After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!

He could only agree to Capello’s invitation with the determination to risk a stomach wash, as Capello’s recipes made him feel nauseous just by looking at them.

”No need for gifts, you coming over will surely make Laura very happy!”

Capello said with a smile.

Back in the locker room.

Cassano went over to Huang Kaiwen and said, ”Let’s celebrate at your place today, I ran so much on the pitch I’m starving.”

”An winger who played the full game without scoring has the nerve to say he’s hungry, if I were you I’d have no appetite at all.”

Ramos said.

”Shut up, I’m talking to your father!”

Cassano cheekily said.

Ramos got up, ready to hit Cassano again.

The locker room got lively once more.

Cassano wasn’t physically strong, but he never gave in when it came to verbal spats.

He hid behind Huang Kaiwen, continuously provoking Ramos.

Ramos was so angry he was grinding his teeth, but he really had no way to deal with Cassano.

Huang Kaiwen quickly, along with Raul, tried to separate Ramos.

Cassano then asked, ”How about going to your place?”

”I’ve promised to visit the coach, but if you’d like, you can come too; I remember you and Mrs. Capello go way back,”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

”Forget it, I’ve got some things to do, oh, I just remembered, today is my dog’s third naming day, I absolutely can’t leave her at home alone.”

Cassano blabbered.

After drunkenly misspeaking last time and being recorded by Huang Kaiwen, he was a bit hesitant to face Laura Capello.

After hearing Huang Kaiwen’s words, the other players didn’t seem to have the intention to go out and celebrate either.

After changing, Huang Kaiwen took Capello’s car to their home.

Mrs. Capello warmly hugged Huang Kaiwen and said, ”Child, before I could only see you on the TV, you look even more handsome in person.”

”Thank you.”

Huang Kaiwen said with a nod.

Laura Capello seemed very elegant, and it wasn’t hard to tell she was a beauty in her youth.

”Come on in, I’ve prepared a little something to eat.”

Laura Capello warmly invited.

Huang Kaiwen nodded and entered the house.

Capello’s home was smaller than he had expected.

It was a simple apartment, quite modest compared to Capello’s income.

Capello poured Huang Kaiwen a glass of water, then sat down on the sofa opposite him and said, ”Looks like I might be facing a suspension, I don’t know for how long.”

”It should be fine, the team is in good shape,”

Huang Kaiwen said after taking a sip of water.

”Even if there’s an assistant coach to pass on the message, it’s quite inconvenient, so I want to talk to you about the lineup for the second leg.”

Capello said with a smile.

Huang Kaiwen:...

”Coach, whatever you arrange is fine,”

Huang Kaiwen said.

He really didn’t feel right getting involved in these matters.

Even if his teammates would not know, Huang Kaiwen himself found it odd to involve himself; he only ever discussed positional changes in person in the locker room.

”It’s no big deal, I think I’ll have you on the bench for the second leg, if they can handle Inter Milan, you won’t need to play at all.”

Capello took out a tactical sheet and placed it on the table.

Huang Kaiwen nodded, now he understood the intention.

”I have no objections, Coach.”

”That’s good, that’s good.”

Capello said with a nod, asking, ”Do you see any need to modify the starting lineup?”

Huang Kaiwen knew that unless he said something, Capello would keep pestering him.

He quickly glanced over it and said, ”I think it’s already very good.”

”That’s great.”

Capello said, putting the starting lineup back into his bag.

With only a week between the two legs of the match, there shouldn’t be major fluctuations in the players’ fitness levels, so as long as there are no injuries, there’s no need to change the starting lineup.

”We can put aside work now, it’s time to eat,”

Laura Capello said as she took a plate out of the oven with oven mitts on: ”Fabio said you’d be coming over, so I made some nice things especially.”

”You’ve gone to the trouble,”

Huang Kaiwen said as he sat down.

Italians may eat late, but not usually this late.

The Capellos were not young.

Even on match days, Capello would normally eat something simple when he got home, not prepare so much.

Seeing the dishes on the dinner table, Huang Kaiwen knew Mrs. Capello must have put in a lot of effort, and wondered how she managed to prepare so much in such a short time after the match.

The dinner was much more delicious than Huang Kaiwen had expected.

The Capellos were also very talkative.

During the meal, they chatted about topics like music, travel, and sports.

Hearing that Capello liked golf, Huang Kaiwen even made plans to play a couple of rounds with the couple when they were free, since he hadn’t used [Mastering Golf] much since buying it.

Before leaving, Huang Kaiwen took a tour of Capello’s study, where a large Bagua diagram hung on the wall behind the desk and the bookshelf was filled with an eclectic collection of books.

On the way home, Huang Kaiwen wondered whether Capello could understand ”Baopuzi,” never mind Capello, even as a Chinese person, he gave up after only the first page.

After getting home, Huang Kaiwen told Albert to find an opportunity the next day to send a couple of bottles of red wine to the Capellos, then he went back to his bedroom to sleep.

Waking up at noon the next day.

While eating, Huang Kaiwen read the newspaper; it was all about the scuffle between Capello and Mancini.

Marca: ”Kevin has just recovered from injury, and Mancini’s words infuriated Capello, leading him to lose his composure. We can understand Capello’s actions— anyone who has seen Real Madrid play knows how important Kevin is to the team. However, Real Madrid now faces a challenge: how to cope with the absence of their main coach in upcoming games. Capello’s football isn’t pretty but it wins matches, and it’s doubtful his assistants can do the same.”