Chapter 1212: Chapter 1212
Chapter 1212: Chapter 371: The Emperor of Milan Has Returned
Ramos came up to push Ibrahimovic away, but was stopped by Huang Kaiwen.
Huang Kaiwen said directly, “It’s not his fault, he has a cramp.”
Ramos paused mid-air, then patted Ibrahimovic on the shoulder with a dry laugh and said, “Look, you’ve got dirt all over you.”
“Let’s get on the field.”
Boas pushed Malouda to the side of the field.
Huang Kaiwen refused the stretcher, and with his arm around English’s shoulder, he walked to the edge of the field.
Boas handed over a towel and a water bottle and asked.
“Kevin cramped again.”
The chief team physician, English, said.
Boas pressed, “Before, Kevin only got injured, but he didn’t cramp this frequently.”
“I’m not sure either.”
English shrugged and said, “Aside from cramps caused by disease, it’s often due to excessive exercise, fatigue, or weather conditions. I think it would be best for Kevin to use a wheelchair for the next few days.”
Boas rubbed his forehead and waved his hand.
The team doctor seems to have said everything, but actually said nothing.
If you don’t know the reason, then investigate it, otherwise what’s the point of having the team doctor?
Mata shifted his butt a bit, making more room for Huang Kaiwen.
Huang Kaiwen sat on the bench.
The leading Chelsea thought about attacking, while the lagging Milan defended in front of the penalty area.
When an Italian giant wants to defend dead-on, it’s hard to break through their goal.
Especially after Bonera was substituted early.
The final score was fixed at 3:2.
Huang Kaiwen directly refused the invitation to Boas’ press conference to say hello to old friends.
“Kevin, did you pretend to be injured and leave when you saw me coming on?”
Inzaghi popped over and asked.
Kaka reached out to push Inzaghi’s head aside and said, “Still couldn’t win a single match.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Huang Kaiwen glanced at Bonera and said, “Are you guys going back today? If you’re not in a hurry, you can stay for two days, and then fly back together on Barbara’s plane.”
“Sure, The Three Musketeers are finally together again!”
Inzaghi shouted excitedly, “London ladies, here I come!”
Post-match press conference.
There were still many questions from the reporters about the match. Google seaʀᴄh novel·fire·net
The appearance of both head coaches immediately brought the venue to life.
“Was today’s lightning summoned by your machine, Carlo?”
“The referee disallowed a goal for you, what do you have to say, Mr. Boas?”
“John, tell us about AC Milan’s strength.”
“Paul, can you win when you return to San Siro?”
Ancelotti was the first to speak. He said, “In today’s match, the players did very well. You must know our opponent was Chelsea, who have Kevin. This is no easy opponent. When we return to San Siro, we will put in more effort to strive for success in entering the finals. As for the lightning on the sidelines, it was just a coincidence, don’t say things without evidence.”
“But your radar seems to have quite a power, it’s normal to attract lightning in the rain, right?”
The reporter pressed.
“I refuse to answer your question, because you simply don’t understand the principle behind it.”
Ancelotti said somewhat impatiently.
Though he understood it was true.
But what if they forbid the use of willingness power amplifiers later?
Should he turn the soccer field into a kung fu movie set like that bastard Capello?
In this dangerous and mysterious domain of football, you can’t do without some tricks.
Maldini stepped in to defuse the tension, saying, “Today’s match was a great game, although the way we fell behind was unexpected, the overall team performance is still commendable.”
“Of course, he’s part of the team, and we cannot dismiss his efforts due to one mistake.”
Maldini emphasized, “Defenders sometimes make mistakes, Kevin also mentioned this issue, an own goal doesn’t mean much, sometimes in a match, some people may unfortunately score several own goals.”
“Mr. Boas, talk about the referee’s decisions.”
But they didn’t have much hope.
After all, Boas is not Mourinho.
He’s usually quite restrained during press conferences.
Boas said somewhat angrily, “I only know his decisions were controversial, especially since he disallowed a goal that could be considered a work of art. There was absolutely no offside in that goal.”
“Are you suggesting the referee’s officiating was faulty today?”
Boas snorted coldly and retorted, “You can attribute it to a mistake if you want, but I have a stronger sense that some people don’t want us to reach the finals!”
Huang Kaiwen’s frequent cramping made him a bit frustrated.
Without Huang Kaiwen, the Chelsea acting head coach position wouldn’t have been as easy to secure, Boas knew this very well.
The reporters below heard Boas’ statement.
All of them showed incredulous expressions.
This guy is going to stir things up.
Immediately, they stretched out their arms eagerly, wishing they could stand up and ask questions.
“Mr. Boas, are you saying UEFA is targeting Chelsea?”
“Is it because Kevin has won too many championships that he’s being targeted?”
“Are you implying someone doesn’t want to see Chelsea win the championship?”
“Mr. Boas, Mr. Boas, please answer my question…”
Once the room quieted down, he continued, “I can only say, the opponent was strong, but the score definitely shouldn’t have been . We performed better, but didn’t score more goals.”