After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 343 - 0177 It’s time to tell our story (Please subscribe)

"Morning, Fabio."

Huang Kaiwen greeted with a smile.

Capello walked beside Huang Kaiwen, enthusiastically pointing towards the training field and said, "I didn’t expect to see you at Real Madrid, this is really great, I’m full of confidence about returning to coach at Real Madrid. You should know all those guys on the field, and they should certainly know you. I’ve talked to the president about your contract, and you truly deserve such treatment, so don’t worry. If you feel you have a better understanding with someone, you can tell me privately."

Huang Kaiwen: ...

Capello’s attitude was worlds apart from what Huang Kaiwen had expected.

The current Capello, compared to the time when he said in the "Turin Sport Report" that Huang someone wasn’t invincible and that he had found a way to deal with him, had changed not just a little.

Huang Kaiwen had been worried about not having sick leave before.

But now it seemed there would be no problem. This was good news.

Love what you do.

Injury is the essence, playing is just part-time.

Cassano stood to one side with wide eyes.

He scratched his blond hair, feeling puzzled by the turn of events.

Fabio.

Why the hell have you changed?

Back in Rome, we all thought you couldn’t smile, it turns out you do smile, but it depends on who’s around!

Capello ignored Cassano and said to Huang Kaiwen, "Let’s go, you should greet your teammates."

"Okay."

Huang Kaiwen said.

Cassano saw the two of them heading towards the training field and hurriedly jogged to catch up.

"Hey, Kevin!"

Ronaldo said, grinning broadly.

"Ronnie, we meet again."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

"Yes, back in Germany, I said you should come to Real Madrid, it’s great to play together, I think we can win lots of championships together." Ronaldo said with a goofy smile while rubbing his bald head.

"Then you’ll have to take extra care of this newcomer."

Huang Kaiwen said.

"Don’t worry about it." Ronaldo squeezed next to Huang Kaiwen, grabbing his arm as they walked.

Capello opened his mouth but stood in place.

So he just had his job stolen from him?

Cassano couldn’t help but laugh when he saw Capello’s expression, earning himself a glare from Capello.

"That kid Robinho’s number 10 jersey was taken by you, be careful he doesn’t play dirty during training," Ronaldo said, pointing at Robinho.

"Don’t listen to his nonsense."

Robinho enthusiastically moved to the other side of Huang Kaiwen and said, "I’ve said before, I’d give you the number 10, it was my initiative to let you have it."

"Thanks, buddy, let’s hang out sometime," Huang Kaiwen said to Robinho.

Even at Real Madrid,

One mustn’t forget their roots.

There were still chances to connect with teammates.

Football isn’t about fighting and killing, it’s about human feelings and relationships.

Upon hearing Huang Kaiwen’s words, Ronaldo’s eyes lit up, going out was his forte!

He immediately started dancing with his bulky body and said, "That’s perfect, I can show you the passion of Latin girls."

"You should be doing belly dance, Ronnie."

Robinho joked.

Huang Kaiwen also laughed.

No need to experience passion or anything like that.

On that eventful day of the Real Madrid presidential elections,

Huang someone made his appearance at Bernabeu.

The old Bernabeu washrooms even had a sign up saying they were under maintenance.

He hadn’t expected Real Madrid to be more dangerous than he imagined, caught off guard, pushed into an empty cubicle, it was a situation where cries went unheard.

To fight against the dark forces, to break the shackles of the mundane,

The Yellow Ball King had paid a substantial price.

Fortunately, he had been extraordinary since childhood, diligently trained, and was revered by the great powers of the football world.

At a critical moment, a fierce roar, the soul of the great Liverpool left-back took over him, and he wasn’t alone; that’s how he won the victory of his Bernabeu debut.

Piling machine, technical pressure over Berlin. Kevin’s life, never weaker than others!

Still, the next day he felt sore all over.

Such hardship remained unspoken.

Facing his good friend Kaka, he could only put on a brave face; in the silent depths of night, he could only hum: I and my last obstinacy, holding on tight, not letting go, whether the next stop is heaven or not, even if disappointed, can’t be despondent...

He wasn’t born strong, just born strong-willed.

"Hey, snap out of it."

Ronaldo waved his hand as a reminder.

Seeing Raul in front of him, Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, "Captain, hello, I’m a trainee from Milan."

"Don’t joke around, how could you be a youth trainee. Welcome, our Ballon d’Or winner."

Raul gave Huang Kaiwen a hug and said.

"Alright, alright."

Huang Kaiwen struggled and said.

Ah.

This Huang someone was just that popular.

His first day at Real Madrid,

From the coach to the captain, everyone was so warm.

It looked like his reputation had already reached Madrid.

Definitely not due to any skill [Team Heartthrob] or anything.

Raul on his left, Ronnie on his right.

His treatment wasn’t worse than it was at Milan.

Within a minute of setting foot on the turf, Huang Kaiwen had become the focus of the training ground.

"That guy is Ramos, a bit reckless, but not a bad person," Raul said with a smile.

Huang Kaiwen nodded his head.

He thought to himself, in that era when he was constantly refreshing web pages for news, you didn’t shake hands with Ramos after the match.

It seemed their relationship wasn’t that tense right now.

"Welcome to Real Madrid, Kevin."

Ramos took the initiative to grab Huang Kaiwen’s hand and said.

"Go easy during training, Sergio," Huang Kaiwen waved and said.

"Looks like you’ve heard about me, don’t worry, I’m a technical player," Ramos said, laughing as he punched Huang Kaiwen’s shoulder.

Huang Kaiwen: ...

So, am I the physical type?

Ramos was three years younger than Huang Kaiwen, but to Huang Kaiwen, he seemed much more weathered.

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