After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1043 - 0339 Long shots can also kick falling leaf balls (Please subscribe)_2

Remembering the story Huang Kaiwen told about the Evil Russian Monk’s specialty, Lily blushed and pushed Huang Kaiwen out of the bedroom.

By the time Huang Kaiwen arrived at Cobham, it was already past ten in the morning.

The training ground was filled with players doing recovery training.

Mourinho stood with his arms crossed on the sidelines, while Boas in his training gear kept shouting onto the field.

Huang Kaiwen walked briskly towards the training ground, his open-coat flapping in the wind.

"Boss, Kevin just got here now!"

Ashley Cole shouted, "He should have reported to the reserve team by now. Look at him coming so late, dressed like he’s about to shoot a gangster movie, quite stylish."

Mourinho, with a stern face, turned around, immediately replacing it with a smile, walked up to Huang Kaiwen, and put his arm around his shoulder asking, "What happened today? You’re never late."

"I was a bit tired yesterday and got up late, sorry, coach."

Huang Kaiwen said.

"No worries, everyone has times when they’re tired."

Mourinho said with a smile.

Mourinho helped Huang Kaiwen take off his coat, put the hat on his own head, and asked Boas, "How does it look, does it suit me?"

"Looks pretty good."

Boas nodded and said.

Huang Kaiwen went directly to the training ground in his suit.

Anelka watched from the sidelines with a constipated look.

Whenever he was late, he was always kicked to the reserve team, without exception.

"You better keep your mouth shut."

Kalou advised, "If you dare to say more, the coach definitely won’t let you off."

Anelka lowered his head as he looked at Huang Kaiwen being surrounded by Terry and Carvalho.

If it were a few years ago, he would definitely have protested against the coach’s differential treatment.

But over the years, he has matured a bit.

"Welcome back, Ricardo."

Huang Kaiwen patted Carvalho’s shoulder and said.

"Thanks, Kevin."

Carvalho smiled and said, "By the way, your suit looks really nice."

"Tomorrow’s a day off, let’s get a new one to celebrate your return; I’ll cover the bill."

Huang Kaiwen said.

"It’s nice to have money, casually treating for thousands of pounds."

Terry exclaimed.

"It’s tens of thousands of pounds."

Ramos reminded, "You were talking about the cufflinks’ price."

Terry couldn’t help but click his tongue, thinking that tens of thousands of pounds could be so casually gifted.

Then again, he recalled how much he spent last time on his birthday, even without counting the gifts.

Huang Kaiwen joined everyone in jogging to warm up.

"You’re letting Kevin run in his suit."

Boas asked.

"That’s Kevin!"

Mourinho said, looking at Boas as if he were an idiot.

Boas: ...

Fuck, I know that’s Kevin.

But aren’t you the one who doesn’t overly rely on any player, not even Kevin?

...

Because of the afternoon match, lunch was moved up a bit earlier.

Huang Kaiwen only trained for a few minutes before heading to the cafeteria with his teammates.

After lunch, the whole team boarded the bus.

At around 1 PM, the bus arrived at Trafford Stadium.

Although the match wasn’t set to start for over two hours, a lot of fans from both teams were already gathered outside the Theater of Dreams.

"We are the champions..."

"Glory belongs to Manchester United..."

As the Chelsea bus arrived, players from both teams reacted.

With the construction of the Emirates Stadium, the main theme of the Premier League remained a two-horse race, only now the rivalry was between Manchester United and Chelsea instead of Manchester United and Arsenal.

Unlike other clubs which first form a team and then find a ground,

Chelsea was established because Mills noticed the booming sports scene and bought Stamford Bridge. Unfortunately, negotiations with Fulham over renting failed, leading them to decide to form their own team, thus birthing Chelsea.

A decade after Chelsea’s establishment, the team almost grasped the championship trophy.

In 1915, Chelsea reached the FA Cup final, which was one of the most important cup competitions in England at the time. Unfortunately, Chelsea lost that final, and their opponent was Manchester United.

As Chelsea rose to prominence, this piece of history began being repeatedly mentioned.

The match against Manchester United was not only about challenging the Premier League’s dominant force but also about making up for regrets from over ninety years ago.

Manchester United fans were shouting about their glorious history.

Chelsea fans, on the other hand, cited Mourinho’s superior record against Ferguson.

Chelsea players quickly walked into the stadium amidst the noisy environment.

This was destined to be no ordinary match.

...

"Let me remind you once again, today is a crucial match for the championship, and every game against Manchester United is a six-pointer."

Mourinho gestured and said in the dressing room, "I don’t want to put any pressure on you, but how you perform in this match really matters to me. You all know, I’m a very democratic guy. If anyone doesn’t want a starting position and is shy to say it, you can show it through your performance on the field."

No one in the dressing room spoke.

Since Mourinho became the troublemaker, his temper had grown considerably bigger than before.

Although the situation between Chelsea’s starters and substitutes was very clear, and who was more fit to start was obvious, no one could guarantee that Chelsea wouldn’t recruit during the winter break.

"Since there are no objections, that’s it. I’ll be watching you from the stands."

Mourinho gestured with his index and middle fingers to his eyes, then pointed at the players.

"Jose, are you going to the press conference?"

Boas asked.

"You go ahead, seeing those reporters makes me want to puke. They’re like horny dogs, always looking for a flaw on you."

Mourinho said.

Boas nodded and left the dressing room, still reflecting on how accurate Mourinho’s description was.