After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

He never expected Mourinho’s tactics to be described this way.

Damn.

Isn’t it just arranging the defense well and allowing players more freedom in attack?

"Does hearing this make you think Mourinho is better than Guardiola?"

The reporter pressed on.

"Firstly, when addressing someone’s surname, you should add Mr., or to show closeness, you can directly call them by their name."

Huang Kaiwen continued: "Mr. Guardiola and Mr. Mourinho have different styles, you can’t really say who’s better. Just like Sir Ferguson and Mr. Wenger, they are the best coaches in the world, only specializing in different areas."

"Lastly, regarding the idea of watching from the stands with Nesta and provoking the fans."

The reporter asked.

Huang Kaiwen pulled the microphone closer, thought briefly, and said: "If you define this as provocation, we already have a disagreement. It’s a counterattack; they provoked first, and we retaliated. I understand the history of Lazio and Alessandro; Lazio was on the brink of bankruptcy. If it weren’t for Alessandro’s transfer bringing in a huge amount of funds, they wouldn’t have survived. I know Lazio fans were disappointed because their captain left, but Alessandro shouldn’t have to bear their anger. Over the years, Lazio fans have treated him with boos and debris, which is unfair. If they truly wanted to help the team, they should have raised tens of millions to help Lazio through hard times, rather than harassing their benefactor relentlessly."

"Aren’t you afraid Lazio fans will be angry about your words?"

The reporter asked cautiously.

Lazio fans aren’t easy to deal with.

"I’m just speaking the truth. If they don’t want to hear it and want to vent on me, I don’t care."

Huang Kaiwen shrugged and said.

When choosing between a bunch of unreasonable Nazis and Nesta, Huang Kaiwen didn’t even need to think about it.

The reporters admired Huang Kaiwen’s courage a bit.

Even though they are so defiant, they have to be cautious with their wording when reporting news related to Lazio fans.

No one wants to be ambushed in the parking lot with sticks on their way home.

Only then did Clemente speak up: "I don’t know the extent of Pep’s injury, but I hope he can return to the field soon. I will go to see him shortly, hoping he can quickly recover. If his body doesn’t allow it, I’m happy to take on some responsibility; that’s why I’m the assistant coach."

"Wouldn’t it be better for Kevin to command, since he’s part of the coaching staff too?"

A reporter reminded.

Clemente was stunned and looked at Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen smiled and shook his head.

These reporters are quite mischievous.

Although Master Huang might coach Milan in the future.

It’s still too early now.

With the team having an assistant coach, a player commanding a match is not a good idea. It would make the coach ponder more.

Huang Kaiwen definitely doesn’t want to do that.

Clemente, relieved, smiled and said: "Looks like Kevin doesn’t intend to coach the team, so that’s how it is. If Pep can’t recover quickly, I’ll stand at the dugout."

"By the way, for a player from Milan, how do you rate Balotelli?"

The reporter asked.

Clemente was bewildered.

Huang Kaiwen also dared not say much.

At the time, it was really careless; these reporters said Balotelli was from Milan.

He was clearly signed by Milan, trained for two years, and then sold.

After joining Manchester City last summer, Balotelli returned to Italy injured, and while driving around with his brother, he accidentally crashed into a women’s prison.

It’s likely Cassano has always been very envious of this incident.

Clemente said awkwardly: "I’ve never met Balotelli, and I don’t know what kind of person or player he is, but I hope he can perform better."

"But a few days ago, when signing autographs for fans, he pretended to be Kevin."

The reporter reminded.

Huang Kaiwen laughed helplessly and said: "That’s not a big deal. After all, he’s Mario Balotelli. Alright, that’s it for today."

Clemente obviously didn’t have the ability to handle the reporters.

If he stayed any longer, he might say something wrong.

So Huang Kaiwen decided to end the press conference early.

"Thanks, Kevin."

On the way back, Clemente said.

"No problem, coach."

Huang Kaiwen smiled and waved.

After saying goodbye to the players, Clemente went to the Rozzano Humanitarian Hospital.

After asking around, Clemente finally found where Guardiola’s ward was.

Whether he gets to coach the UEFA Champions League depends on today. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Clemente took a deep breath before pushing open the ward door.

"Sale? Come in!"

Serra turned her head and warmly invited him.

She immediately came to the hospital upon hearing about Guardiola’s injury.

"Cristina."

Clemente nodded and said: "I was worried about Pep, so I came right after the match."

"He can’t speak right now because he lost two front teeth."

Serra said with amusement.

She knows very well how important a public image is to her husband.

"That’s all? Then it shouldn’t be a big deal."

Clemente said, somewhat disappointed.

Damaged teeth can be fixed, and although dentists are expensive, for a coach like Guardiola earning millions of Euros annually, it’s nothing.

"Also a little concussion!"

Serra intentionally lowered her voice to where Guardiola could hear and said: "I think Pep’s head might be troubled; he’s been mumbling about paying the price."

"Really?"

Clemente asked, surprised.

If Guardiola became a lunatic, Clemente could only take his place.

"Hey, don’t talk about me like that."

Guardiola said with a quirky Spanish accent, air leaking and causing speech errors.

"Are you okay, Pep?"

Clemente walked over and asked.

"Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon."

Guardiola said.

This time, he had given enough.

Clemente saw Guardiola’s spirits seem fine, indicating no major issues.

This left Clemente feeling a bit conflicted; he truly wanted to coach a UEFA Champions League match himself.

Serra stood up and said: "You keep an eye on him, I’ll go fetch the kids."

Previously, she hurriedly left without dealing with the children.

In Italy, leaving kids at home, even with adults who lack official guardianship ability, like siblings, can be considered abandonment.

If someone reports it, it would be troublesome.

She needs to hurry back.

"Alright, you go ahead; I’ll look after Pep."

Clemente said.

"Then can you get me a cup of coffee?"

Guardiola said.

Clemente got up to get hot water, found instant coffee on the nightstand, made it, and handed it to Guardiola.

When taking it, Guardiola didn’t hold it steadily, and the coffee spilled on him.

"Damn it!!!"

Guardiola cursed, hurriedly took off his hospital gown for inspection.

His whole armpit was reddened.

"Should I go find a nurse?"

Clemente asked.

"Forget it."

Guardiola sighed and said.

"My grandmother told me that toothpaste can treat burns; I’ll go find some in the bathroom."

Clemente got up and said.

This high-end ward is better stocked than a hotel, and Clemente quickly came out with ointment.

While helping Guardiola to apply it, Guardiola joked: "A man applying anything on me, I really can’t get used to it."

Just as Clemente was about to speak, his hand pressed on the toothpaste, causing a large blob to fly into Guardiola’s eye.

Guardiola let out a piercing scream.

"Pep, are you okay?"

Clemente got up to check, and at this moment Guardiola, fearing Clemente might handle things poorly again, shifted backward, unexpectedly falling off the bed.

With his whole body hurting, Guardiola, eyes closed, muttered: "I’ve already paid the price..."