After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 940 - 0318 Prince vs. Prince (Please Subscribe)_2

That kid van Persie, after joining Arsenal, has been constantly plagued by injuries. After Henry left, he finally got a chance, only to get injured again. His performance has been getting better this season.

Wenger spent years nurturing him; it wasn’t easy for him to finally show his talent.

If Wenger knew you wanted to poach him, he’d probably give you a bullet.

Boas pondered again.

It felt like Arsenal was more suitable for Huang Kaiwen than Chelsea.

In mainstream leagues, teams that play one-touch football, Arsenal is one of the best.

Moreover, Huang Kaiwen rarely passes back on offense to organize, which doesn’t match Barca’s style.

Arsenal is the team most suitable for him, and Wenger is an excellent coach.

Instead of forcing a fit for Huang Kaiwen in a lineup, isn’t it better to send him to Arsenal?

Boas thought to himself and laughed.

If he says this to Jose, he might flip out.

The afternoon training session.

Huang Kaiwen still wasn’t using his full strength.

Just watching Pele’s videos, it’s hard to sense how exaggerated his skills are.

But his talent and ball sense are outrageously good; with today’s ball, Pele could be even flashier and more practical than Neymar.

Their physical talent alone isn’t even on the same level.

This kind of talent, when taken seriously in training, can be a bit unfair to teammates.

"Damn, what am I supposed to do!"

Ashley Cole, after being bypassed by Huang Kaiwen yet again, turned to look at Terry.

"Maybe you should let Kevin go back to the left flank."

Terry said, wiping away sweat.

Even though he guessed Huang Kaiwen’s moves, he still couldn’t defend against them.

Just the changes in pace and stride by Huang Kaiwen, without relying on speed or explosiveness, made it hard to face.

He couldn’t understand how a player dribbling.

Could be Brazilian style one moment, Argentinian style the next.

Ashley Cole came up to defend again, Huang Kaiwen tapped with his right foot, Cole immediately followed the movement, and Huang Kaiwen used the outside of his foot to flick the ball back.

Ashley Cole sat down on the ground, spread his hands, and said: "I’m done, I’m done, not fun at all. If I follow your moves, you’ll change direction. It’s not that I can’t predict it; it’s that your reactions and starts are too fast."

Huang Kaiwen nodded with a smile, continually tapping the ball with his right foot as he moved towards the middle.

Although he’s adept with both feet, his right foot and left foot have some differences in skill level.

In training and even some matches, he deliberately uses his right foot.

As he got closer to the top of the arc, Cech shouted angrily: "Don’t take shots with power exceeding 140 km/h, got it?"

"Hey, Tin Man, that’s cheating. Who rules the opponent’s shot speed?"

Ashley Cole shouted from the side.

"Damn bastard, if you got the guts, become the goalkeeper!"

Cech cursed angrily.

"Ready?"

Huang Kaiwen asked with a smile.

Cech nodded with difficulty, and Huang Kaiwen flicked his right foot under the ball.

Cech immediately lunged towards the left of the goal but still couldn’t stop the ball.

This shot wasn’t too exaggerated in power, but the angle was tricky, hitting an absolute dead angle. Even in game conditions, such a ball would be hard to stop.

"Finally, time to go home."

Cech saw the fitness coach wave and said with a smile: "If I could, I wouldn’t want to face you in training sessions either."

"Unless you’re a backup goalkeeper!"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

During training, the main offensive players always attack the main goalkeeper.

High-level competition is the only way to improve.

"Better not, then."

Following Huang Kaiwen back to the locker room, Cech shook his head and said.

Since being hit on the head by a Reading player, he’s been a bit neurotic.

After all, that was facing death.

But he still doesn’t want to be away from football.

Every time he stands at the goal line now, he’s fighting against his own fear.

Huang Kaiwen patted Cech’s shoulder and started undressing.

Ashley Cole looked at Huang Kaiwen’s shorts, raised his brows, and said: "You really should let Rooney see this. He might get so self-conscious that he’d hide in a locker."

"Rooney was mocked by the escorts."

Terry explained.

"I saw that news."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

No matter if he admits it or not, getting mocked over such things is a shadow on any man.

As a public figure.

Rooney can still persist, which shows a strong mind.

"Joe, why are you looking so down?"

Terry asked.

"Huh? It’s nothing."

Joe Cole said hesitantly.

Huang Kaiwen took note; he needs to develop relationships with teammates quickly at Chelsea.

Joe Cole is a good candidate.

After everyone left, Huang Kaiwen took Ramos to find Joe Cole.

"What’s up, buddy?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

Joe Cole glanced at Ramos.

Huang Kaiwen said: "Don’t worry, Sergio is very discreet."

"Alright."

Joe Cole followed as they walked toward the parking lot, slowly opening up: "I realized I might not like women anymore..."

"Puh!" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Ramos couldn’t hold back and laughed.

Huang Kaiwen was also trying hard to control his emotions; he turned to give Ramos a look, telling him to stop laughing.

"Go on."

Huang Kaiwen said.

"It’s not that kind of physical dislike of women."

Joe Cole explained: "I just suddenly feel they’re superficial, only approaching me because I’m a star. You met my ex, she was like that, and all other women are the same; it’s not the kind of relationship I imagined."

"I get it, you’ve watched too many chick flicks, dreaming of that heart-racing moment."

Ramos said.

Joe Cole didn’t refute.

Huang Kaiwen was speechless.

Didn’t expect the UK to have such people too.