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

"It’s hard to say, this is hard to say, but Huang Kaiwen and Chelsea are still very happy together. Compared to his experience at Real Madrid, I think personally, Huang Kaiwen should prefer Chelsea."

"That’s right, the camera cuts to Chelsea’s owner Abramovich, who stands up and claps along with the fans. Huang Kaiwen gets such treatment at Stamford Bridge."

Kroos stands at the sideline with Clemente.

Because Huang Kaiwen suddenly needs to leave the field, he didn’t even get time to warm up.

Kroos turns around and looks resentfully at Higuain. Why hasn’t this guy given him his phone number yet?

"Go for it, Toni!"

Huang Kaiwen pats Kroos on the shoulder.

As for the armband, he had already handed it to Nesta.

Even without considering nationality, Kroos has no chance to wear the captain’s armband.

Apart from a few Italians, there are foreign players like Kaka and Torres who have been playing for a long time.

Clemente kindly hands Huang Kaiwen a towel and bottle of water, asking, "Is there something wrong, Kevin?"

"No, just a bit tired."

Huang Kaiwen says with a smile.

After exerting himself on that free kick earlier, his knee felt a bit uncomfortable.

It’s better not to persist on the field now.

"Then hurry up and go rest."

Clemente says.

Huang Kaiwen nods and returns to the bench.

"That assistant coach is so enthusiastic towards you, yet you don’t respond enthusiastically. That’s not like you."

Inzaghi complains.

"Don’t talk nonsense, I’m just tired."

Huang Kaiwen retorts.

Guardiola got injured today, but as a coach, he will definitely watch the replay.

"Do you think I have a chance to play today?"

Inzaghi asks softly. "Do you want to play?"

Huang Kaiwen asks.

"Of course, I haven’t played much lately."

Inzaghi says.

As a player staying away from the pitch, he feels pretty good.

"Then I suggest you go ask, just ask the coach if you can play."

Huang Kaiwen says.

"Just like that?"

Inzaghi asks wide-eyed, feeling like Huang Kaiwen is fooling him.

"Just like that!"

Huang Kaiwen says.

Inzaghi really doesn’t understand the intricacies involved.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen’s determined expression, Inzaghi decisively goes up to ask.

Soon, Inzaghi excitedly nods at Huang Kaiwen and takes off his training jacket, starting to warm up on the sidelines.

Huang Kaiwen chuckles and shakes his head.

Most of the team’s players don’t respect Clemente much.

They even appear perfunctory on the surface.

At such a time, Inzaghi showing goodwill, Clemente definitely has to give Inzaghi some benefits.

Even though Inzaghi is declining, he’s still a Milan stalwart, possibly influencing several Italian players in the team, plus he’s still quite popular in the team.

Even if Clemente lacks locker room political sensitivity, just being a coach is enough reason for him to give Inzaghi a chance.

Teams are pure places.

These are merely simple interpersonal situations.

Sure enough, Torres was substituted off not long after.

In the final moments, Cech rushed into the Milan penalty area to contest the header, but unfortunately, he couldn’t score.

The first leg of the quarter-finals ends with a 1:4 score.

At the post-match press conference.

Ancelotti became the absolute center of attention, even Huang Kaiwen wasn’t as well-received as he was.

"Carlo, your machine caused Guardiola to fall behind, do you think UEFA will impose a ban on you?"

"Being thrashed by AC Milan today, do you still have a chance in the second leg?"

"Who is the main culprit for today’s loss?"

"Fans are already protesting online about the machine you brought to the game, what do you think about it?"

"Mr. Clemente, is Mr. Guardiola’s injury serious?"

"..."

Reporters didn’t even ask Huang Kaiwen questions.

Ancelotti’s face wasn’t very good, he was afraid the reporters would touch on the topic of the Willingness Collector.

Ancelotti grabbed the microphone, raised his eyebrows and said seriously: "What happened today was completely accidental; someone sabotaged my machine. I’m very sorry about Pep’s injury, and I’ll visit him at the hospital later. But I believe my machine doesn’t have any problems; it’s a great invention."

"Do you think today’s defeat has anything to do with your machine?"

A reporter asked.

Ancelotti slams the table and shouts: "Nonsense, this is just a normal game. Winning or losing is, of course, a matter between me and the players. Your question is as ridiculous as asking if my team’s loss is related to pigs raised in my hometown."

Ancelotti loves eating pork; he has a close bond with pigs.

He’s a farmer’s child.

Back in 1999, when Ancelotti was appointed as the coach of Juventus, home fans displayed banners saying: "Pigs can’t coach, go back." Ancelotti was furious; he told reporters: "This has truly pushed me to the limit, because their words show absolutely no respect for a pig."

Seeing Ancelotti unwilling to continue the interview, they turned their attention to Clemente.

"Mr. Clemente, can you tell us about Mr. Guardiola’s situation?"

A reporter asked.

Clemente was a bit excited, his eyebrows dancing as he said: "I don’t know Pep’s condition, but the sideline was very bloody at the time. You understand there’s more hidden behind it, like the prostate. I suspect Pep suffered severe damage, so someone should be responsible for this."

Ancelotti’s face turned dark.

He must confirm Guardiola’s injury quickly.

Otherwise, he’ll be in a very passive position moving forward.

If he can’t use Willingness Power, what will happen to the results of his years of research?