After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 817 - 0293 Securing the Championship in Advance, Everlasting Friendship (Please Subscribe)_2

Damn it, I need van Persie’s number for the next National Team match.

It’s really delaying important things!

Bernardine helplessly watched as her husband paced around the living room.

She could understand Robben’s behavior.

After all, when he was at Chelsea, Robben was still a player of relatively high tactical importance, having a lot of shooting rights on the wing.

But that was no longer the case after he joined Real Madrid.

Even without comparing to Huang Kaiwen, he had no advantage over his teammates.

Everyone in the Real Madrid locker room was a genius.

This sense of disparity made Robben want to regain his confidence somewhere else.

Finally there was an opportunity, but he couldn’t share it with others. It was really frustrating.

At this moment, Robben’s phone rang.

Bernardine saw her husband burst at a speed faster than on the pitch, suddenly grabbing his phone from the coffee table.

"Kevin? I won’t be able to make it. Really have to go? Hello, hello..."

Robben listened to the busy tone on the phone.

He said to Bernardine with some dissatisfaction, "Kevin invited us to visit, then he directly hung up the phone."

"Then let’s go, we have nothing to do anyway."

Bernardine said eagerly.

She didn’t want to see Robben continue pacing back and forth in the living room.

"Really, why like this."

Robben complained.

His wife had already started changing clothes, and he could only follow suit.

Bernardine put on some light makeup, and about half an hour later, the two of them left home.

About 20 minutes later, Robben arrived at Kevin’s house.

Bernardine quickly got out of the car.

Robben had been complaining the entire way, and she was a bit fed up.

As they went up and rang the doorbell, Albert opened it and led them into the yard.

The two of them saw a cake set up in the yard.

"Kevin, isn’t today your birthday?"

Bernardine asked in surprise.

"Yes, but there’s something that needs celebrating!"

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

He went up to light the candles on the cake, waved to the Robben couple, and signaled them to come to the table.

Bernardine noticed the many utensils, feeling somewhat puzzled.

"Is this a streamer ball?"

Bernardine asked.

"Yes, you pull it!"

"Isn’t that inappropriate?"

"It’s fine, go ahead and pull it."

Huang Kaiwen encouraged.

Bernardine gave a slight pull, and with a ’pop’, the streamer ball split from the middle, golden flowers splashing everywhere, a banner dropped down, on which was written "Congratulations to Arjen Robben for being accepted into the Technical University of Madrid Business School".

The sound of Scottish bagpipes played.

Robben hadn’t yet processed it.

The hidden Real Madrid players emerged from every corner of the yard.

Accompanied by the band, they sang: "Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind, should auld acquaintance be forgot, and auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne..."

"Kevin, everyone..."

Robben rubbed his eyes vigorously.

He swore it was just the wind blowing today.

...

While the Real Madrid players were having a great time together, there was someone feeling uneasy.

Capello spent this rest day cautiously, not even daring to go out.

It all stemmed from his morning divination, which showed the hexagram "Heaven and Lake Crossing".

According to the "Plum Blossom Numerology" by Northern Song dynasty’s Shao Yong, the result indicated difficult times ahead, with many obstacles and struggles, not suitable for making hasty moves, requiring gradual and cautious actions.

That’s why Capello was so uneasy, keeping himself locked in the study all day.

"Fabio, you should go out for some fresh air."

Laura Capello opened the study door, placed tea in front of Capello, and said.

"I don’t want to go out today."

Capello sighed.

"Get some fresh air, it will clear your mind."

Laura opened the window and helped tidy up the desk.

Capello reluctantly got up, planning to just stroll around downstairs.

Wearing his coat, he left the apartment building, careful not to walk too close to the building or too near the road.

After a few minutes of walking, he wanted to go back home.

As he walked home, he remembered there was a videotape in his car that he had brought back from the team.

As he approached his car, he caught a whiff of an indescribable stench.

With a bad feeling, Capello quickened his pace, the fishy stench grew stronger and stronger. When he opened the car door, he saw an opened row of herring cans lined up on the driver’s seat.

Capello didn’t even know whether to curse or thank the bastard for being considerate enough not to spill the cans in the car.

This sight made Capello momentarily forget to breathe.

Clenching his fists tightly, his face turned red with anger.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and shouted three names: "Cassano, Higuain, Torres, you’re dead!"

...

The next day.

Huang Kaiwen arrived at the team.

He noticed that Cassano and the others were demoted to the B team again.

"What happened?"

At the training ground, Huang Kaiwen asked.

"Don’t know, but the coach didn’t drive to training today."

Raul said.

Huang Kaiwen: ...

What the hell.

Last night Cassano was playing at his place until midnight.

Now Yellow Ball King even admired their audacity.

Pulling pranks late at night, no wonder the coach was pissed.

Because of Capello, the players didn’t dare to speak loudly during training.

April 26th.

Barca against La Coruña match.

Huang Kaiwen almost couldn’t stop laughing.

Bald Pep actually put Bojan on the left wing.

Barca lost 0:2 to La Coruña, completely exiting the title race.

With a lot of ball possession, Bojan still couldn’t handle it well.

Huang Kaiwen thought, maybe Bald Pep was setting the stage.

Since he took over mid-season, there were no honors to pursue, and the only chance in the Champions League was thrashed by Real Madrid in the first leg.