After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 933 - 0317 Carragher: I Am the Golden Killer (Subscribe)

"Why are you opening champagne already?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

"I specially prepared it. Sheva said you guys opened champagne at halftime during the UEFA Champions League final, so Chelsea can’t fall behind!"

Ashley Cole excitedly said, "Doesn’t it feel familiar? This will help you integrate better into the team."

Huang Kaiwen:...

Thanks.

Does the Yellow Ball King need to integrate into the team?

"Do you know that after opening the champagne, Liverpool scored 4 goals?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

"No worries, as long as we score more goals, the victory still belongs to Chelsea."

Ashley Cole said dismissively.

He had long wanted to try opening champagne at halftime.

But getting reversed could easily become a joke; it doesn’t even need the reporters; teammates would say it during interviews.

It’s a rare opportunity to be on the same team as Huang Kaiwen, and the opponent is Liverpool.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

"Yes, it’s no big deal."

Boas said with a smile.

Opening champagne is a minor thing; it’s not like using magic.

He read in some literature that there might be a treasure map hidden inside Big Ben.

Tomorrow, he will find an opportunity to research it and see if he can find any information about Merlin’s magic.

Even though Big Ben is only accessible to locals, it won’t be a challenge for him.

He was a man who could join Sir Robson’s coaching staff at 17.

"Kevin, shouldn’t you respond to the Japanese fans later?"

Ramos, sitting next to Huang Kaiwen, said.

"Ah, I almost forgot."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Liben’s chives are truly top-notch.

This time, I’ll show some sincerity, anyway, sincerity doesn’t cost money.

I’ll take a video later to show that the Yellow Ball King loves Liben culture and can earn a lot of money.

’Slam Dunk’ is quite appropriate.

Inoue Takehiko is quite sensible, writing on the title page that there’s a big gap between Liben basketball and Asia’s King, Chinese basketball.

The Yellow Ball King happens to know the theme song and can film an MV.

It might really work.

Slam Dunk is great, Drogba playing Akagi Takenori.

My good brother Ramos is Sakuragi Hanamichi, and the Yellow Ball King reluctantly plays Rukawa Kaede.

Casually find a fan with an unhealthy diet to play Coach Anxi.

In the bloopers, highlight that despite having a 42°C fever, the Yellow Ball King insisted on filming for 72 hours without closing his eyes. Won’t Liben fans be moved to tears?

By the way, ask the photographer to make a basketball special; the Yellow Ball King’s basketball skills are at a professional level as well.

As for linking with ’Slam Dunk,’ forget it, I’d have to pay that Inoue kid licensing fees.

Huang Kaiwen increasingly feels that doing business is more promising than playing soccer.

In five years, he could surpass Gates; in three years, Li Ni.

Guard the best Liben chives.

The Yellow Ball King will sooner or later turn into the Yellow Tycoon.

Since that’s the case, let’s put in more effort in the second half today.

Ride the epic victory to release the MV and become an instant hit.

Huang Kaiwen got up and walked to the center of the locker room.

Boas, ready to deliver a speech, was a bit surprised but made way.

"Since we’ve opened champagne, let’s play the champagne way."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, "Although Ashley opening the champagne wasn’t mentioned to us first, we are a team, sharing glory and shame. When Ashley becomes a laughingstock, we’ll also be the clown’s nose or other members of the circus. No secrets exist in the locker room, so we have to eliminate any potential risks in advance."

"How do we eliminate the risks in advance?"

Huang Kaiwen looked at Ramos.

"Score goals!"

Ramos shouted.

Huang Kaiwen silently gave him a thumbs up, truly a good brother.

"Right, score goals!"

Huang Kaiwen shouted, waving his left arm, "Not only score goals, score more goals as long as we score enough goals, opening champagne early will not only avoid being a joke, but also become a great story. Therefore, in the second half, we need to attack, keep attacking, and never stop attacking... don’t give Liverpool a moment to breathe, so when the media learns we opened champagne early, they can only marvel at Chelsea’s strength. Not only today, but this entire season, no matter the opponent in the Premier League or UEFA Champions League, they must tremble under our feet. I heard a line from Caesar the Great’s battle report that fits us perfectly, ’I came, I saw, I conquered!’ Let’s cheer together and paint the sky of all Europe blue!"

"Long live Kevin!"

Ramos stood up and cheered, raising his arms.

"Long live!!!"

"Victory!!!"

"Champions!!!"

Boom—

Ashley Cole opened another bottle of champagne and sprayed it around.

With the flying bubbles were men’s dreams, and the golden liquid carried the pursuit of glory.

At this moment, this scene.

Unrelated to teammates’ wives or celebrity girlfriends.

The players temporarily set aside the boundaries between the locker room’s local supporters and other forces.

Ballack, who felt no sense of belonging, thought of the days at Leverkusen.

Helmeted Cech forgot the fear of death.

Deco and Carvalho seemed to see Mourinho of the Porto days.

Hard work, passion, struggle, progress... these words interwoven.

There was even no room for the word salary.

Chelsea’s big stars.

Vaguely recalled their childhood selves running on the streets, purely pursuing victory.

Perhaps it was just a temporary forgetfulness of money and beauties, fully immersed in football.

Even if it was just a half-match, or even a shorter period.

It was destined to be the most precious memory in their hearts.

"Long live Kevin!"

"Long live Kevin!"

"Long live Kevin!"

Boas joined in the shouting with his arms raised.

Calming down, he realized another of his duties as the interim coach had been taken away.

Tactics were decided by Mourinho, and now the halftime speech was unnecessary for him too.