After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 800 - 0289 Young Master with Conjunctivitis, Comic Artist Torres (Please Subscribe)_4

"Let’s go thank the fans."

Huang Kaiwen waved his hand and said with a smile.

The Chelsea fans gradually got up, leaving the Real Madrid players and the Meringue to celebrate.

"Kevin, you need to attend the press conference today."

Baldini came over and said.

"Okay, I’ll go now."

Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.

At the press conference, Mourinho and Capello were already seated there.

Mourinho was speaking, and Huang Kaiwen quietly walked up to the stage and sat down.

"...This referee, I don’t know what’s up with him. If he’s a musician, he should go play the piano. If he’s a fan of Kevin, then he should buy a ticket to watch the game. Our victory was stolen. We led for over 80 minutes, and then everything changed. As I said last time, I have never lost to Real Madrid in an eleven versus eleven match."

The reporters excitedly held up their recorders.

Mourinho indeed was their star.

"Mr. Mourinho, what did that gesture of yours mean?"

A reporter asked.

This was a classic case of pretending to know nothing, wanting Mourinho to speak for himself.

Whether Mourinho would face more severe punishment for speaking out was not within the reporter’s concern.

Mourinho was angry, but not stupid.

After venting, he had calmed down considerably.

He knew exactly what the reporter meant, so Mourinho said, "It doesn’t mean anything. Everyone can have their own interpretation. That’s all I have to say."

Seeing Mourinho stop talking, the reporters finally turned their attention to the Real Madrid players and coach.

"Fabio, did you steal Chelsea’s victory today?"

"What do you think of Vander’s officiating level?"

"Kevin, your shot led to three red cards, do you have anything to say?"

"Mourinho evaluated you several times, do you have any response?"

Capello adjusted his glasses with his middle finger and said, "The team’s performance wasn’t good today. Until Kevin came on, Chelsea deserved the victory more than us. The final result is fair, that’s all I want to say."

Capello’s meaning was clear, before Huang Kaiwen came on, Chelsea played better.

After that, of course, Huang Kaiwen decided the game, and there’s no problem with that.

Mourinho snorted coldly.

He still wanted to hear what Huang Kaiwen had to say.

Pulling the microphone over, Huang Kaiwen smiled and said, "Creating a few red cards was an accident, as long as we win the game, it’s okay. As for Mr. Mourinho? I’ve seen his evaluations of me, I want to say he is not a bad person, he’s just like Chelsea players, too eager to win. Sometimes what he says is not his intention. I respect such an excellent coach, that’s all I want to say."

Mourinho’s expression was rather remarkable.

He was good at arguing with others.

But this time, Huang Kaiwen repaid grievances with virtue, making him feel very complex.

He couldn’t keep talking about Huang Kaiwen’s lack of respect when the guy was helping him talk, right?

For a moment, Mourinho didn’t know what to do and could only get up and leave the press conference quickly.

On the bus back to the hotel.

The Real Madrid players were still excited.

Cassano and Guti were singing together.

Capello, sitting in the front row, finally understood why the omens were mixed.

The joy was for winning and advancing, the worry was because of Mourinho.

Today was just the beginning, definitely not the end.

In the coming period, he wouldn’t be able to escape Mourinho’s war of words.

After arriving at the hotel, the Real Madrid players were ready to celebrate.

Huang Kaiwen waved his hand and said, "You guys go ahead, I’ll check on Hojer."

"Then hurry up!"

Guti said.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t speak and waved his hand, taking Ramos and Raul into the elevator.

"The kid got conjunctivitis, some classmates called him a rabbit, and said it was contagious, so he hasn’t wanted to go to school these days."

Raul said, holding his temples.

Hojer, though not talented, was relatively introverted.

This made the old father even more heartbroken.

In this situation, being ostracized by classmates, he could only be anxious.

"I’ll go take a look."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Kids are just blunt.

Introverted and sensitive children are more easily hurt.

When they got to the upstairs room, Huang Kaiwen saw the Young Master beside Raul’s mother.

"Kevin, this is our first meeting."

Maria Blanco said with a smile, "Our family are all Atletico Madrid fans, but we like you very much too."

In Europe, it’s usually based on class to choose their main team. Raul’s poor family being Atletico Madrid fans is no surprise.

"Thank you for your support."

After hugging the old lady, Huang Kaiwen joked, "You raised a great captain for Real Madrid."

Maria Blanco spread her hands and said, "I didn’t think that way at first, but life is unpredictable..."

"Forget it, mom."

Raul put his arm around his mother’s shoulder and sat on the sofa, saying, "Stop talking about those old stories. Kevin doesn’t have much time to listen, he’s the hero of today."

"Alright then." Maria Blanco winked at Huang Kaiwen and said: "He once scored 8 goals in a youth game and defeated Guti, so that little guy has always held a grudge against my son."

She clearly was proud of her son’s achievements.

Old Prince was a bit embarrassed.

Huang Kaiwen could even score 8 goals in a senior match, it would be shameful to talk about such things.

"Young man, what’s wrong?"

Huang Kaiwen beckoned to the Young Master and asked.

"Uncle Kevin."

The Young Master smiled, then hid behind the sofa again, poking his head out with closed eyes, saying, "It’s contagious, I’ll play with you after I get better, Uncle Kevin."