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

”That voice was so quiet, yet it could still be heard.”

Capello thought it was because he believed in Daoism.

Totti and a few other players who had played under Capello widened their eyes; this was the first time they had seen such an attentive Capello.

Fuck, so Capello has this side too!

When he coached them, it was as if someone owed him millions of euros, he always had a scowl on his face.

Totti even thought there might be something wrong with the muscles on Capello’s face, but as it turned out, Capello adjusted his demeanor according to the person, even this stern coach could have such a radiant smile.

It’s truly thanks to Kevin!

Totti glanced at Huang Kaiwen and shook his head as he walked into the tunnel.

After wiping his neck, Huang Kaiwen moistened his mouth with a water bottle, spat the water out to the side of the pitch, and then drank in small sips.

Indeed, to shake off De Rossi today, he hadn’t stopped running, his mouth was terribly dry.

By the time he returned to the dressing room, a water bottle had already run out.

Although drinking so much water straight after rigorous exercise isn’t recommended, Huang Kaiwen was exceptionally thirsty today, so being a bit whimsical didn’t matter.

Once everyone was in the dressing room.

The Real Madrid players felt the air pressure dropping.

Capello, as usual, was expressionless.

But most Real Madrid players could feel Capello’s fury.

They didn’t dare to move an inch, just sat there obediently.

Recent Real Madrid signings like Robben and Sneijder, influenced by their teammates, didn’t dare to make any big movements either.

”Hehe.”

A smile appeared on Capello’s face.

The Real Madrid players would rather he not smile; this sort of forced smile indicated that Capello’s anger had reached a certain level.

”After all, we are the noble Real Madrid, every one of us a big star, driving luxury cars for the best club on earth, you are all above the rest, aren’t you?”

Capello asked rhetorically.

The Real Madrid players felt a cold chill in their hearts, knowing today’s issue wouldn’t be easily resolved.

”Mr. Torres, are you a Brazilian winger?”

Capello, with his glasses in hand, asked.

Miguel Torres’s head was almost buried in his crotch; he didn’t dare to look at Capello.

”Answer me, starting left winger Miguel Torres!”

Capello barked.

”...No.”

Torres muttered in a soft voice with difficulty.

”Since you are not a winger, why is it that every time I look at you, you are fucking around in the front? 45 minutes have gone by, you performed a hat trick and secured the victory for us, right? Tell me, what the hell are you thinking? Tell me who the fuck do you think you are? Stefano or Puskas, Pele or Maradona...”

Having drunk too much water, Huang Kaiwen quietly got up.

He knew it wasn’t the right time, but he really needed to relieve himself.

As if Capello hadn’t seen a thing, he continued to rant at Torres: ”...Damn it, I never realized you had the potential to play as a winger. Maybe I should let Cassano and Robben fall in line behind you from now on. After all, a player of your caliber needs Kevin to cover for you—there’s probably no better attacking player than you on Earth!”

Huang Kaiwen even wanted to laugh.

He never realized Capello could speak in such a sarcastic manner.

Pushing open the away team’s dressing room bathroom door, Huang Kaiwen decided to find a different location.

Rome obviously hadn’t cleaned the visitors’ dressing room toilets.

”Idiot, moron, I really don’t know what you’re thinking. Why don’t you just take charge of the team; you don’t need to listen to the coach anyway.”

Capello continued his tirade.

”Coach, I’m going out to the restroom.”

Huang Kaiwen said.

The restroom inside was too dirty.

”Okay, go ahead.”

Capello said with a smile and a nod.

Torres: ...

Other Real Madrid players: ...

Although they knew Capello was being hypocritical, how could he be so angry and yet manage to crack a smile within a second?

By the time Huang Kaiwen left the dressing room, Capello underwent another transformation and vented his anger at Torres.

Returning from the restroom, Huang Kaiwen was still pondering over everything that had happened in the dressing room.

He had to do something; he couldn’t just stand by and watch.

Distracted, Huang Kaiwen immediately noticed something was off the moment he pushed open the door.

The room suddenly fell silent; the Italian ceased abruptly!

Fuck, he had walked into the wrong dressing room!

Another side effect of the ”Angel’s Bluegrass.”

The entire Rome team uniformly turned to look at Huang Kaiwen at the door.

With an awkward laugh, while scratching the back of his head, Huang Kaiwen asked, ”If I say I’m not here to eavesdrop on Rome’s tactics, would you believe me?”

Spalletti, standing there with his mouth wide open, had no idea how to handle the situation.

”You walked into the wrong dressing room?”

Totti stood up and said, providing a cover for Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen nodded vigorously, ”Exactly, that’s exactly what happened.”

”Alright then, just don’t make the same mistake next time,” Totti said with a smile.

Spalletti waved his hands at the players, saying, ”Forget it, I’ve finished talking anyway. Get ready to go out.”

Totti followed Huang Kaiwen out the door, just as the away team’s dressing room opened.

Real Madrid players came out to see Huang Kaiwen standing at the home team’s dressing room entrance, chatting and laughing with Totti.

”You sly guy, you ran to the opponent’s dressing room to avoid Fabio’s rage?”

Cassano shouted.

Huang Kaiwen: ...

He had thought Cassano was quite smart before, but now he felt Cassano was brainless.

Even if he used his toes, he could figure out that he wouldn’t possibly go to the opponent’s dressing room.

”No, I just happened to meet Kevin on my way out.”

Totti stepped forward to explain for Huang Kaiwen.

”Is that so, huh!”