After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1732 - 469: Guahi’s Alchemy Chest

"Pep, why did Kevin’s shot conversion rate drop so much today?"

"Is Kevin not fully recovered from his injury? Are you sure it’s okay for him to play directly?"

"Is there something wrong with your tactics? Kevin has hardly experienced this, but today he obviously didn’t play as well as before."

"Are Buffon and Ibrahimović’s injuries serious? Will it affect AC Milan’s preparation for the next games?"

"Do you have any thoughts of making new signings during the winter break?"

"..."

Deschamps sat on the stage, amused yet exasperated.

Not a single reporter directed a question his way.

But this was also fine, at least he didn’t have to answer any embarrassing questions.

Guardiola’s face was a bit gloomy, and he said, "Kevin is in perfect physical condition, I don’t understand your concerns. Today Kevin scored two goals and provided an assist. If that’s considered a poor performance, then there are no players in the football world who perform well. As for the players’ injuries, I’m not very informed. Alright, the press conference ends here today."

Guardiola left the press conference early.

This was his first time doing so while coaching in Milan.

Deschamps opened his mouth but couldn’t speak.

He didn’t expect Guardiola would just run off.

Players from both teams left Meazza.

Whether they lost or won, it’s all in the past, life goes on.

Sannetti returned home exhausted, only to see a mountain of jerseys piled up in the living room.

"Did Kevin have someone send all these over?"

Sannetti asked incredulously.

His wife Paola replied irritably, "Yes, apparently the entire Milan stock is here."

Sannetti sighed and said with a dry laugh, "At least this proves Inter Milan is quite popular."

"Then you’ll sleep in the living room today and sign a bunch of them."

Paola said. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Sannetti helplessly held his head.

He didn’t expect there would be so many jerseys.

The next day.

Guardiola got up early.

After going home yesterday, he went straight to bed, unusually not continuing to work.

"Morning, dear."

His wife Cristina Serra lowered her head to set up breakfast for Guardiola and gave him a quick kiss.

"Good morning."

Guardiola said with a smile.

"You won’t be feeling so good soon!"

Serra said gleefully, waiting to see her husband make a fool of himself.

Guardiola picked up the newspaper and saw the "Milan Sports Newspaper" harshly criticizing him.

"We won the game, didn’t we?"

Guardiola asked amusingly.

"Yes, but Kevin didn’t play comfortably!"

Sayer chuckled mischievously, "If Kevin is unhappy, Maria might cut ties with you!"

"Your words are very helpful, thanks."

Guardiola rolled his eyes and said.

Huang Kaiwen is exceptionally popular with young girls.

But thinking about it, it’s understandable. Good looks, good character, good reputation, the world’s most popular athlete in the most popular sport, and also wealthy. Guardiola couldn’t find any faults in Huang Kaiwen.

He’s even outstanding academically.

Previously, when he was in Spain, Guardiola saw a report about Huang Kaiwen’s school, a school that’s hard to get into, comparable to the level of Cornell in the United States.

This is quite rare in the football world.

If Huang Kaiwen weren’t a bit older, he’d actually support his daughter dating him.

It’s certainly better than finding a boyfriend like Inzaghi.

After breakfast, Guardiola didn’t go to the study but turned on the TV.

The morning news host was broadcasting yesterday’s match with a magnetic voice: "AC Milan’s 5-1 victory over Inter Milan, but Kevin’s performance wasn’t smooth. It’s widely believed that AC Milan’s coach Guardiola’s tactics are problematic. Our reporter interviewed Real Madrid’s coach Mourinho."

Mourinho said to the camera, "Kevin? We have a great friendship, and I dare say I’m the coach who understands Kevin the most. Kevin performs best in my team. Pep? He’s a great guy, very smart, but I want to say, he doesn’t know Kevin well enough. Neither he nor any other coach knows Kevin better than I do!"

Guardiola changed the channel with a bitter smile.

He saw the replay of yesterday’s football program.

It was still criticizing his tactical issues.

Guardiola, feeling a bit irritable, turned off the TV and picked up his coat, saying, "I’m going out for a walk."

"You better take your sunglasses, or the fans might give you trouble!"

Cristina Serra teased.

Guardiola shook his head and walked out of the house.

He didn’t understand what was going on in the world; clearly, the team won gloriously against their city rivals, Huang Kaiwen scored twice and assisted once, yet he was somehow in a worse position than Deschamps.

Guardiola kept pondering the situation back at Barca.

As well as his gains and losses since managing Milan.

As he walked, he came to an unfamiliar street.

Guardiola looked up and saw a shop adorned with various mysterious symbols, drawing him in unconsciously.

As soon as he pushed the door open, something hanging from the door hit his head.

Guardiola entered, rubbing his forehead.

He didn’t even know how to describe such a place.

Stylish decor, but the shelves were filled with all sorts of peculiar items.

Animal skulls, papers with mysterious symbols, various jars and bottles.

The unpleasant smell probably emanated from those things.

At this point, a short-statured man rushed out, rubbed his hands, and sidled up to Guardiola, saying, "Welcome, welcome."