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

Such an answer obviously cannot satisfy everyone.

Another reporter asked: ”Barcelona has already brought in Keita and Piqué, and Real Madrid not only hasn’t made any signings but also sold Kevin. Cassano and Robinho are linked with other clubs, it looks like Real Madrid’s dynasty is collapsing. You promised Cristiano Ronaldo, Calderon previously said he was bringing him in, do you think the fans will be satisfied?”

Florentino frowned and said: ”Barcelona bringing in players? Ha, a 5 million Euro defender is not fit for Real Madrid. Real Madrid will indeed have some players leave, that’s because Real Madrid only needs the best players, and we will definitely make bigger moves next. Alright, the press conference ends here.”

As soon as Florentino finished speaking, the press officer took the microphone away from the reporter.

Manuel Sierra quickly walked to Florentino’s side and whispered: ”We have trouble.”

”What happened?”

Florentino asked.

”A reporter is interviewing on the street, and fans are very agitated. I think you should come and see quickly.”

Manuel Sierra said.

He took Florentino back to the office.

In the office, an interview by the Madrid TV Station was playing.

A fan dressed in the jersey from the 1999-2000 season shouted at the camera: ”Kevin definitely didn’t leave on his own accord, Florentino that scoundrel, don’t think we will ever forget his scandals.”

Shh!

The nearby fans collectively booed.

Then they scrambled to express their dissatisfaction to the camera.

”Florentino is an egomaniac, a blowhard, he doesn’t understand football at all. His Zidane plus Pavon policy was awful, and now he has driven away Kevin!”

”He and those well-dressed club members should all get lost.”

”He’s ruined everything, damn it. Kevin created history, scoring 7 goals in the UEFA Champions League final, but Florentino returned to Real Madrid and drove him away, I won’t let him off!”

”Florentino Perez, my name is Anthony Lopez, I’m telling you here, you’re dead!”

A tattooed fan excitedly pointed at the camera and shouted.

Florentino massaged his temples in frustration.

”What do we do now?”

Sierra asked.

He had always been Florentino’s assistant.

But this was the first time he faced such a bad situation since he started working at Real Madrid, and Sierra couldn’t think of a solution.

”Let the newspapers continue to hype up the Cristiano Ronaldo transfer, and then speed up the signings of other transfer targets. Today’s press conference should be able to slightly placate the fans.”

Florentino smiled and said: ”I didn’t expect that guy Calderon actually left so much money, we’ll take some more loans, we need to shock all of Europe. As long as new players keep appearing at the Bernabeu, the fans will soon forget Kevin, they’re so forgetful.”

Sierra nodded and said: ”Alright, I got it.”

Meanwhile.

A few key Real Madrid players who received the news were either returning to Spain or rushing to the Bernabeu.

And Chelsea, not even prepared for the presentation ceremony, held a press conference.

Reporters who heard the news rushed desperately to Stamford Bridge.

Fleet Street nearby was filled with cars starting rapidly.

The best player in the world, a miracle from the Christian World, a player who has won the UEFA Champions League for four consecutive years joins Chelsea, this is simply a gift from God!

Previously, Kevin played in Italy and Spain, which boosted their newspaper sales.

Now he has finally come to the Premier League!

The Sun reporter Lee Walworth slammed down the gas pedal, muttering to himself: ”Thank God, thank Kevin, thank God, thank Kevin...”

Walworth sharply turned the steering wheel, not caring about the cursing behind him.

After the turn, he kept the pedal to the metal, heading straight for Stamford Bridge.

Getting there early means securing a good spot and taking the desired photos.

With luck, he might get to ask questions.

This kind of impromptu press conference is like a war.

Especially when the main character is Kevin!

The most popular player in the world.

Out of the corner of his eye.

Walworth spotted a grey Golf.

This car sells well in Europe, it’s very common.

But the lightning symbol on the door made him twitch.

”Damn it, is Brown that bastard rushing to reincarnate?”

Walworth cursed.

In such circumstances, the last person he wanted to see was a fellow reporter.

Brown Jones was his biggest enemy and competitor.

The grey Golf began to drive parallel to him, Walworth floored the gas pedal but still couldn’t shake off the Golf.

The Golf overtook him, constantly braking in front of Walworth.

”Fuck, fuck!!!”

Walworth reluctantly let go of the gas and cursed: ”Damn it, did that bastard do an illegal modification?”

Stamford Bridge appeared right in front of him.

Walworth couldn’t hold it in anymore, he floored the gas pedal and rammed into the back of the Golf.

The airbag didn’t deploy.

He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, grabbed the backpack on the passenger seat, opened the door and ran.

”Lee, you son of a bitch! You’re only fit to report naked news.”

The Golf driver couldn’t stop Lee Walworth from getting away and could only curse from behind.

Lee Walworth kept running forward, not forgetting to flip the bird.

When he arrived at the press hall of Stamford Bridge, he found that two fellow reporters were already there.

He quickly found a good spot and sat down.