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

Chapter 2130: Chapter 550: His Majesty the Emperor’s Hot Search

That’s actually quite true.

Even if UEFA doesn’t play tricks, with Chelsea and Real Madrid in the mix, there’s still a good chance Mr. Huang would meet his old team.

At this stage, it doesn’t really matter which team we encounter.

The strength of Real Madrid, Chelsea, and Bayern is hard to differentiate.

The counter-attack of Mourinho’s Real Madrid is sharp, Bayern has always been stable, and they have Robbery.

Ancelotti’s Chelsea is even more formidable; Bale has been transformed into a winger under him, and the English media have dubbed him the world’s second-best left winger.

Mainly because there’s no decent winger in England worth praising.

”Turin Sport Report” Huang Kaiwen glanced at and tossed aside.

He’s sure His Majesty the Emperor paid them too.

Crap.

Although the newspaper didn’t praise Inzaghi’s strength, they did portray him as a romantic striving to create a utopia, not forgetting to compliment him on his charm.

Completely different from the guy Huang Kaiwen knows who likes to stink up the locker room.

Not long after breakfast, Huang Kaiwen received a call from Gagliani.

Around 11 am, Ramos came to pick up Huang Kaiwen, and they headed to the team together.

They weren’t early; by the time they entered the locker room, it was already quite full.

They casually found a place to sit.

Kaka wasn’t there yet, probably at home with his kids.

”What’s going on, calling us over during the break.”

Buffon complained.

”Who knows what the coach is up to.”

Inzaghi, yawning as he walked into the locker room, said.

”I heard there’s some kind of event.”

Huang Kaiwen chimed in.

”Damn, attending sponsor events during the break, that’s not in my contract.” Inzaghi complained.

Gattuso punched him in the arm and said, ”Your contract contains a morality clause, so if you don’t want a fine, stop whining.”

”How am I not following morality? Is sleeping with girls wrong?”

Inzaghi asked irritably.

”Alright, alright, everyone just say less.”

Ambrosini advised.

Soon Old Maldini and Guardiola entered the locker room.

Cesare Maldini said, ”The schedule has been tight recently, and we all know the pressure on the team is high. So, this afternoon and tomorrow, the team has decided to organize a hiking activity to help relieve some stress.”

”Dolomites?”

Huang Kaiwen asked.

Gagliani hadn’t been clear when he mentioned it.

Guardiola nodded and said, ”The coaching team and I won’t be going, you all can relax and enjoy; the club has hired a guide for you. Hiking, camping, connect with nature, and then return to the league.”

”We’re not grade schoolers!”

Inzaghi muttered.

”I think it sounds fun.”

Ramos said.

He prefers outdoor activities over city life.

”Participation is voluntary, but those not hiking need to come to team training tomorrow.”

Guardiola said.

The locker room immediately decided to all go hiking together.

Sometimes players and students have similar mindsets, having a day off from training makes them happy to do anything.

The entire team slowly boarded the bus.

Everyone was given a travel guide.

The Dolomites are part of the Alps and a famous tourist destination.

Moreover, the mountain range is quite extensive.

Milan should be going to the climbing entrance near the Trentino-Alto Adige region.

This region borders the Lombardy Region.

As the bus started, Inzaghi popped his head from the back and said, ”If I had known we could go hiking, I’d have brought my fishing rod.”

”Do you have a freshwater fishing license?”

Kaka asked.

Italy’s long coastline means sea fishing doesn’t require a license.

Inzaghi rolled his eyes and said, ”How could I not have one in Italy? Didn’t we fish together before?”

”I thought you had us fishing illegally since you have a record.”

Kaka said with a laugh.

Inzaghi was momentarily speechless.

From Milan to Trento is 227 kilometers, but it took nearly three hours for the two buses to reach the hiking entrance.

Gagliani hopped down from the passenger seat of the truck, quickly ran to the bus door, and said to Huang Kaiwen as he got off, ”The food and equipment we’ve prepared need to be carried up by the players themselves. Discuss with the guide where to camp, and it’s also okay to stay in nearby villages or hotels if you don’t want to camp.”

”Got it.”

Huang Kaiwen responded with a smile.

Didn’t expect Gagliani to be so thorough in his arrangements.

Huang Kaiwen turned around and shouted, ”Come over and grab your stuff; everyone, don’t leave empty-handed.”

Inzaghi, being pulled by Huang Kaiwen, almost fell to the ground and weakly said, ”If I’d known, I’d have let the young ones from the youth team come along. At least someone would have helped carry the stuff.”

”Idiot, do you think it’s 20 years ago?”

Ambrosini laughed and scolded.

Back then, whatever the team’s seniors told you to do, you did it.

It’s the same in every country.

When Manchester United’s Class of ’92 moved up to the first team, they didn’t escape some bullying either.

But kids these days aren’t as obedient.

Every first-team player carried a backpack filled with food, toiletries, and sleeping bags; items like barbecue grills can be rented up there.

Messi purposefully picked up a large bag.

Huang Kaiwen immediately took it from him and handed Inzaghi’s bag to Messi.

”Hey, you need to respect the old players on the team!”

Inzaghi shouted, waving his arms.