251: 0149 Injuring one enemy can affect hundreds, lightning (please subscribe) 251: 0149 Injuring one enemy can affect hundreds, lightning (please subscribe) “Kevin, go attend the press conference.”
Tassotti patted Huang Kaiwen on the shoulder and said, “If you don’t show up soon, the reporters are going to tear Carlo apart.”
Huang Kaiwen waved to the stands once more before turning and heading towards the player’s tunnel, on his way to the press room.
It was expected, really.
Since waking up from his “injury coma” and returning to the field, he had only done one interview and had avoided discussing his previous injuries.
The fans and reporters must be curious.
The fans had prayed several rounds at the beginning of the game and wanted to hear what Huang Kaiwen had to say.
The fans had shown their support with their actions.
Huang Kaiwen was never stingy in giving a few words of thanks.
When he pushed the door into the press room,
it was unusually quiet, filled with reporters.
The coaches of both teams on the stage weren’t looking at each other.
The atmosphere was eerily strange.
Huang Kaiwen tiptoed towards Fat Ancelotti, trying to minimize his presence as much as possible.
But it was impossible.
The whole room was staring at him.
Several reporters were eagerly taking photos.
He, Huang, was like a firefly in the night, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t keep a low profile.
A few minutes later, the press conference started.
Immediately, a reporter asked what Capello was doing at the opening.
Capello’s smile was somewhat stiff.
After two seconds, he said, “That was to honor a friend of mine who is a faithful Juventus fan.”
Ancelotti slammed the table and shouted, “You were clearly performing a spell, that’s witchcraft, you want to harm Kevin.”
“Don’t talk nonsense.
How can it be witchcraft?” Capello said with a smile, “It’s very impolite to accuse someone without evidence, you really haven’t progressed over the years.”
Ancelotti said coldly with a snort, “I’ve met that wizard, he likes to peddle Holy Artifacts and magic powder.
Do you still want to deny it?!”
you’re overthinking it, that was my friend’s ashes.”
Capello took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped his forehead as he spoke.
“I’ve already had the assistant coaches collect some of the powder you used, are you still going to talk tough?”
Ancelotti stood up and pointed at Capello shouting, “The truth is only one, you wanted to use witchcraft to harm Kevin!”
Capello was struck as if by lightning.
His face turned suddenly pale.
He held onto the table and stood up with a dry laugh, “I, I’m feeling unwell.”
No sooner had he spoken
than Capello hurried off the stage, leaving the press conference in a disarray.
Huang Kaiwen nodded silently.
Ancelotti really knew what he was doing.
Tassotti obviously hadn’t collected anything from the Juventus coaching bench.
Fat Ancelotti was bluffing Capello.
The Master of Mysticism had confused the novice of the mystical arts with a series of moves.
Huang Kaiwen was skeptical.
Ancelotti had said before that being a coach made him understand Capello’s decision to bench him back then.
This old rascal definitely held a grudge.
He had found an opportunity and struck Capello hard.
“Carlo, can you talk about witchcraft?”
A reporter asked with interest.
“That is a type of evil curse from Asia.
The magic powder made of animal bone powder and other materials used in the spell can cause those nearby to feel dizzy and weak in the limbs,” Ancelotti said seriously.
“Who knows, I’ve only heard about it,” Ancelotti said with a proud laugh.
Was he supposed to tell you that he had stopped a curse?
“What do you think of today’s game?”
The reporter continued to ask.
“The team performed very well; after winning today, we’ve left Juventus far behind, which is very important for us,” Ancelotti answered.
“Can you talk about the equipment you brought today, what is it and what does it do?”
“It’s a secret!” Ancelotti raised an eyebrow and stared with a mischievous grin, “A secret makes a man manly.”
The reporters felt a chill.
They all felt that Ancelotti was unusually high-spirited today.
Continuing this line of questioning was sure to unearth something newsworthy.
But since the press conference had a time limit, they had to sadly let go of Fat Ancelotti.
Today Fat Ancelotti was too talkative, who knew if they could extract useful information in time as it waits for no one.
A reporter stood up and introduced himself, “I’m Lee Dock from the Daily Mail.
Kevin, can you describe your feelings when you were injured?
Could you hear people talking, sense things happening around you?”
“Yes, I knew everything but couldn’t open my eyes.
Barbara often leaned over the bed crying, Ricardo and other teammates also came to visit, talking about team matters.
At that time, all I thought about was waking up quickly and returning to the field, and then I came back,” Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.
“Wow, that’s amazing.
So, who do you think played the biggest role in your return to the field?”
Another reporter asked.
“Barbara, definitely her.
Besides her, Ricardo, my teammates, coaches, and every fan who cared about me, their support was very important.
I thank Serie A fans for everything they’ve done during this period; their actions were great.
I also thank the Juventus fans for their applause today; they showed us love and human care, helping me understand that football is more than just a sport,” Huang Kaiwen answered.
Someone else asked, “Milan’s current situation is good; do you think Milan can defend the double titles?”
“I’m not a person who lies; Milan’s lead in Serie A is very clear, and the likelihood of defending the title is great, but in the UEFA Champions League, we will face Arsenal, a superb team with one of the best coaches, Wenger.
They have Henry, Pires, Ljungberg, Boateng…
van Persie; they are tough to handle,” Ancelotti explained.