Chapter 1090: Chapter 348: Chelsea’s Four Heavenly Kings

Huang Kaiwen asked.

Terry stood there, speechless.

He damn well only knew Mourinho’s name was José Mourinho, such a long Portuguese name, who can remember it.

Terry, scratching his head awkwardly, stuttered: “José Dos, Dos Santos Mourinho.”

Huang Kaiwen crossed his hands to make a wrong gesture.

Terry, a bit annoyed, tossed the knife aside and said: “This isn’t fair, you’ve been to college; I heard Chinese people are the best at exams.”

“But you trained with the team since childhood, I never had youth training, let’s compare our football skills.”

Huang Kaiwen blinked and asked.

Terry:…

He looked down at the knife on the chopping board, lost in thought.

“How about you ask instead?”

Huang Kaiwen asked.

“Alright, I’ll ask, how many championships has West Ham won, and in which years?”

Terry asked.

“I can’t remember.” Huang Kaiwen said straightforwardly: “Do you know?”

“Of course, I don’t know either.”

“Then you should give me another 200 pounds; if I don’t know, I lose 300 pounds, if you can’t answer, you owe me 500 pounds.”

“Not playing anymore, not playing anymore.”

Terry quickly shook his head and said.

He realized he couldn’t beat Huang Kaiwen at this game.

“How about switching to questions about China, if I can’t answer, I’ll give you 500 pounds, if you can’t answer, you only lose 200 pounds.”

Huang Kaiwen coaxed.

Terry shook his head like a rattle drum.

This made Huang Kaiwen quite regretful.

He looked up, gazing in the direction of Milan.

At this moment.

Huang Kaiwen missed Inzaghi very much.

When cooking, Terry wouldn’t stand next to Huang Kaiwen.

Afraid that Huang Kaiwen would win more money from him.

Cheryl was constantly hanging around Huang Kaiwen, but nothing excessive was done.

After the meal, a few young people were all filled up by these bastards.

Stoch clung onto the chair, shouting the name of a female pop star from the Spice Girls.

Ashley Cole was egging the kid on to chase his dream, waiting to see Beckham’s drama unfold.

Mata lay on the floor with a silly smile on his face.

Huang Kaiwen helplessly looked towards Terry and asked: “What now?”

“Send them back; Hu An’s date isn’t his girlfriend, so she can’t handle them.”

Terry said.

“I guess that’s the only way.”

Huang Kaiwen nodded and said.

After sending everyone off, it was already past 10.

Tired from a day’s work, Huang Kaiwen washed up and fell into a deep sleep on his bed.

…

Because he went to bed early.

Huang Kaiwen woke up relatively early.

After winning the war with Lily, Huang Kaiwen arrived early at the team.

He hadn’t changed his clothes yet, and he saw Mourinho walking with crutches.

Even though his walk was a bit awkward, his aura was still strong.

When Mourinho patrolled the training ground, he looked like a king inspecting his domain.

“Morning, Coach!”

Huang Kaiwen walked over and said.

“Morning, Kevin, long time no see.”

“Long time no see, welcome back!”

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

“Thank you for the gift you sent earlier.”

Mourinho said.

When he was hospitalized, Neo would send a fruit basket every day.

“No need to be polite, just glad you’re back.”

Huang Kaiwen said: “I’ll go change clothes first, I’m sure everyone will be happy to see you back.”

“Perhaps they will.”

Mourinho nodded and said.

His injury had mostly healed.

He just used the crutches to be cautious, to prevent getting hurt again.

So it wouldn’t be troublesome while walking.

A little after ten AM.

Mourinho stood in front of the training ground and said to the players: “It’s great to see you all again, I’m back, and I’ve brought along a long-time injured patient, this guy shouldn’t be unfamiliar to you, Ricardo Quaresma.”

“Another Ricardo.”

Drogba asked: “So what should we call him?”

“Call him whatever you like, I hope you all work well together.”

Mourinho said.

He used to value Quaresma quite a bit.

But half a season had passed, and the team’s tactics were already clear.

Even if Quaresma performed well, it was uncertain how many opportunities he would get.

“Welcome back, buddy.”

Terry said.

He had seen Quaresma before.

But Quaresma barely trained for a few days before getting seriously injured and heading back to Portugal for recovery.

Quaresma just nodded, making the atmosphere of the training ground noticeably cooler.

“With a new teammate and the coach back today, how about we celebrate after training, my treat!”

Huang Kaiwen said.

The atmosphere on the training ground heated up again.

Quaresma also nodded and said: “Thank you.”

His upbringing wasn’t great, his talent development was less than ideal, so he became quieter.

But he could still tell who was good to him.

Huang Kaiwen waved it off casually and said: “We’re teammates, no need to be formal.”

“Alright, you can go out tonight. But after this long apart, I don’t believe your condition is very good.”

Mourinho tapped the ground with his crutch and said: “Now everyone to the physician’s office, I want to see your health reports, and if anyone let themselves go while I was injured, you know the consequences.”

“Oh god, just kill me already.”

“I’m doomed.”

“Spare me, boss.”

Seeing the first team wailing, Mourinho had a knowing smile.

Sure enough.

The green pitch was his true home.

After the team doctor’s check-up, seven players from the first team were in poor condition.

Four of them were due to lack of discipline.

So, they kept practicing until 5:30 before the entire team went out to celebrate.

During dinner, Ashley Cole looked at the Asian faces in the restaurant and asked: “Are they your countrymen, Kevin?”

“No, they’re Japanese.”

Ramos directly answered: “They seem polite on the outside, but they’re really hard to get along with.”