After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 378 - 0186 Kevin’s Brewed Tea (Subscription Requested)_5

Capello saw Huang Kaiwen walk into the press hall by himself, his face broke into a smile.

"Fabio, what would you like to say about winning the game?"

"Substituting Van Nistelrooy after halftime, was that the key to today’s victory?"

"What’s your opinion on Kevin’s performance?"

"You’ve competed against Kevin before, were you familiar with him at that time?"

"Will Ramos be penalized within the team for conceding a penalty and getting sent off?"

A beaming Capello gestured for silence with his hands, then smilingly said, "Winning is great. Derby matches are always special. In these games, there’s only winning or losing, no draws. We’re lucky to have had the last laugh. Kevin indeed played a pivotal role. I was very familiar with him from our time in Serie A. Back then, each season I had to figure out how to defend against Kevin; clearly, I never managed to do that. But I never expected that shortly after returning to Real Madrid, Kevin would arrive at Real Madrid too. Now I no longer have to worry about defending against him."

"Substituting Van Nistelrooy was just a tactical decision. I maintain good relationships with the players. Sergio is a nice lad. I think he knows he was wrong, and there’s no need for further punishment from us."

The reporter immediately looked towards Huang Kaiwen.

"Kevin, what do you think of Ramos’ performance?"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, "Sergio is a good friend. His playing style is a bit... unique. He’s not a bad guy; he’s very skilled. Outstanding skills sometimes need a bit of trickery to protect oneself, and he’ll be back on the pitch soon."

The reporters rolled their eyes in unison.

It seems that not everyone had the same Sergio in mind.

"You were injured during the final stages of the game today, anything you would like to say about that?"

Huang Kaiwen said, "Injuries are part of a professional career. What doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger."

"Can you talk about your relationship with the Real Madrid players?"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, "I get along very well with everyone. I can speak many languages, and during my time in Milan, I learned a few more, so it’s very convenient for me to communicate with each teammate."

"Including Van Nistelrooy?"

"I have no personal issues with Rude; don’t read too much into it. What happens on the pitch is one thing; off the pitch is another matter. Just so happens I’ve invited everyone to my house to celebrate, so I’ll be leaving now."

Huang Kaiwen stood up and left after finishing his statement.

Capello followed suit.

Javier Aguirre shrugged at the reporters on the spot and began to answer questions.

...

Later that night, most of the teammates followed Huang Kaiwen home.

It was only at Huang Kaiwen’s house they realized just how freaking big it was!

The outdoor area alone was over 6000 square meters.

The old butler Albert and other servants had already prepared the area and the barbecue grills.

The house was so big that it was impossible to manage without hiring help.

By the time the grass was mowed, it had withered, and Albert probably still hadn’t finished with the work.

"You really are the richest in the team!"

Guti exclaimed in surprise.

Huang Kaiwen indicated a small amount with his thumb and forefinger, "Just a little bit richer than you guys."

"Today, nobody skimp on this guy; he travels by private jet!" Ronaldo announced, picking up a bottle of champagne and spraying it around.

The teammates egged him on.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t say a word.

If they knew that his private plane expenses were also covered by the club, wouldn’t they be green with envy?

Huang Kaiwen made his stance clear with his actions, pulling out a case of expensive champagne and declaring, "I’ve got plenty of rooms at my place, so if you get drunk, just stay over. No one is allowed to leave sober."

As it turned out,

Huang Kaiwen had thought too much.

With a bastard like Cassano and several Brazilians around, even if some teammates brought their partners, they still partied very hard, completely disregarding their public image.

Cassano, drunk, cried and laughed, constantly cursing Capello’s entire family in Italian, and Huang Kaiwen didn’t know Italian had so many swear words. freeweɓnovel-cøm

He quickly went inside to grab the DV camera and start recording.

Mamadou Sans covered his mouth to conceal a laugh and said to Raul, "When we talk, Kevin seems very mature, but now he’s back to playing pranks."

Raul nodded and responded, "Kevin is a good friend, we get along very well, and we might often come over to visit in the future."

Cassano, noticing Huang Kaiwen recording, got even more excited and cursed loudly at the camera, "Fabio Capello, you ungrateful bastard, a foster child, you shameless thing. I defended your honor when I was with the Roma team, but this is how you repay me. You’ll never be forgiven unless you kneel down and lick my feet, and watch out, one day I might end up sleeping in your master bedroom!"

Huang Kaiwen gave a thumbs up.

This could fetch a good sum of money if sold to a TV station.

But Mr. Huang is not that kind of person; it was just a little joke.

Tommorow, when Cassano sobers up, let him watch his own disgrace.

Guti, with one under each arm, cuddled Ronaldo and Robinho, the three of them humming some absurd tune.

Huang Kaiwen found it amusing, and Ramos, holding two bottles of alcohol, approached Huang Kaiwen, saying, "I heard that in China, showing respect involves drinking in one go. Thanks for the match today, buddy."

Huang Kaiwen’s eyes widened at the sight of the bottles in Ramos’s hands, that’s whiskey.

If he drank it all at once, wouldn’t he need to have his stomach pumped?

Ramos tilted his head back and gulped down half the bottle before he became drunk, eyes closing, body swaying, starting to spew.

Huang Kaiwen quickly stepped back to avoid the first assault before promptly moving to support Ramos.

An accident caused by drunkenness would be a joke gone too far.

Raul shook his head and said, "The coach is too strict, they’ve built up quite a bit of pressure, so they end up like this."

"Really, I don’t feel pressured at all,"

Huang Kaiwen inquired.

Raul silently rolled his eyes.

Perhaps it’s a case of different strokes for different folks.

Everyone knows Capello holds you in a different regard.

After a while, not many remained sober.

Huang Kaiwen and Raul, with Albert’s help, gathered all the inebriated teammates and threw them into two guest rooms.

It was mainly to prevent them from choking on their vomit, so it was better to concentrate them and have the servants look after them.

After seeing off Raul and his wife, Huang Kaiwen watched the playback on the DV.

Suddenly, he had a great idea, started editing the video, adding voiceovers, and went straight to bed after uploading.

The next day, fans discovered a new video uploaded to Huang Kaiwen’s account.

The video was called "Striker Boys 2.0."

When opened, the mouth movements of Ronaldo, Robinho, and Guti clearly didn’t match, but what played was Huang Kaiwen’s voice: "The tea brewed by Kevin has a taste called home..."

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