Chapter 1190: Chapter 1190
Chapter 1190: Chapter 367: Capello, Nemesis of Evil
“Kid, it’s halftime on match day, and you shouldn’t be playing with your phone.”
Terry said, patting Ramos on the shoulder.
“I couldn’t help it.”
Ramos held up his phone and said, “It kept ringing, I thought it was broken.”
“So, is it broken?” Terry asked curiously.
It’s rare for phones to have such issues these days.
Ramos opened the message and said speechlessly.
The sender was Cassano, and all the messages said “I’m in town.”
“Kevin, Cassano is in London.”
“Isn’t he planning for the upcoming match?”
Manchester United was still playing in two competitions simultaneously.
“Don’t know, maybe he’s faking it. It’s not surprising if this guy fakes an injury, he could definitely pull something like that.” Ramos said disdainfully.
Huang Kaiwen was tapping his left hand with his right index finger on the knuckles.
The Yellow Ball King felt unfairly attacked.
Luckily, at this time, Boas entered the locker room.
Huang Kaiwen noticed the bird feathers on Boas.
“Hey, Andre, did you go steal bird eggs?”
Ashley Cole screeched.
Boas glanced at Ashley Cole, then looked towards Kalou on the other side.
Ashley Cole quickly tried to make up for it, shouting: “I misspoke, I misspoke, but you really do have bird feathers on your clothes.”
Boas turned his head to look, removed a raven feather from his shoulder, and tossed it away.
He walked to the center of the locker room and said, “You played okay today, but there’s something I need to point out about the attack: the left-back’s threat in attack is quite limited. If it’s the same in the second half, I’ll try having the winger play as a wing-back.”
“Damn, always picking on me.”
Ashley Cole muttered.
He felt the entire coaching staff was against him.
Boas gave Cole a glance but didn’t say anything further and found a place to sit down and rest.
“If that guy asks us to go out tonight, should we go?”
Huang Kaiwen shook his head and said, “If he’s here to have fun, it’ll be easy for the media to catch us. If Sir Ferguson finds out, we’ll be in trouble too.”
Sir Ferguson and Mourinho have similar personalities.
That’s why they became friends so easily.
As long as it doesn’t affect his team, he won’t bother you at all.
But if you affect his team, he’ll immediately blast you in the papers.
Huang Kaiwen didn’t think he’d get special treatment from Sir Ferguson.
“You’re right, then let’s leave it at that.”
Ramos said and immediately pressed the power button.
Seeing this, Huang Kaiwen laughed and shook his head.
It felt matter wasn’t over yet.
If it were that easy to handle, it wouldn’t be Cassano.
“Alright, guys, it’s your time to shine.”
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Huang Kaiwen took the fake British Pounds with Cole’s portrait that he had previously found out of his pocket and left the locker room with everyone.
He intentionally slowed his pace.
As Wenger left the home locker room, Huang Kaiwen quickly approached.
“What’s up, Kevin, are you planning to play for Arsenal?” Wenger asked with a smile.
“Playing depends on Arsenal’s wages, but I have another matter.”
Huang Kaiwen said with embarrassment.
“You can talk to me about anything, even if you’re a Chelsea player, we’re still friends, right?”
The professor continued smiling.
He exuded the aura of a scholarly gentleman.
Huang Kaiwen took out the fake notes and handed them to the professor, saying: “These were thrown by an Arsenal fan, meant for Ashley to spend, but this money can’t be used. Ashley asked if you could exchange them for real British Pounds.”
Ashley Cole often used the Yellow Ball King as a decoy for his own shenanigans.
Using his name to exchange 200 pounds with the professor wasn’t too much, right?
Wenger looked at Huang Kaiwen, amused and helpless, and took out his wallet, counted 200 pounds, and handed it to Huang Kaiwen.
“Thank you, Mr. Wenger.”
Huang Kaiwen took the money and quickly ran out of the players’ tunnel.
He handed the money to Belletti on the substitute bench, asking him to return it to the Yellow Ball King after the match.
Today’s FA Cup match wasn’t in vain.
The Yellow Ball King even made 200 pounds from the professor!
Back on the field, the smile hadn’t left Huang Kaiwen’s face.
Huntelaar asked curiously, “What’s made you so happy?”
“Nothing much, everyone comes to my place to celebrate tomorrow, and those without a girlfriend have to pay a fine!”
Huang Kaiwen shouted.
“Can I pay in advance?”
Ramos shouted loudly.
Huang Kaiwen looked at Ramos helplessly.
Ramos also felt aggrieved and spread his hands, saying: “I went to Oxford before and couldn’t find any girls to my liking. As a college student, I can’t be like them, finding a page three girl as a girlfriend.”
He really couldn’t persuade Ramos.
Arsenal immediately made a substitution, Arshavin replacing van Persie.
Adebayor kicked off, passing left, Arshavin carried the ball past the midfield line.
Arsenal players are very good at one-touch passing.
He and Fabregas did a quick one-two, leaving no chance for Mata to intercept.
When Arshavin brought the ball to the attacking front, Ramos quickly charged forward.
Arshavin pretended to make a central move with a fake ball touch.
Ramos, rushing to the ball, immediately stretched out his foot, prompting Arshavin to pull back and flick the ball behind Ramos.
Ramos quickly adjusted his stance, blocking Arshavin’s path.
Though the ball went past, Arshavin couldn’t.