After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 1776 - 478: Guardiola’s New Target

This speech feels like song lyrics.

"Alright, alright, Tiziano, are you the only one here today?"

Huang Kaiwen asked.

"Yes, the kids all have their own things to do. Now that they’ve grown up, they only come home for Christmas."

Crudeli complained.

Italians are very much like people in China in that they love family reunions.

Maldini laughed and comforted, "At least when they’re not around, you don’t have to worry."

The Young Master was caught skipping class to play computer games several times, but Huang Kaiwen always covered for his eldest son, leaving Maldini quite helpless.

"Come on, let’s head over too."

Huang Kaiwen pointed ahead.

The first-team players and some important guests would take photos in front of the AC Milan emblem before entering.

Even though Milan didn’t send special invitations, a considerable number of reporters still gathered at the site.

Ibrahimovic was taking pictures with his girlfriend, Helena. Helena wore a pair of exaggerated high heels to match Ibrahimovic’s height, but she was still much shorter.

Interestingly, Ibrahimovic wants to get married but Helena doesn’t agree; she’s a non-believer in marriage.

This is completely opposite to other players not wanting to marry while their girlfriends urge them to.

Huang Kaiwen was about to pose for a picture when the Young Miss and Lily walked ahead, and Kaka and Ramos were already rushing forward.

Inzaghi also bounced around and squeezed in.

The Young Miss and Lily exchanged glances and shook their heads helplessly.

Huang Kaiwen stood in the middle, hugging Kaka and Ramos, while Inzaghi poked his head out from behind Huang Kaiwen, turning a handsome shot a bit comical.

The reporters, who promised not to interview, actively broke their pledge.

"Kevin, Chelsea won the Club World Cup. Do you think this is because of you?"

"People say AC Milan has become the ruin of Italian football. A team too strong will hinder the league’s growth. What’s your opinion?"

"Jordan said she once dated you, is that true?"

"Stephen King said your experiences inspired him. Would you like to appear in his works?"

"..."

Huang Kaiwen waved a hand smiling, looked down at his watch, and said, "I’ll speak for one minute. If you interrupt, just shut up."

Seeing the reporters quiet, Huang Kaiwen said, "Even while I was at Chelsea, the team’s victory was everyone’s contribution. After I transferred, how could their championship be my credit? That belongs to the Chelsea players and Mr. Ancelotti. They were amazing, and I want to congratulate them on winning another title this season. As for Milan being too strong and affecting other teams’ development, that’s a complete lie. Milan seldom recruits players from Serie A, and we never prevent other teams from signing players, so how would it impact the league’s development?

Regarding Jordan, I hope you’re not talking about the basketball player—just joking. I don’t know her, but she does have a good relationship with Joe Cole; you can ask Joe about it when you have time.

As for the last question, I still don’t wish to appear in his works, as nobody wants to be the protagonist of a horror novel."

After speaking, Huang Kaiwen turned and walked away.

Milan players were seated up front.

The seating was distinctly marked.

Those with family sat apart from those without.

Seedorf surprisingly didn’t bring his wife, which took Huang Kaiwen by surprise.

But such matters are awkward to inquire about; players’ private lives are filled with betrayal and being betrayed.

In any situation, questioning them makes the other party uncomfortable.

Except for those like Felix, who always had particular hobbies, always forgiving her. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

At Huang Kaiwen’s table were himself and Lily, along with the Maldinis, Kaka’s family, Guardiola’s family, and Ambrosini’s family. Gattuso couldn’t make it due to sudden family matters.

The Young Miss sat there, making Maldini uneasy.

That’s his boss.

Huang Kaiwen was delighted to see Paol Maldini embarrassed.

"Kevin, over here."

Young Master called out.

"Apologies, I need to go to our young people’s spot."

Huang Kaiwen stood up, smiling as he spoke.

Moving to the kids’ spot, he was flanked by Maria and the Young Master.

"Kevin, I’ve reached Diamond rank!"

Young Master excitedly announced, "During yesterday’s promotion matches, I lost two but still promoted successfully—the eye-ward spin kick you taught me is awesome!"

"Boring."

Maria scoffed.

Huang Kaiwen put an arm around Young Master’s shoulder and said, "Really? That’s impressive. During break, we’ll find time to hang out together."

"Sure, I’ll play mid-lane, you go jungle, Uncle Kevin."

Young Master eagerly added.

Huang Kaiwen always let him have the kills while jungling.

"Fine with me."

Huang Kaiwen replied with a smile.

Seeing Gagliani on stage, he signaled Young Master to stop talking.

Wearing a neat suit, Gagliani even had a tie, standing at the microphone and raising his eyebrow, "The atmosphere is beautiful. We’re league leaders, reaching the Champions League’s Round of 16 early; apart from satisfaction and joy, what other emotions could I have? We haven’t lost in any competitions, this is a great achievement."

Warm applause erupted on the scene.

All associated with Milan, naturally, were joyful at this moment.

Young Master remarked, "That new coach isn’t great, it’s all thanks to you, Uncle Kevin, that we remain undefeated."

"Shut up, don’t diss my father!"

Maria snapped.

Before Young Master could argue, she added, "But my dad indeed owes his success to Kevin."