After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 641 - 0253 Shanshan’s Jersey (Please Subscribe)_2
Cassano said, "How about a race to see who gets there first?"
"Do I look like someone that boring?"
Guti retorted with a sneer.
"So you’re saying you’re too scared to race, huh?"
Cassano said with a crooked smile.
His cheap taunting tactics, coupled with that smug expression, were enough to irk anyone.
Clearly annoyed, Guti responded, "Bring it on, let’s race!"
"Come on, jelly legs, let me show you what I’m made of!"
Cassano charged off, looking back as he called out.
Guti followed close behind and ran up as well.
"Who do you think will win?"
Raul asked.
Lily looked up at Huang Kaiwen, equally curious for the answer.
"Neither of them will win."
Huang Kaiwen said.
What a joke. It wasn’t so easy to just sprint from the main entrance to Hao Han Slope; climbing the Great Wall was far more exhausting than running on the turf.
"Kevin, take a photo for me."
Lily hopped over to Huang Kaiwen’s side and said, shoving the camera into his hands.
Huang Kaiwen glanced at the surrounding scenery and thought it was decent, though not the most beautiful part of Badaling.
But if his girlfriend asked, he’d shoot.
With [Photography Mastery] and [Painting Mastery], taking a picture was a breeze.
"Don’t look at me, gaze out towards that beacon tower,"
Huang Kaiwen instructed.
Lily turned to look at the beacon tower, but her gaze kept sneaking back towards him, like a child in a photo eyeing their parent, ready to sneak into the kitchen for a chocolate.
Forget it.
A young girl should be just like that.
At 18, Lily’s youth was palpable, and every photo was bound to be beautiful.
Click~ Click.
Huang Kaiwen kept pressing the shutter, directing Lily to adjust her poses.
Born into a family of performers, Lily had a great sense of the camera. She was well-versed in photography herself and easily met Huang Kaiwen’s directions.
She exuded a different vibe from the young mistress in front of the lens: while the young mistress was quite aggressive, Lily was more lively and playful.
As the two of them strolled and snapped pictures, they fell behind the rest.
Capello followed right behind the duo with his right- and left-hand men.
"Kevin seems to be in a good mood,"
Baldini commented with a smile.
"It seems like this is Kevin’s first time back to China after playing soccer, and his home is this city. Of course he’s happy to be home,"
Capello said with a nod.
He knew Huang Kaiwen’s background like the back of his hand.
He knew more about the interesting places in Yanjing than the tourist brochures.
"How should we play in the match?"
Galbiati asked.
"Have the players play seriously, score fewer goals, and make smaller moves in defense to reduce physical contact,"
Capello said with a smile.
Baldini:...
Galbiati:...
In South Korea, you insisted that coaches shouldn’t stop their players from attacking.
What a play, Fabio, no wonder you’re the head coach!
After walking a bit more, Capello saw Cassano and Guti slumped against the wall.
The two ran too fast, neither willing to fall behind, and now they were too tired to get up.
They couldn’t just abandon the two players, so they had to help them up and continue climbing the Great Wall.
By the time they reached Hao Han Slope, both Capello and the assistant coaches were quite exhausted.
Huang Kaiwen, holding a camera, was treated as a makeshift photographer by his teammates.
Capello leaned on the merlon, gazing into the distance at the dense greenery, and sighed, "A call, and the Great Wall falls for ten thousand leagues; a beam from Qi, a woman weeps to bring her husband back."
"Coach, that’s deep!"
Huang Kaiwen put down the camera and gave a thumbs up.
These two lines were about Meng Jiangnu weeping over the Great Wall, a very common reference in poems about the Great Wall.
"I read this before coming here. From such a grand structure, one can imagine the cruelty of the old wars. It’s truly incredible that it could be built."
Capello said.
"Yeah."
Huang Kaiwen mused.
It was easy to see from chatting with Capello that he was quite the artistic soul.
He loved to travel and understand different cultures, enjoyed music, and even played golf. If someone only read the newspapers, they’d never guess Capello was like this.
Just like it was hard for fans to imagine Pepe being so amiable and gentle off the field.
Many players and coaches are completely different people in life than they are on the pitch.
Huang Kaiwen introduced Capello to the history of the Great Wall as they stood there for a while.
"President, that Huang Kaiwen jerk!"
"Looks like another fan is here for you. I can’t take up too much of your time,"
Capello said, patting Huang Kaiwen on the shoulder before walking away.
Huang Kaiwen turned around to see the person he had met yesterday.
The banner they brought had left a deep impression.
Huang Kaiwen didn’t understand. All they wanted was to explode his gear, and since it hadn’t even happened, why were they so persistently after him?
Seeing them covered in sweat, it seemed like they had been waiting at the hotel for Real Madrid and then followed them to Badaling.
This couldn’t go on forever. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
Huang Kaiwen decided to take the initiative and approached the group, "Hello, is there something you need?"
The entourage waited for their boss to speak.
Wang Qihao stuttered, "...Kevin, I’m a fan of yours. I’ve bought the official jerseys, and I’d like your autograph."
"Of course, you can."
Huang Kaiwen smiled and reached out his hand.
The other person quickly pulled out three jerseys from their bag, two from Milan and one from Real Madrid, all player versions.
Huang Kaiwen took the marker and signed all three jerseys before asking, "Would you like to take a photo together?"
"Huh?"
Wang Qihao paused, then nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes!"
Huang Kaiwen stood in the middle of the group, ready for the photo, but there was a slight issue.
None of them wanted to be the photographer, so they had to ask Baldini for help taking the picture.
