After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 987 - 0327 Avengers Alliance (Seeking Subscription)_4

"Alright, maybe you’re right, perhaps I don’t have the talent for this."

Huang Kaiwen said speechlessly.

"Don’t lose heart, when God closes a door, He opens a window."

Boas comforted.

Huang Kaiwen nodded perfunctorily.

Boas is so thoughtful, maybe send him a book of "The Piano Emperor" someday.

Let him know magic has no limits.

In the fantasy world, magic eventually falls short.

No matter how powerful a BOSS, it’s hard to escape the fate of being killed.

The bus arrived at Stamford Bridge, fans were already waiting at the sidelines.

Boas reminded: "Kevin, you go first."

"Hmm."

Huang Kaiwen nodded, holding the trophy as he got off the bus.

As his foot touched the ground, nearby fans erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Saint Kevin!"

"Saint Kevin!"

"Saint Kevin!"

Chelsea fans had long been looking forward to their club’s first Ballon d’Or Winner.

Even elderly Chelsea fans had tears at the corners of their eyes.

Football is a very important part of their lives, marriages may break, but their support for the team never wavers.

Huang Kaiwen raised the trophy and waved to the fans, inciting another wave of cheers.

Ashley Cole gazed out the window, absentmindedly saying: "I also dreamed of a day like this when I was young."

"You know it’s just a dream."

Terry jabbed: "It’s impossible for you in this lifetime."

Ashley Cole, coming back to reality, chuckled: "Even though Kevin can win the Ballon d’Or, my Ballon d’Or utilization is higher than his."

Joe Cole, sitting in the front row, slightly pursed his lips.

The Sun newspaper once reported on Kevin’s night life.

Your utilization is high but the time isn’t enough.

instances of 47 seconds is less than five hours, not nearly as long as described in The Sun newspaper’s "Kevin’s Deluxe Ward Life" article.

After Huang Kaiwen finished interacting with the fans, the other players got off the bus one after another.

Kenyon jogged over to Huang Kaiwen, took the trophy from his hand, saying: "Kevin, you don’t need to go to the locker room, let me go over the schedule with you."

"But I haven’t returned the jersey yet." Huang Kaiwen said.

"No worries, there’s a jersey for you at the guest performers’ area, just change it there."

Kenyon raised an eyebrow and said.

Deciding on Huang Kaiwen and Shakira’s relationship.

Huang Kaiwen did not refute.

Following Kenyon all the way to the lounge, Shakira was making final preparations.

Kenyon, holding the trophy, took his leave and didn’t forget to close the door.

Before Huang Kaiwen could speak, Shakira pushed him onto the sofa.

"There’s still a match later."

Huang Kaiwen said.

"I asked, you’re not playing today."

Shakira said, licking her lips.

"But time’s not enough."

"No worries, let’s do something special."

"That’s what you said."

Huang Kaiwen looked at Shakira decorated on his thigh, reached out directly.

The two switched between offense and defense.

...

"It’s all your fault, the clothes are torn."

Shakira grumbled.

"Yes, blame me."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

He didn’t dare to mention that it was Shakira who initiated.

"The clothes are all stretched."

"That’s because of the poor quality."

"What clothes can fit two people!"

Shakira rolled her eyes at Huang Kaiwen, picked up the spare shoelaces beside his sneakers.

Tied the two laces together, wrapping them around her waist into a bow, looking free and easy.

When the staff came over to notify, Shakira followed the staff to leave, and Huang Kaiwen headed to the player’s tunnel to wait.

After Shakira took the stage.

Stamford Bridge erupted in shouts.

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

Huang Kaiwen: ...

Alright.

He and Shakira indeed had relations.

There’s really no need to explain.

Today Shakira sang "We Are the Champions."

Abramovich specially invited her to sing this song, probably because of the Yellow Ball King.

This classic Queen song is slowly being tagged with Chelsea.

The staff near the tunnel also hummed along.

They’re mostly Chelsea fans, and with Abramovich’s good salary conditions, they’re the ones who most hope for the team to win the championship.

"Kevin, it’s time to go on stage."

"Alright."

Huang Kaiwen jogged out of the tunnel.

Stamford Bridge exploded with loud cheers once more.

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

"Kevin!"

Huang Kaiwen ran up the stage, hugged Abramovich, and stood behind the table.

On the table lay three Ballon d’Or trophies.

Abramovich took the microphone from Kenyon to hand to Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen pushed the microphone back, saying: "As the club president, why don’t you say something?"

Abramovich nodded and said into the microphone: "Since the day I came to London, I’ve been determined to make Chelsea the best team. Yes, I didn’t say it at the time, but I’ve always been acting. Today, I say this because we are already the best team, this team will undoubtedly harvest countless championships by the end of the season, bringing us joy!"

Boom——

The fans present clapped frantically.

They think so, too.

Huang Kaiwen took the microphone and said: "Our boss has already spoken, so I have no choice but to do it, after all, he pays my salary. I will work hard with my teammates."

...

Both teams finished warming up, Huang Kaiwen returned to the bench to chat with Mata.

The director’s camera kept switching to the bench. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"The reason Huang Kaiwen didn’t start today is because he returned too late from Switzerland yesterday."

"Yes, Mourinho didn’t appear on the sidelines, reportedly due to a fatigue-induced gastrointestinal flu, the workload for football coaches is inherently high, so having a rest occasionally is good too."