Speaking of which, I haven’t seen Master Ka much lately.

After all, Master Ka is the coach of the England national team.

It’s rare to see him since he’s not playing in the Premier League.

England internationals almost never play abroad since the Premier League is closer to home and pays well.

It’s hardly a relaxed affair.

Playing in England means you’re bound to be annoyed by the British reporters.

Huang Kaiwen glanced again; the media’s stance was similar across the board.

The entire Italian press was exclaiming that the wolves were coming.

Some newspapers even put Milan in a 1333 formation, with that "1" being Nesta.

I wonder what Nesta thinks when he sees the news.

Huang Kaiwen chuckled and put the newspaper aside.

As for the Ballon d’Or, he didn’t even bother looking.

If his vote share is less than 50%, he’d retire on the spot.

Later, Kaka showed up with a baby stroller.

Huang Kaiwen curiously asked, "Where’s the kid’s mom?"

"She’s gone abroad again,"

Kaka said.

Kaka rarely used Beatrice’s nickname in front of Huang Kaiwen.

Beatrice’s nickname is Beabea, pronounced like "BB," which sounds very affectionate.

Huang Kaiwen picked up the child from the stroller, lifted him high, and said, "Paul, you have to surpass that Paul and show him who the real Paul is."

This statement sounded mysterious and cryptic.

Kaka, on the other hand, was quietly laughing on the side.

Being fluent in Chinese, he knew exactly where Huang Kaiwen’s grudge lay.

"I’m back with the team tomorrow. The vacation feels like it was too short."

Kaka complained on the side.

"When I was playing in the Premier League, there was no winter break."

Huang Kaiwen shrugged and said.

The Premier League only has one more FA Cup compared to Serie A.

But it feels so much more exhausting.

Huang Kaiwen thought it was because Premier League teams played harder.

The BIG four are strong teams, plus the bonuses for staying in the Premier League are increasing, so even the bottom teams fight harder, unlike Beidaiwang’s more relaxed style.

Players’ contracts often have clauses for salary reductions upon relegation, and this directly affects their income.

This makes the Premier League so tough to play in.

It’s not too bad now, but in a few years when television revenue increases even more, newly promoted teams would spend a hundred million in the summer alone.

The two of them played with the child indoors for a while. Little Paul fell asleep, and they immediately sat in front of the TV to play Pro Evolution Soccer.

After a few hours, it became four people playing on two TVs.

After losing the game, Messi said, "When I was at Barca, I played FIFA more often."

"But in Milan, Pro Evolution Soccer is the thing!"

Ramos said, holding up the controller.

"What the heck is Filippo up to?"

Huang Kaiwen asked casually.

"I don’t know, I haven’t seen news of him getting caught in the papers."

Kaka teased.

"Hey, talking bad about someone behind their back isn’t what a Christian should do."

Inzaghi walked briskly into the living room carrying two plastic bags.

After placing the bags on the dining table, he pointed at Kaka and said, "You’re accused of insulting the Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire, which has affected the friendship between Brazil and the Holy Roman Empire. Prepare to be a sinner."

Kaka rolled his eyes and said, "I believe the president won’t blame me over a trio-led empire."

"Damn, you’re no longer the Ricardo I used to know."

Inzaghi ranted angrily.

Back when Kaka was easy to fool and didn’t have such quick comebacks.

"People have to grow up eventually."

Kaka shrugged and said.

"I feel like you learned bad things from Kaiwen!"

Inzaghi complained, "I went to Chinatown in the morning and bought some roast duck. Do you want some?"

"I’ll pass."

Huang Kaiwen said.

He’d had roast duck in Italy.

Always felt a bit off, maybe due to the duck variety?

Messi, however, graciously put down the controller.

Inzaghi immediately put his arm around Messi’s shoulder and whispered.

Kaka quietly asked, "Kaiwen, aren’t you worried about Leo being fooled by him?"

"Between Balotelli and Filippo, who knows who’d fool whom, I don’t think Leo will fall for it."

Huang Kaiwen quipped.

Inzaghi was someone who couldn’t hold back his words.

If he had any intention, it would show quickly.

Anyone with a normal mind wouldn’t agree to his absurd requests.

Around eight in the evening, everyone headed home.

The next morning, Ramos drove Huang Kaiwen, and before they even reached the gates of Milanello, they saw more reporters than usual gathered at the entrance.

"They’re excited about the transfer of big stars."

Huang Kaiwen said.

"In Milan, besides you, there are only stars and better stars. Only you are the big star!"

Ramos scoffed.

Huang Kaiwen didn’t say anything.

The two drove straight into the training base.

Except for a few rookies, most reporters made way for them.

After parking and walking to the locker room, they saw Messi staring blankly.

Huang Kaiwen went over and patted Messi on the arm, asking, "Why aren’t you changing clothes?"

"I don’t know which locker is mine."

Messi replied with a wry smile.

He had been careful, having Antonella drive him to the training base early.

When he arrived at the training base, he deliberately lay low to confuse the reporters.

But once he reached the locker room, he was dumbfounded.

Huang Kaiwen pointed to a locker next to Kaka’s and said, "That’s the one, we saved it for you, it’s not locked, you can see your jersey inside."

Messi went over, opened the locker, and indeed saw his jersey.

The three changed and headed out.

Messi eagerly rushed onto the training field, where Gattuso was already warming up.

Ramos curiously asked, "Kaiwen, aren’t you used to putting your arm around others’ shoulders, why did you just pat his arm?"