed out of the penalty area, with Huang Kaiwen already making a diagonal run behind him.

The next second, he accelerated again, extending his left foot with a backheel to fiercely tap the ball backward.

The Chelsea fans on the left stand widened their eyes.

They hadn’t expected it.

Huang Kaiwen actually did it.

Despite the greater distance, possibly twice that of the opponent’s running distance.

Yet Huang Kaiwen still outpaced them to gain possession first.

They swore they’d never tire of watching such a scene in their lifetime.

Huntelaar arrived at the top corner of the big penalty area to get the ball, while Richards moved behind him.

Finding himself unable to turn, Huntelaar quickly passed right-footed diagonally, finding Joe Cole at the arc.

Michael Ball charged at Joe Cole, who quickly turned his back and passed it to the left to Ashley Cole.

Ashley Cole, seeing Huang Kaiwen surrounded by players, received the ball and passed horizontally to Ballack.

Before Ballack could adjust, he was taken down by his German compatriot Hamann in a bear hug.

”Substitution?”

Boas asked.

Now it’s a dead ball, so Huang Kaiwen can come off.

”Wait, just wait a little longer.”

Mourinho said, focused on the field.

He knew Huang Kaiwen had scored at most two free-kicks in a single match.

If he scores again this time, it would be his first free-kick hat trick.

Being substituted out in such a situation would anger any player, right?

Better to wait, it’s not urgent right at this moment.

Watching the opposing players nervously form a wall, Mourinho’s mouth slightly curved up.

Last year’s UEFA Champions League.

He stayed up late preparing extensively, with detailed and specific tactical arrangements, yet still couldn’t knock out Real Madrid.

The key point was Huang Kaiwen.

The goalkeeper’s long-distance charge was unbelievably absurd!

And now it’s finally someone else’s turn to feel the tension.

Mourinho glanced at Hughes in front of the Manchester City bench and showed a disdainful smile.

There aren’t many in this world worth his notice.

What’s the big deal about a former Manchester United captain?

Coaching isn’t the same as playing.

Brian Robson, Steve Bruce, Roy Keane... so many former Manchester United captains, yet none with high coaching standards.

The entire Red Demon coaching team, in Mourinho’s view, merely borrowed the reputation of that Scottish old man.

On the field, Huang Kaiwen ran up again and struck the ball from behind.

The ball flew low past the edge of the wall, rushing straight from the foul spot toward the left post of the goal.

Joe Hart, detecting the direction, quickly dropped low and stretched his arms, feeling a strong force on his fingertips, followed by piercing pain.

Joe Hart’s agonized scream terrified players from both sides.