After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 802 - 0290 Demon Kevin (Subscribe please)

The next day.

Real Madrid players planned to return to Madrid after some sightseeing in London.

Originally, Huang Kaiwen wanted to give some advice to that kid Hojer, but a phone call forced him to change his plan.

He didn’t even have time to read the newspaper before heading out to the meeting.

After taking a taxi to the place, Huang Kaiwen pushed open the door and entered the restaurant.

This restaurant, from its signboard to its decor, gave him an Italian vibe.

"Kevin, over here!"

José Mourinho, dressed in a black suit, raised his hand and said.

Huang Kaiwen walked over and sat down.

"I guessed that you hadn’t left London yet, so I wanted to meet up with you."

Mourinho said with a smile. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

His face still looked defiant but with a hint of fatigue.

"I really didn’t expect that Mr. Mourinho would ask to meet me."

Huang Kaiwen said, smiling as he picked up the menu and ordered a few dishes.

"Did you know?"

Mourinho asked.

"Know what?"

Huang Kaiwen responded.

"I terminated my contract with Chelsea."

Mourinho said.

Even if he was restraining his emotions, it was clear to see Mourinho’s mood.

Huang Kaiwen felt it should be a sacking rather than a mutual termination.

Mourinho’s pride was too strong; he gave himself a more pleasant wording.

"That’s really unfortunate; I just got up and didn’t know about this news."

Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said.

Mourinho indeed did very well at Chelsea.

"Actually, I’ve thought about it before; there were many conflicts between him and me."

Mourinho opened up and said.

Huang Kaiwen understood that "he" referred to Abramovich.

"He’s a naive billionaire who thinks that money can solve everything. We had an agreement that he wouldn’t interfere with the team. But he and Kenyon kept pushing players into the team. Last summer, Chelsea even made a profit in the transfer market, giving me players I didn’t want and not giving me the transfer fees. How can a team win the UEFA Champions League like this?"

Mourinho complained.

Huang Kaiwen listened carefully, nodding from time to time.

It’s not just billionaires; many club presidents with strong control desires are like this.

Moratti spent generously on Inter, and his feelings for the team were deep.

But he also experienced multiple conflicts with players and coaches, and multiple times fans called for him to leave Inter before he gradually reduced his interference.

When Florentino was in charge during Galacticos Phase One, he even interfered with the coach’s lineup decisions.

Even during his second tenure, his favored Bale became a headache for some coaches.

These presidents, like players, grow step by step.

They slowly give up their business practices and start accepting the rules of football.

Unfortunately, Mourinho encountered Abramovich at a less ideal time than Moratti.

"What’s your plan next, Mr. Mourinho?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

"I’ll rest for a while and see if I get a chance to coach another team."

Mourinho said with a smile, "When I coach my next team, are you interested in joining and winning all the titles with me?"

"Things like these are unpredictable."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile, "Maybe one day we’ll be on the same team, but no one can guarantee when that day will come."

The probability is high that Mourinho’s next team will be Inter Milan.

The Yellow Ball King playing for Inter Milan is impossible.

"Alright then, let’s eat first."

Mourinho said with a smile, not pressing Huang Kaiwen for an answer.

After they finished eating, Mourinho introduced Huang Kaiwen to the restaurant’s owner, Alvaro Mazzini, who indeed turned out to be Italian.

"It’s an honor to meet you, Kevin."

Mazzini wiped his hand hard on his apron before extending it, saying.

"The food is quite good."

Huang Kaiwen shook hands with him and said with a smile.

"Next time you come, I’ll cook some of my specialties. I wasn’t really prepared today."

Mazzini said, rubbing his bald head and laughing.

"Then I’ll see you next time."

Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.

He got up and left the restaurant with Mourinho.

Who would have thought that one match would get Mourinho sacked? But it was just a trigger; the conflicts between Mourinho and Abramovich had long been numerous.

Last night, when talking to Sheva on the phone, Sheva had mentioned this.

As for why Sheva didn’t notify him, it was because he felt awkward talking to Huang Kaiwen about it, considering his difficult situation.

Back in Milan, everyone was a Ballon d’Or Winner; now, the situation is completely different.

When Huang Kaiwen returned to the hotel, most of his teammates hadn’t come back yet.

In a bustling city like London, Guti and the others would choose to indulge a bit.

After having lunch in the afternoon, the whole team took a connecting flight back to Madrid.

"Uncle Kevin, did you need something from me?"

Jorge Gonzalez timidly asked.

"It’s nothing, I just wanted to have a chat with you."

Huang Kaiwen said, rubbing the boy’s hair with a smile.

"Oh, what do you want to talk about."

The boy looked up and asked.

"I just wanted to tell you that everyone in this world is unique. If you don’t achieve enough in a certain field, it may be because you haven’t found the right path for your development."

Huang Kaiwen said.

"I don’t quite understand."

"You will understand in the future."

Huang Kaiwen sighed and said.

You can’t really tell a kid he has no talent and should give up football.

It’s just a common hobby; it can still keep him fit.

The key is to avoid becoming too passionate and always trying to follow his father’s footsteps.

About three hours later, the whole Real Madrid team landed in Madrid.

"Let’s go to Kevin’s house!"

Cassano suggested.

"I need to take my kid home."

Raul said.

"Me too." Salgado followed.

He was in love with the daughter of the former Real Madrid president Sans and was a family man.