After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 924 - 0315 Mourinho this treacherous scoundrel (please subscribe)_3

When Mourinho left the press conference and saw Boas with a complex expression, he laughed and asked, "What’s wrong this time, buddy?"

"It’s Kevin!"

Boas said.

"What’s up with Kevin?"

Mourinho stopped and looked at Boas, asking.

"The hospital once again updated the recovery time, it’s now two months."

Boas said speechlessly.

He now doubted if those doctors bought their qualifications.

How could there be such absurd things?

Mourinho also widened his eyes and suddenly remembered what the Indian said.

The trouble would disappear by itself.

Could it be referring to Kevin’s injury?

After leaving the stadium at night, Mourinho didn’t go straight home but went to East London.

...

October 12th.

The mostly recovered Huang Kaiwen went to the Colomba Training Base with crutches.

Because of the National Team matches, the training base seemed very quiet.

Only the youth team’s training field occasionally had coaches’ shouts rising.

After the team doctor checked, he directly called Mourinho.

Mourinho rushed to the team and pushed open the door to the team doctor’s room, asking, "What’s wrong with Kevin exactly?"

"See for yourself."

The team doctor handed the report to Mourinho.

Mourinho, a bit displeased, took the report and started flipping through it.

Soon, Mourinho wore a look of disbelief, turning to look at Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen smiled and nodded.

"Then why are you still using..."

Mourinho stopped midway, realizing himself. He laughed and said, "Poor Benitez, in Istanbul, he almost went from hell to heaven, only to be pushed back down by your hand. This time he will experience what it means to go from heaven to hell again."

Huang Kaiwen shrugged with a smile and said, "It’s not my fault; he himself said Chelsea is prepared with or without me, so my early return doesn’t make much of a difference."

Mourinho laughed too.

The team doctor, seeing the two smiling at each other, quickly joined in laughing.

Benitez is truly unlucky to meet you guys.

"I’ll take the report, remember to erase the data."

Mourinho pointed at the team doctor.

"But this is valuable data!"

The team doctor said with difficulty.

"Damn it, it must be deleted."

Mourinho said, "Remember not to tell anyone about Kevin’s condition, not even a word at night in bed."

"Alright, I understand."

The team doctor nodded.

Mourinho helped Huang Kaiwen leave the team doctor’s room.

"Where are we going?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

"To the youth team’s training field, those kids have always wanted to meet you."

Mourinho said with a smile.

Huang Kaiwen:...

Mourinho is not taking the Yellow Ball King to encourage young players but showing the world that the Yellow Ball King isn’t healed yet.

Luckily he was discharged early, otherwise, there would be no way to hide that he had healed.

Not to mention the hospital, even Chelsea, where Abramovich poured in a lot of money, couldn’t keep too many secrets.

British media are everywhere.

And they offer such high rewards, like the front picture of Beckham’s daughter was offered at a high price of tens of thousands of pounds at the time.

He and Mourinho arriving at the youth team’s training ground are estimated to be sold to a newspaper before he even gets home.

The youth team players might not betray the team, but if they tell their family they met a big star, their family might turn around and exchange that news for a few hundred to a thousand pounds.

"I’ll take you back."

As they left the training ground, Mourinho said.

"But my bodyguard is in the car."

Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.

"No problem, let him drive us then. Don’t return to the team these days, there are too many people in the team, and I don’t know who might be a mole."

Mourinho said as he opened the car door for Huang Kaiwen.

"I got it, coach."

Huang Kaiwen nodded.

It used to be Italian coaches feeling the evilness of human nature, and finally, it came to the Spanish coach.

October 18th.

Another red-blue battle.

This match also drew a lot of attention.

The British media dubbed this match as Liverpool’s revenge match, though Huang Kaiwen was unlikely to play.

But to win against Huang Kaiwen’s team, wouldn’t that count as revenge completed?

Benitez sat on stage; his round face had a very noticeable hairline. He smiled and said, "Stamford Bridge has always been a hard place to conquer, but that’s football, no matter what opponent you face, you have to strive for victory. The whole team is ready; our goal today is to strive for victory."

Boas tried to hold back a laugh.

No wonder Jose didn’t come.

Seeing Benitez’s performance, he couldn’t help it.

"Mr. Boas, may I ask why you’re laughing?"

A reporter asked.

"Nothing, nothing."

Boas waved and quickly adjusted his mood.

"Then do you have any expectations for today’s game, or does Mr. Mourinho have any plans?"

"We don’t have many expectations; Chelsea’s goal has always been victory."

Boas quickly stood up after answering, afraid he’d burst out laughing if he stayed longer.

No wonder Capello always looked uninterested.

Crap!

Knowing Kevin has recovered, now he doesn’t care about anything.

If possible, he would even want Benitez, that pitiful guy, to have one more player on the field.

Boas walked briskly back.

Returning to the locker room, he found Mourinho joking with the players.

"Back so soon?"

Mourinho asked Boas who walked over.

"Yeah, nothing much to say."

Boas hesitated and then asked, "Really not letting Mikel play?"