After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 604 - 0244 Bernabeu Love Story (Please Subscribe)_3

Lily buried her head in Huang Kaiwen’s chest and said, "They might tell the reporters."

"Anyway, The Sun newspaper has said it several times already, I don’t care,"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

"I’m not afraid either!"

Lily said, tilting her head up.

Huang Kaiwen leaned down and kissed Lily on the forehead and said, "That settles it then, let them talk."

"Right, let them talk!"

Lily said, pumping her fist.

Huang Kaiwen escorted Lily back to the box and then quickly ran downstairs.

When he reached the players’ tunnel, he saw his teammates were just inside changing.

"Where have you been, why are you all sweaty?"

Cassano asked.

"The weather’s too hot."

Huang Kaiwen said, fanning himself with his hand.

"It is indeed very hot,"

Ramos said, having changed into his jersey, and handed a new shirt to Huang Kaiwen.

He had been banned by the Royal Spanish Football Federation and couldn’t take part in the Copa del Rey match, but he was allowed to participate in the celebrations and award ceremony.

"What’s the score? I was a bit preoccupied just now,"

Huang Kaiwen asked, covering his mouth.

Cassano might overhear, and that jerk would have weird things to say.

"7:3, they relaxed in the second half and let Getafe catch quite a few opportunities. If it wasn’t for the five goals you scored, we might have lost today,"

Ramos whispered.

"As long as we won,"

Huang Kaiwen said,

and stood behind Raul, now dressed.

The atmosphere at Bernabéu had reached its climax.

Even from within the tunnel, the excitement of the Meringues could be heard.

This was not just a Copa del Rey; it was a treble.

Real Madrid had not celebrated their La Liga and UEFA Champions League victories, and the fans’ emotions had been brewing for over a month.

The Bernabéu Stadium’s DJ was introducing the team’s achievements this season, and the cheers from the crowd grew louder and louder.

Raul walked into the stadium and clapped at the stands.

The DJ at Bernabéu shouted, "Our captain!"

"Raul!"

"Raul!"

"Raul!"

Huang Kaiwen followed Raul into the field.

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

Without waiting for the DJ to call out, the fans had already started shouting Huang Kaiwen’s name.

Huang Kaiwen waved to the stands.

The loudest screams of the day rang out in the Bernabéu Stadium.

The female fans in Spain were very enthusiastic.

The Real Madrid players walked from the tunnel to the stands and, after shaking hands with the Federation officials, Raul received the small trophy from the hands of King Juan Carlos of Spain.

Huang Kaiwen went up to shake hands and received the trophy.

King Juan Carlos said, "Thank you for your contribution to Spanish football and Spain; I have already suggested to the Prime Minister to award you the Order of Queen Isabel and the Civil Merit Medal."

"Thank you very much for your support,"

Huang Kaiwen nodded as he spoke.

The two honors that Juan Carlos spoke of were for recognizing Spaniards or foreigners who had made contributions to Spanish civic or diplomatic society.

In particular, the Order of Queen Isabel, this badge originally named the Royal Order of Catholic Isabella of the Americas.

After the UEFA Champions League final, Marca had mentioned the awarding of honors, so Huang Kaiwen had already been psychologically prepared.

When he sent the penalty kick flying during the match, he hadn’t thought too much about it.

But the repercussions of the incident were far from over.

Spanish and Italian newspapers were still reporting it with great gusto.

Every morning he woke up to read in the newspapers how great a man Huang someone was.

Huang Kaiwen felt Isabelle might have had a little something to do with it.

After everyone from Real Madrid had received their little trophies, Raul climbed one level and took the huge trophy from Juan Carlos and raised it with one arm.

The Bernabeu turned into an ocean of joy.

"Champions, treble winners!"

"Champions, treble winners!"

"Champions, treble winners!"

...

It was already very late when they left the Bernabéu Stadium.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t invite his teammates home to celebrate; instead, his teammates from Milan chose to stay over at Huang Kaiwen’s place.

Huang Kaiwen hadn’t forgotten his good brother Ramos, only there was also an uninvited guest.

After talking for a while upon returning home, Maldini and the others went to sleep.

The adults were okay, but the children couldn’t stay up.

Huang Kaiwen, who wasn’t sleepy, watched TV with Isabelle and Lily in his arms.

"This world is so fucking unfair!"

Cassano said bitterly.

"Yeah,"

Inzaghi nodded and said, "I’m so handsome, and yet I haven’t had two girlfriends at the same time!"

"Perhaps you’re not outstanding in other areas,"

Ramos said, glancing between Inzaghi’s legs.

Inzaghi became uncomfortable with his gaze and shifted his hips back a few times, saying, "Kid, if I were in the movies, I’d drive women around the world crazy."

Ramos smirked and switched the TV to a talk show with the remote.

The TV guest complained, "I just can’t tell Asians apart, who’s Chinese, who’s Japanese, who’s South Korean..."

"There are a lot of topics about China now,"

Ramos said, turning to add, "There are definitely more Asian tourists in Madrid than before."

"Milan has quite a few Asian tourists too,"

Inzaghi said.

"Actually, it’s very simple to distinguish between people from these three countries," the TV host said, spreading his hands exaggeratedly.

His words caught the attention of everyone on the sofa, and Huang Kaiwen was also curious to hear the host’s method.

The host said, "Picking up trash in the stands of the Bernabéu, if they cover their face with the camera, they’re Chinese; if they deliberately look for the camera, they’re Japanese."

"And the South Koreans?"

The guest asked curiously.

"South Koreans would deliberately throw trash at the camera or do something else bad, then speak Chinese or Japanese,"

Huang Kaiwen couldn’t help but shake his head with a chuckle.

The host’s insight was quite profound; it was clear he had specifically studied the subject.

"How do you distinguish them if there is no camera?"

Inzaghi, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, asked.

He couldn’t tell the difference between Chinese, Japanese, and South Koreans either.