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

Chapter 1112: Chapter 352: Homesick, Especially for Specialties

Huang Kaiwen originally planned to get up.

But then he thought, with a 6:0 lead, maybe he shouldn’t bother.

Lately, Yellow Ball King hasn’t had much rest, and this time the lucky one is Tesiang.

With Drogba persuading up front, nothing should go wrong.

”Is Huang Kaiwen injured?”

”Winning today, Huang Kaiwen was the biggest contributor, 4 goals and 2 assists, and even when he hit the post, no one else touched it, it was still his assist.”

”Hey, what happened?”

”Manchester United players shielding Tevez, and Deco took the chance to bite Tevez’s shoulder, probably hurt his own teeth, and sat on the ground.”

”Hehe, truly a player who plays with his head, Deco pretended to intervene, found the opportunity and went in for a bite, I think Manchester United should make a substitution, if they don’t, someone from Chelsea might get a red card.”

Ferguson also thought of this.

After all, every time Huang Kaiwen is fouled, someone from Chelsea gets carded.

Deco escaped the referee’s eyes this time, just got a yellow card, slightly disgruntled.

Leave Tevez on the field and let Chelsea players get a red card?

Even if it was Welbeck, he wouldn’t want to use him as bait.

But lately, Tevez and his agent have been annoying him.

After some thought, Ferguson didn’t make a substitution.

When Chelsea’s medical team put down the stretcher, Abramovich squatted nervously beside Huang Kaiwen and asked, ”Kevin, how are you?”

English glanced speechlessly at Abramovich.

He hasn’t even checked yet, how would he know, does he think he’s an X-Men?

Abramovich awkwardly laughed, shut his mouth, and waited at the side.

”Still no substitution.”

Silvino Louro reminded.

Abramovich finally reacted, gestured to Malouda on the bench.

He learned this from watching Real Madrid games.

Malouda took off his jacket, ready to warm up, and Abramovich directly said, ”Warm up on the field, I see that Argentine player does this every time.”

Malouda:...

He’s French!

But with the boss’s word, he could only stand by at the field’s edge.

The fourth official raised the substitution board, No. 15 for No. 10.

After the medical team’s check, it was confirmed that Huang Kaiwen wasn’t injured, and Abramovich finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A bit uneasy, he asked, ”Kevin, should we go to the hospital for a further check-up after the game?”

”No need, I’m fine.”

Huang Kaiwen said.

”Okay then.”

Abramovich nodded.

In the final stages of the match, Tevez faced very tight marking from Chelsea players.

Ramos was about to move, but Alex got there first.

Today, Tevez and Alex clashed several times verbally.

In the 88th minute, when Tevez carried the ball on the right, Alex went in for a sliding tackle, pinning both him and the ball against the advertising board.

Previously, Huang Kaiwen hadn’t noticed how fierce this Brazilian teammate was.

The press conference later, Yellow Ball King had matters to attend to.

In the 96th minute, after substitute Anderson’s long shot went wide, the main referee Chris Foy blew the whistle for full-time.

”Champions!!!”

”We are champions!!!”

Amidst the cheers at Wembley Stadium.

Abramovich and the substitutes rushed onto the pitch.

Huang Kaiwen stood on the sidelines, arms folded, smiling as he watched everything happening at Wembley.

Silvino Louro, as an observer on the coaching bench.

He felt that Huang Kaiwen might be more suited to coaching Chelsea than these coaches, his demeanor this season surpassing them all.

Winning big against Manchester United didn’t excite him.

Look at those four on the stands, only Boas appeared a bit calm.

”Come celebrate, Kevin!”

”Ah, coming!”

Huang Kaiwen walked onto the pitch, applauding towards the stands.

Chelsea and the remaining Manchester United fans at Wembley applauded Huang Kaiwen.

They witnessed a great match.

If it wasn’t Manchester United who lost, their fans would’ve been happier.

The stubborn Scottish old man still held his head high, embracing each of his players.

Encouraging them to try harder next time.

But even he didn’t know if they’d win against Chelsea next time.

”We are champions” echoed in Wembley Stadium.

Bolt couldn’t help but hum along.

The boy from The Windsor House and his cousin Spencer joined in.

On Wembley’s turf, stood a billionaire oil magnate.

A multi-billion-valued team core.

And those wealthy stars who always mingled with women.

But at this moment, everyone was a part of Chelsea.

And Chelsea, are the champions!!!

Manchester United quickly collected their medals and left swiftly.

Even with so many Manchester United fans in London, to them, it was just a sad place.

After they left, the climax of the day arrived.

Terry led the way, Huang Kaiwen followed behind... Chelsea players lined up, step by step, walking up the stands to receive their medals from the FA officials.

Then, Terry and Huang Kaiwen stood in front of the trophy together.

Wembley seemed like a volcano ready to erupt, the temperature rising rapidly.

The DJ on-site was also introducing Chelsea’s history.

The first time Chelsea won the League Cup was in the 1964-1965 season, and the last time was three years ago.

Today’s League Cup was Chelsea’s fifth in their history.

As the FA chairman handed over the trophy, Huang Kaiwen and Terry lifted it together.

Countless streamers sprinkled over Wembley Stadium, the entire London erupted with Chelsea fans’ cheers.

On the way down, passing by the FA official who handed out the medals, Huang Kaiwen stopped and said, ”Can you send us a few more medals? We had quite a few coaches this season.”

”Ah? Sure, I’ll let them know about it.”

That FA official said.

Huang Kaiwen followed Terry down, directly handing his medal to Abramovich.

”Kevin, I don’t need it.”

Abramovich refused, yet his eyes never left the medal.

”I told them to send one over to you, when it arrives I can bring it back. Besides, I have many of these at home, you keep it, it has a different significance being your first coaching career championship.”

”Kevin... Thank you.”

Abramovich said, with mixed emotions.

Huang Kaiwen casually waved and headed to the sideline.

The teammates’ families joined the celebration on the field.

Lily and the young lady were in Milan, Huang Kaiwen didn’t have family with him today.

But he was the busiest person, holding Cech’s daughter Adela and Terry’s son George in his arms.

Also followed by Drogba’s son Isaac, and Mourinho’s two children, little Jose and Matilde.

Even while holding two little ones, Huang Kaiwen easily played with the three older kids.

Huang Kaiwen suddenly pulled his right foot, turned with the ball doing a Marseille turn, flicked it over little Jose’s head.

Those carefree parents just watched the show and cheered.

The fans also watched with great interest.

Family is always a timeless topic here.

The once battle-hardened arena for honor among 22 people now carried a warm aura.

Standing on the green field, Boas suddenly felt that by protecting this world, he could safeguard everything he now has.

Watching Huang Kaiwen playing with the kids.

Ramos suddenly felt, it might be time for him to find someone to marry.