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”Jose, who do you think will be the key today?”

A reporter asked.

”Kevin will be great, but Chelsea’s defense is equally exceptional. They are some of the best defenders in the world, any attacker would struggle against them.”

Capello sat with his hands on the table, watching the scene.

Waiting for Mourinho to finish.

No wonder so many coaches dislike Mourinho; the man speaks too arrogantly.

Capello wanted to know what Mourinho would say if Chelsea lost the match.

Only after Mourinho had finished did Capello pull the microphone towards himself and say, ”You’ve asked several questions, I’ll answer all of them, but only once. I have no problems with Cassano. He’s like a disobedient child who needs someone to help him correct some issues, and whatever I do, the intention is good.

”As for the starting lineup, do you think I would tell you who I’m starting? Do you think I would discuss starting lineup issues with you before the match?

”So be professional, don’t ask this kind of question next time. I can only tell you that I have arranged the most reasonable starting lineup.”

Having said that, Capello stood up.

He couldn’t be bothered to show off at the press conference, especially during this season when Huang Kaiwen was injured in the first half.

When Real Madrid lost, the reporters were almost gleeful, frequently mentioning ’Kevin-dependency.’

Now that Huang Kaiwen was back, the reporters’ attitudes had changed completely.

Even if he satisfied the reporters’ requests, if they didn’t win today, there wouldn’t be any nice words after the match.

After Capello left, Mourinho gracefully said a few more words before leaving.

But Mourinho’s good mood came to an abrupt end.

He had just left the pre-match press conference when his assistant Boas, waiting at the door, handed him a piece of paper and said anxiously, ”Jose, you must look at this.”

”What’s the panic about? Stay calm in such situations.”

Mourinho said with a smile.

He took the A4 paper, glanced down and noticed something was wrong.

Subconsciously skipping the names of the goalkeeper and defenders, he couldn’t find Huang Kaiwen among the midfielders and forwards!

Mourinho’s hands trembled slightly, overcome with elation.

Could it be that Kevin was still not recovered?

To be sure he wasn’t mistaken, Mourinho prepared to read it again.

Goalkeeper Kevin, what’s next?

Mourinho continued looking forward. Then his eyes widened as he looked up at the goalkeeper’s name. It was the person he was looking for!

”Jose, did you see that?”

Boas asked, ”If Kevin plays goalkeeper, your arrangements will be wasted.”

”This is a good thing.”

Mourinho took a deep breath and said, ”At least we don’t have to worry about defending against Kevin now.”

But inside, Mourinho was swearing.

That bastard Capello, daring to do such a thing.

Although Kevin had performed like he had butterfingers against Sevilla, Mourinho wouldn’t underestimate Huang Kaiwen’s goalkeeping ability because of that.

In fact, he had watched the 0405 UEFA Champions League final many times, and Huang Kaiwen’s goalkeeping was very impressive.

Although some technical movements were different from what is expected of current goalkeepers, the talent and reaction speed were there. Reaching that level without professional training is definitely not easy to deal with.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Mourinho began to think of countermeasures.

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”Hehe, Huang Kaiwen is starting as a goalkeeper today. It’s his second game in row as a keeper, and including that UEFA Champions League final, it’s the third time Kaiwen has played in goal, but it’s his first start.”

”Right, from the warm-up, it seems he has overcome the shadows of his last game’s mistakes. I think Huang Kaiwen’s goalkeeping is still commendable.”

”Of course, just ask Dudek; he’s now Kaiwen’s teammate, hehe.”

Huang Kaiwen’s appearance with gloves caused a sensation worldwide.

Crudeli in the broadcast room said, ”Damn Capello, how dare he,” three times in a row.

[Kaiwen this f***er].

”It seems today’s game will be very exciting.”

”Seriously, I’ve been looking forward to this f***er Huang Kaiwen clashing with Mourinho. Kaiwen’s always on the front page, and Mourinho is also a media personality; it seems like the Chelsea coach will be more in the spotlight than the players today.”

”Chelsea’s lineup is really no worse than Real Madrid’s, and I feel their defense seems a bit better than Real Madrid’s.”

”Real Madrid’s defense is just rash; they press forward during attacks and rely on sliding tackles or Casillas’s heroic saves in defense, making the scene damn thrilling!”

”It does seem like that. Real Madrid’s defenders always have to find something for Casillas to do; with Kaiwen this f***er guarding the goal today, I wonder if Real Madrid’s defenders will still press so high up.”

”I hope Real Madrid’s defenders go on the offense more. I mean no disrespect; I just want to see Huang Kaiwen keep the goal.”

On the field.

During the warm-up.

Ramos, with his hands on his hips, shouted, ”Everyone be alert on defense today. We can forgo attacking, but we can’t afford to lose the ball easily.”

”Right, Sergio is right!”

De Jong said, nodding.

As the unsung hero of the Netherlands’ dressing room, he had always had a fondness for Huang Kaiwen.

Pepe, who had returned from injury, looked at Ramos and said, ”You’d be a lot better if you didn’t push forward so much.”

”I’ll be careful.”

Ramos nodded, looking towards Torres.

Miguel Torres quickly raised one arm, speaking up like a schoolkid, ”Defense first, I definitely won’t pass the midfield line today.”

”Good, it seems we have reached a consensus.”

Ramos nodded, satisfied.

With Kevin in goal, no one dared to give away easy breakaways; he would not let it slide.