After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1010 - 0332 Mourinho’s Egg (Please Subscribe)_3

As a young man, his dance moves were not as good as Alan Pardew’s.

van Persie walked back with his hands on his hips.

Previously, he thought a slight inefficiency in scoring didn’t make a big difference, but the pressure Huang Kaiwen brought on the field was just too strong.

No matter how hard he ran, he was always watching Chelsea celebrate.

He finally understood the fundamental reason for the technical skill gap or rather the efficiency difference.

Yes.

He could perform all the technical moves Huang Kaiwen did.

But Huang Kaiwen always managed to handle the ball in the most sensible way, and that was crucial.

Today, whenever Chelsea attacked, he was observing, and Huang Kaiwen hardly made any mistakes in ball handling.

This was something he could never achieve.

van Persie even wanted to open up Huang Kaiwen to see if he was truly human, why was he so remarkably consistent.

After the restart, the referee blew the whistle.

van Persie shook his head and walked back, with his eyes still glancing at Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen walked to the sideline, and Boas immediately handed him a towel.

"They have quite a few little tricks today."

Mourinho said.

"Yes, but it’s alright."

Huang Kaiwen said, wiping his sweat.

"Let’s see, if we get far ahead, I’ll sub you off."

Mourinho said.

Now the team was in its most difficult period.

Players would be rejoining gradually, but the Christmas fixture congestion was also approaching.

Nobody knew who might get injured next.

At times like these, he really needed Huang Kaiwen to stay healthy.

"Okay, coach."

Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.

"Hey, we should come up with an interesting celebration together."

In the tunnel, Ashley Cole came up and said.

"What interesting celebration?" Huang Kaiwen asked. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Like one where everyone jumps around, or the fishing celebration you did before."

"I’ll leave that to you."

Huang Kaiwen wasn’t very creative and the Yellow Ball King had a bit of an image to maintain.

For celebrations like fishing, the Yellow Ball King would definitely never be the fish.

Before entering the locker room, Huang Kaiwen glanced at the away team’s dressing room, it was a bit quiet there.

He believed the professor was certainly troubled by the halftime talk.

The FA had been strict about discipline lately, with security guards on the stands immediately.

This arrangement was aimed at Mourinho, who had been banned twice in a row, and the professor was an innocent victim.

Returning to the locker room.

Mourinho immediately straightened his face.

"I don’t know what to say."

Mourinho looked at Terry and said, "You two are supposed to be one of the most expensive center-back pairings in the world, but a 21-year-old kid broke through with just one kick. If that’s the case, I might as well play; since you can’t defend anyway, there’s no difference."

Mourinho’s playing career was far less illustrious than his coaching.

Previously, in the team coached by his father, he didn’t get many opportunities, and after his father stopped coaching, he didn’t have much chance in the third division league either, eventually choosing to retire.

Because certain coaches liked to attack his playing career, Mourinho didn’t like to talk about this past.

Bringing it up today, he was obviously very angry.

Terry hung his head and dared not speak.

Ramos wanted to speak but was kicked by Terry.

"It looks like you have nothing to say."

Mourinho casually picked up a ball, swung his foot, and said, "Just simple passing like this."

As the ball bounced back, he swung his foot again. This time, Mourinho put in too much effort, slipped, flailed his arms to try and maintain balance, but failed, finally landing in a splits position in front of the players.

The whole locker room was plunged into an eerie silence.

This humorous body language was comparable to Charlie Chaplin.

Out of respect for Mourinho’s authority, the Chelsea players didn’t dare laugh.

Each one holding it in, their faces turning bright red, shoulders shaking continuously.

"Jose, are you alright?"

Boas bent down and asked.

When Mourinho was flailing his arms, he wanted to help but couldn’t.

"I, my groin... is not great."

Mourinho said with difficulty.

The ball took a hit, unsure if it was injured.

Ashley Cole heard this and couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Mourinho held back his pain and glanced at Cole, thinking, damn, let’s buy Clichy in the winter break.

The medical team carried a stretcher into the locker room and finally took Mourinho out to the hospital; this kind of injury was not Chelsea’s medical team’s forte.

Boas looked at the players laughing away and said, "Alright, finding joy in someone’s pain is not gentlemanly behavior."

"Andre, can you at least hold back your smile first?"

Terry said directly.

Boas couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile.

This scene was just too funny.

After about two minutes, the halftime break was almost over and the jovial atmosphere in the locker room also diminished slightly.

Only then did Boas say, "I didn’t expect to become the interim coach again today, I have one thing to say, just as Jose mentioned, you need to improve your defense, that’s it."

"Wait!"

Huang Kaiwen stood up and called out.

The players looked at Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen said, "I know the way the coach got injured is funny, but remember one thing, we, including the coaching staff, are one. When the coach becomes a laughingstock all over the world, Chelsea will become a joke to others. So today’s matter, even when you go home, don’t mention it to your girlfriends or parents; let it stay buried in the locker room."

"Right, remember to keep it confidential."

Boas nodded and said.

"Coach, you inform the medical team to stay silent too, and also have them send Mr. Mourinho to a private hospital."