Chapter 1193: Chapter 1193
Chapter 1193: Chapter 367: Capello, Nemesis of Crime
The guy next to him said something that caught his attention.
He hadn’t been listening carefully before, but now he finally realized the person was from Italy.
After discovering he was a fellow countryman, Capello couldn’t help but look over again.
He felt like he had seen this person before.
Capello suddenly widened his eyes.
He quickly pulled out his phone and composed a message.
Galbiati, sitting next to Capello, took out his phone and noticed the sender was Capello, prompting him to turn his head.
Capello put his finger to his lips, and Galbiati immediately understood and looked at the message.
“Go find stadium security, the guy on the left is an escapee.”
Galbiati stood up immediately.
Capello nodded in satisfaction.
Their coordination needed no words.
If it were someone else, alerting the fugitive might pose a threat to other fans’ safety.
Capello couldn’t help but marvel.
Kevin’s allure was strong indeed.
He didn’t expect that a wanted fugitive, who had even appeared in the newspapers, would come to watch the FA Cup semi-final.
He had merely been unlucky.
He, Fabio Capello, had an excellent memory, even recalling the fugitive’s details from last year’s newspaper margins.
As the Chelsea players celebrated the goal, one person was clearly out of sync.
Ashley Cole sprinted dozens of meters, wanting to join the attack, only to find Huang Kaiwen had settled the matter himself.
He stood on the right flank in the front, loudly complaining: “Come on, if I don’t participate in the attack, Andre will substitute me out. Kevin, you…”
Before he could finish, a white object quickly and precisely landed in his mouth.
Ashley Cole was still complaining and soon realized something strange in his mouth.
Ashley Cole squatted down by the sideline retching.
“Should we substitute Cole?”
Faria, bent over beside Boas, asked.
“No need, let him stay on the field a bit longer.”
Boas laughed and said, “Let Malouda head to the sideline, sub Kevin.”
Huang Kaiwen noticed the substitution board at the sideline showing number 15 replacing number 10, and he immediately headed towards the sideline.
Loud applause erupted in Wembley Stadium.
Huang Kaiwen raised his hands in applause, thanking the stands, and couldn’t help but worry upon seeing the commotion there.
Hopefully, nothing goes wrong.
“Tell them to enhance the attack once you’re on.”
Boas embraced Malouda, saying, “I need more goals!”
After high-fiving Malouda, Huang Kaiwen left the field, and Boas handed a water bottle and towel to Huang Kaiwen, explaining with a smile, “I’m afraid Arsenal might turn the tables, so let them score a few more goals.”
Hadn’t noticed before, this old fellow Boas was quite sly too.
But that’s not Huang Ball King’s concern.
Huang Kaiwen smiled and nodded, sitting back on the bench.
A few minutes later, after Mata’s breakthrough on the right, he crossed, and Ballack, diving forward, headed the ball to change the score once more.
As the game neared its end, Chelsea got a corner.
Terry’s header set the score at 7-0.
Though the loss was quite severe, the professor remained composed, shaking Boas’s hand before heading back into the tunnel.
“Kevin, are you going to attend the press conference?”
“I’d rather not, coach, I’m a bit tired.”
“I’ll go!” Ramos volunteered.
“John, join me for the press conference.”
He dared not let Ramos attend the conference.
The last time Ramos made comments about a journalist’s family women, fans still relished discussing it.
The most absurd thing was that a journalist’s wife even stated on social media that she would be delighted.
Having been educated as a fallen aristocrat, Boas hated tie-ins between the team and gossip news.
Wembley Stadium press room.
Wenger had been sitting there early, while Boas and Terry arrived a bit late.
After nodding to each other, Wenger immediately pulled the microphone closer and said: “I know what you want to say, but please, let me speak first. This match was a crushing defeat, and we have no excuses. Kevin has exceptional skills, which is the biggest difference between us and Chelsea. Meanwhile, Villas-Boas is a superb young coach and a fine young man. I wish him all the best in the future. Sorry, I need to go back and console the players.”
The professor then stood up and left.
“Mr. Boas, was it your or Mourinho’s idea for Kevin to start?”
Wenger, who was just about to leave the press room, paused in his steps, then shook his head and walked out.
This young man is admirable, taking responsibility on Mourinho’s behalf.
The Portuguese rascal sure has some good people around him.
“Today’s victory sends Chelsea into the finals, and the team has had a great season. Who do you think is the biggest contributor?”
Terry answered first: “The biggest contributor is definitely Kevin. You’re all aware of how severe Chelsea’s injuries have been this season. But whenever we can’t score, bringing Kevin on solves everything. I’ve never seen a more decisive player than Kevin, not even those voted as Ball Kings are this strong.”
“It’s already April. Can you talk about Chelsea’s recruitment plans?”
Terry said, “Sorry, neither the coach nor I are familiar with these. Right now, what’s most important is to strive for the championship rather than thinking about anything else.” Read complete version only at novel{f}ire.net
“Andre, I’ve heard rumors that Chelsea’s billionaire plans to replace Mourinho with you; do you have anything to say about that?”