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

Capello nodded and said: ”I’ve looked at Chelsea’s tactics a bit, and it seems like there’s not much detail in the front line, but a lot of detail in the defense.”

”Yes, Mr. Mourinho gives more freedom in the front line.”

Huang Kaiwen said.

”How does it feel to play at Chelsea?” Capello asked.

”Well...” Huang Kaiwen paused and said seriously, ”The weather in England is really terrible, it often rains, Stamford Bridge Stadium’s capacity is a bit small, and the Fleet Street journalists are very difficult, my butler has been followed several times, but otherwise it’s fine, the coach and teammates are easy to get along with.”

”When you have enough strength, you’ll find everyone is easy to get along with.”

Ferguson smiled and patted Huang Kaiwen on the shoulder, saying: ”When Cantona was at Manchester United, everyone would accommodate him, including me.”

”Kevin and Cantona are different.”

Capello said: ”Kevin is a very gentle person, not the prickly type like Cantona. And I feel a few of Chelsea’s English players are not so easy to get along with. We can only say Kevin is more mature in interpersonal relationships.”

”Oh, look who’s here.”

Mourinho quickly walked over to Ferguson and gave him a hug.

Capello looked a bit disdainful.

Mainly because last season Mourinho said that Real Madrid hadn’t beaten eleven-man Chelsea, which made him sick.

Mourinho directly greeted: ”Mr. Capello, good evening.”

”Hello.”

Capello said.

”I think regarding the use of Chelsea players, we can reach a better consensus.” Mourinho said.

”Sorry, the national team is my call.”

Capello refused, nodded to Huang Kaiwen and Ferguson, then left directly.

”Don’t take it to heart, Fabio is just that kind of person.” Ferguson said.

Mourinho pouted and said: ”He has too much control. There are so many Premier League matches, do those insignificant friendlies also require my players? What if my players get injured, is he going to come help Chelsea play?”

Ferguson smiled and patted Mourinho on the shoulder without saying a word.

In this regard, club coaches and national team coaches are naturally opposed.

If possible, club coaches would prefer players never play a national team match.

National team matches are always a high-risk area for injuries.

Although the national teams, due to lack of assimilation time, have tactical levels inferior to club matches, players generally play hard in national team matches.

And there’s the kind of strange case where players get put under pressure to play in friendly matches.

Club coaches naturally don’t like it.

”It’s starting, let’s go over and sit.”

Ferguson said.

”Let’s go.”

Mourinho put an arm around Huang Kaiwen’s shoulder and said.

”Kevin, make sure to score a few more when we play Arsenal at the end of the month.”

Sir Ferguson said loudly.

”Hey, that’s unethical!”

Wenger suddenly walked up and said: ”You can’t dictate to other people’s players.”

Ferguson said it deliberately for him to hear.

Huang Kaiwen watched the two of them arguing, finding it very amusing.

These two old men always argue first whenever they meet, but they actually have a good relationship in private.

After they sat down.

On Huang Kaiwen’s left was Kaka, on his right was Messi.

Across two seats, Guti waved and greeted Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen curiously asked: ”You didn’t even make the top ten, what are you doing here?”

”It’s because of His Majesty’s orders!”

Guti pouted and said: ”He made us all come to prove Real Madrid is still great.”

”That’s really Mr. Franco’s style.”

”Indeed, he’s a dictator!”

Kaka interjected.

Messi, who was eavesdropping with keen ears, also nodded in agreement.

Now, the media in Spain, including in Catalonia, all believe Florentino is not far from being dismissed.

Only those Barca veterans are vigorously praising Florentino.

At 10 p.m. sharp, the awards ceremony began.

Since there’s only one category for the Ballon d’Or, they needed to stretch the time as much as possible.

They can’t just call people over, play a 30-second highlight, and then give out the award, can they?

The opening guest performed a short song and dance that Huang Kaiwen did not recognize.

He didn’t particularly like the song either.

After the performance ended, applause erupted at the scene.

But it was nowhere near as enthusiastic as when there were encore shouts during the awards on the Champs-Élysées.

Next, all the top ten players were announced.

Except for Drogba who stayed in London due to injury, all the other players were present.

Ibrahimovic hadn’t spoken to Kaka all along, and Huang Kaiwen asked: ”Do you two have a conflict?”

Kaka said softly: ”Zlatan wanted to swap positions with me, but I refused, and now he’s angry.”

”Why didn’t Torres come?”

Huang Kaiwen asked.

”He’s injured too.”

Kaka said amusedly: ”The team doctor advised him to rest well, and he’s actually almost recovered but still doesn’t dare to move around, he’s too cautious.”

”It’s better to be cautious.”

Huang Kaiwen said.

If it weren’t for the Yellow Ball King, Kaka would have been injury-plagued by now, becoming an immobile point card, unable to wreak havoc in Serie A.

”The cameras are coming.”

Messi reminded.

Huang Kaiwen looked up, and they were currently playing highlights of the top three.

Though Mr. Huang played fewer matches, the highlights were even more spectacular.

If it was based only on highlights, the Yellow Ball King would definitely be the greatest of all time.

Huang Kaiwen had plenty of long-distance raids every season, as well as various long shots, free kicks, and bicycle kicks.

Messi couldn’t help but marvel: ”Even having watched the matches, I still find it very impressive.”

”Then keep up the good work!”

Huang Kaiwen whispered.

Platini walked onto the stage, stood at the front, and said: ”In the past year, European football has seen some newcomers, and the best performing players are all young, a vibrant football scene is what we’re happy to see. Next, we’ll be presenting the 2009 Ballon d’Or.”