After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1013 - 0333 Let him get a membership (please subscribe)

"Huang Kaiwen replicated Boateng’s century turn. Against Arsenal, it’s hard to say he didn’t do it intentionally, haha."

"I think this should be viewed from two perspectives. If it wasn’t intentional, then it was just a stroke of brilliance, a coincidence. If it was intentional, and he still scored, it shows that Huang Kaiwen can comfortably display various skills on the field, his ability truly is extraordinary."

"No doubt, Boas made a substitution, and Huang Kaiwen once again received applause from Chelsea fans. From his first appearance till now, only two months have passed, but Huang Kaiwen has already become a favorite at Stamford Bridge."

"Honestly, I’m quite curious about where Mourinho has gone."

"Haha, Mourinho is really something. Is it because Wenger went up to the stands that he decided not to show up? Knowing Mourinho’s personality, I wouldn’t be surprised if he did something like that."

"Young Miroslav Stoch replaced Huang Kaiwen, with the Slovakian prodigy finally getting his first-team debut in his third year in London. Could this match be the start of his rise?"

Huang Kaiwen and Stoch high-fived as they left the field.

To be honest.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t even know Chelsea had this person.

Chelsea started digging out potential young talents a long time ago, even before the batch with De Bruyne.

It’s just that some young players didn’t make it.

Like Stoch, Huang Kaiwen had absolutely no impression of such a person.

His name is pronounced the same as Klose, making it easy to remember.

So maybe his future won’t be too bright.

Huang Kaiwen returned to the bench and noticed that only Cudicini looked familiar.

His father, Fabio Cudicini, was Milan’s best goalkeeper in history, and Huang Kaiwen was quite familiar with old Cudicini.

"The bench has a lot of new faces, huh?"

Carlo Cudicini spoke up.

Aside from the coaches, only Huang Kaiwen spoke Italian pretty well, so he liked chatting with him.

"Too unfamiliar."

Huang Kaiwen covered his mouth and said, "These kids from the youth team, I’m really not familiar with them."

These young players looked at him as if they were looking at a star.

Which made the Yellow Ball King dare not chat with them casually; it would be bad if it affected his illustrious image.

"Back when I was young, being as old as you and getting to play in the first team was already considered young, watching you really makes me nostalgic," Carlo Cudicini said.

Huang Kaiwen:...

It always felt like this old guy was taking advantage of him.

Last season, eliminated by the Yellow Ball King, thus holding a grudge, huh?

He didn’t go out to investigate who the Yellow Ball King was and still dared to challenge him voluntarily.

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and sighed, "Times have really changed. Before, when I chatted with Fabio (Cudicini), he said you hit a good era, he even told me about you in Milan. By the way, I haven’t seen Fabio lately, is he okay?"

"He’s doing well, quite good."

Cudicini grinned.

Didn’t want to continue chatting with the Yellow Ball King.

Speaking with the tone like peers with his father, how could he continue? Or should he also call him Uncle Kevin?

Watching Cudicini’s face with a strained expression, Huang Kaiwen smiled.

Through this, he finally figured out how to counter-attack that guy Paol Maldini.

It’s a pity he doesn’t have an older aunt; otherwise, the Yellow Ball King would sacrifice himself to solidify his elder status.

In the final stages of the match.

Minero missed the header; Mikel failed to contest it; van Persie turned and scored inside the penalty area, changing the score again.

The final score was set at 5-2.

The flashlights in the journalist seat could hardly be contained, eager to capture every detail of key figures.

As long as one expression is off, they could take it out of context and write a new article.

Boas approached the bench, bent down, and said, "Kevin, come with me to attend the press conference. Jose left suddenly; I’m afraid I can’t handle it well."

"Let’s go."

Huang Kaiwen nodded, getting up to follow.

If the British media got hold of this, who knows how they’d spin stories about Chelsea.

Stamford Bridge press room.

Boas saw Wenger already sitting there, proactively nodding in greeting.

Wenger also nodded in return.

Besides Wenger, no Arsenal players attended the press conference, clearly indicating the professor didn’t want his players overly exposed to the spotlight.

Wenger first spoke, "I don’t know how the match was conducted; I saw several incorrect decisions during the game. Some people’s (referees’) professional levels are concerning. The referees changed the direction of the match. We all know referees are always well-protected, just like lions in the zoo, so we can only endure such decisions."

After saying this, Wenger nodded to Huang Kaiwen and Boas and directly left the press conference.

Managers accept interviews after the match only because of regulations.

If not for the regulations, coaches who lost wouldn’t want to attend the post-match press conference since Fleet Street’s questions are always sharp.

"Mr. Boas, why did Mr. Mourinho disappear in the second half?"

"What exactly happened during half-time?"

"Mourinho was absent today, yet Chelsea still won. He’s missed many matches; does this mean he’s not important to Chelsea?"

"Kevin, tell us about the century turn, was it intentional or accidental?"

"..."

What to fear, it came.

Boas hadn’t devised an explanation for Mourinho’s absence.

Boas stiffly said, "We’ve won a London derby today, which is very helpful for the team. Currently, Chelsea’s situation isn’t great; injuries have affected the team’s normal operation. Winning this match gives us confidence. It shows Chelsea is a mature team with a spiritual core; injuries can’t defeat us."