Chapter 1218: Chapter 1218
Chapter 1218: Chapter 372: The Head Coach Is Warming Up
Ashley Cole exclaimed excitedly.
Boas glanced at Cole, thinking about keeping an eye on this guy after the game.
If he dares to run off, he’ll be fined.
The most common fines at Chelsea are for being late, usually handed over to a lucky individual at the end of the season.
There are some other fines too, like those for Anelka.
As long as his brother speaks in the newspapers, he can’t escape being fined, currently the main contributor to this fund.
Huang Kaiwen doesn’t get fined much.
He only has one lateness record.
Someone knocked on the door.
Boas said directly as he opened the door.
Seeing the person at the door, his expression froze for a moment.
“Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Laurent Ulrich, the Archbishop of the Shamberry Diocese.” The visitor said with a smile, speaking in a perfect London accent, making it impossible to hear that he was a French bishop.
“Your Excellency, Bishop…”
Boas paused for a moment before asking, “May I ask what brings you here?”
“His Holiness the Pope sends his regards and also apologizes for everything Cardinal Asier Laty has done; he’s been too focused on expressing himself.”
Laurent Ulrich said with a smile while handing over a box.
Boas exhaled with relief knowing the visitor wasn’t here to join the coaching staff.
He was just afraid of these religious folks wanting to mix into the coaching group, it felt quite uncomfortable being around them. This content belongs to novel[f]ire.net
“Thank you for the gift, if that’s all…”
Boas instinctively wanted to see them out.
Laurent Ulrich, the Archbishop, said, “I do not have much else, but what’s in this box is for Kevin.”
Being named, Huang Kaiwen had no choice but to stand up and walk to the door.
Laurent Ulrich, the Archbishop, glanced at Huang Kaiwen and said, “May the Lord be with you.”
Huang Kaiwen took the box from Boas.
The box was exquisite, but it was clearly made with modern craftsmanship.
Huang Kaiwen couldn’t help but think they were being stingy.
Who knows what treasures are in the Vatican’s storage, and they’re trying to fool Mr. Huang with this?
Ashley Cole leaned in and asked, “What’s inside?”
Huang Kaiwen opened the box directly, revealing a glass bottle filled with water.
“I don’t know either, maybe it’s some kind of holy water?”
Huang Kaiwen said, puzzled.
Luckily, there was a letter in the box.
After a glance, Huang Kaiwen understood.
These waters were collected from a spring that appeared when Saint Paul the martyr was beheaded, and his head bounced on the ground three times.
Huang Kaiwen was at a loss about what to do with this thing.
He couldn’t possibly drink it.
“Come on, time to warm up, Saint Kevin.”
Terry stood up and joked.
Huang Kaiwen placed the box in the locker.
“Kevin, hold on a sec.”
As Huang Kaiwen was passing by, Boas called out to him.
“I, I felt an unusual magical power emanating from that bottle.”
Huang Kaiwen steeled his expression but was laughing inside.
Just as the Yellow Ball King was wondering how to deal with this thing, here comes a solution.
Huang Kaiwen “reluctantly” said, “Coach, you know that item was a gift from the Pope…”
“Yes, I know it’s very precious.”
Boas said, “What if I buy it from you?”
“But it’s not easy to put a price on this sentiment. After all, it’s a gift from the Pope, and from Saint Paul the martyr, this can be considered a holy item.”
“Coach, I think using money to trade such an item is insulting.”
“One hundred thousand, British Pounds!”
Boas said through gritted teeth.
Huang Kaiwen quickly said, “Deal, you can take the box too.”
“Thanks, Kevin, I know you don’t lack money, you’re just finding an excuse to give it to me.”
Boas said, visibly moved.
What else could the Yellow Ball King say?
Ah, the Yellow Ball King is just that noble.
The players took the field one after another, and the temperature at San Siro began to rise.
However, because the one they most expected had not appeared, the Rossoneri in the stands began to get restless.
Huang Kaiwen emerged from the players’ tunnel.
Accompanied by the DJ’s call, the entire San Siro erupted.
Huang Kaiwen waved toward the stands.
San Siro had indeed done quite a lot of preparation today.
The four stands were not idle.
There were replica Champions League trophies, banners of Kaka and Huang Kaiwen with arms around each other’s shoulders, banners for the new Milan Trident, banners thanking Maldini, banners asking Huang Kaiwen to return to Milan… Who knows how many things they had prepared.
Because the opponent was the British team Chelsea, they even displayed the phrase “THIS IS MILAN” in English on the stands, much like Liverpool’s “This is Anfield.”
Today, the Rossoneri were determined to showcase themselves.
The only bit of disappointment was that Maldini’s wife and three children appeared in the visitor’s fan stand.
Luckily, the old captain Cesare sat in the home fan stand, giving them a bit of comfort.
During the warm-up, Huang Kaiwen casually juggled the ball with his feet and accidentally followed the rhythm of the Milan theme song with the Milan fans, but quickly disrupted the melody so as long as no one noticed, it would be as if it never happened.
“We have received the starting lineups of both teams, and I have to inform everyone that Huang Kaiwen is not in today’s starting lineup.”
“Yes, today Chelsea’s formation has undergone significant changes, perhaps indicating some special tactical arrangements.”
In the players’ tunnel.