CHAPTER 1419: CHAPTER 409: BUFFON FINALLY GOT HIS WISH

So young and already loaned to Bosnia and Herzegovina for training, growing up in a place where war and the mafia coexist.

Modric isn’t like Bale, who is only open with familiar people and somewhat shy.

In the environment where he grew up,

being shy and bashful just meant you were easy to bully.

He wasn’t as dull as he seemed.

In those environments where everyone wanted to climb higher, those who succeeded understood a bit about human relationships.

Training at Chelsea felt pretty good.

Although outside opinions said this was Huang Kaiwen’s team,

Modric didn’t feel that Huang Kaiwen was all that special.

He was quite easy to get along with, without any sense of superiority.

When training ended in the evening, Modric was changing clothes, getting ready to go home.

Huang Kaiwen handed him a gift box saying, "A meeting gift, a memento of when I ran 800 meters previously."

Modric stared blankly at the box in his hand.

Bale nudged him and said, "Take it, everyone does. Kevin is very generous, you’ll find out soon."

When Modric opened it, he saw an exquisitely crafted watch, with "Champions from London" engraved on the back of the dial.

"Right, if you have any trouble, you can talk to me."

Huang Kaiwen said.

He remembered that Modric’s agent was a bit of trouble.

In South America and Eastern Europe, there are many similar agents controlling domestic transfers and matches.

Many Brazilian players were deceived by their agents into playing in Europe.

To earn more transfer fees and commissions, they would help players sign long-term contracts at super low prices.

Sacrificing the interests of the players to make money for themselves.

They didn’t care about the players’ future developments in Europe.

It’s said that when Modric transferred to Tottenham, his agent took more than 10 million euros from the transfer fee.

That’s quicker than making money through crime.

Huang Kaiwen hadn’t heard of issues with Modric’s ownership.

The money his agent took should be the player’s individual share of the transfer deal within the contract.

No matter how good the relationship is, someone who just got out of poverty couldn’t possibly give over 10 million to an agent.

It’s estimated that Modric endured it out of concern for the power the other side held, especially because his family was still in Croatia and he had to go back for National Team matches.

So, Huang Kaiwen just asked.

Everyone’s a teammate, lend a hand if you can.

Don’t keep playing football to work for others.

Modric looked at the watch in his hand with a complex feeling.

On the first day at Chelsea.

He hadn’t even played a match and already received a gift worth tens of thousands of pounds.

...

January 3rd.

The third round of the FA Cup.

Chelsea versus Watford.

Huang Kaiwen was sitting on the substitute bench.

Soon after kickoff, Huntelaar and Quaresma each scored two goals.

Ashley Cole looked at the field and asked, "Kevin, do you think the boss has something against me?"

Huang Kaiwen: ...

You just realized?

Mourinho doesn’t even bother to hide it.

But Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t say that.

"Why do you ask?"

Huang Kaiwen inquired.

"Even though I know Gareth was brought in as my backup, he’s playing in too many matches. I’m not a glass man like you, I don’t need a month’s rest to play one match."

Ashley Cole said, somewhat worried.

Huang Kaiwen glanced at Cole.

Damn it.

Fortunately, Yellow Ball King has a good character.

For the way you talk.

Any other person would ask the coach to be even harsher towards you.

"Do you think I should talk to the boss?"

Ashley Cole continued to ask.

"What do you mean, what would you say to the coach?" Huang Kaiwen asked.

Ashley Cole said, "Ask when I can play. I mean, I’m still the best left-back in the world!"

"The best in the world?"

Listening for a while, Deco said disdainfully, "Then tell me, does the team lose when you’re not playing?"

"No!"

Ashley Cole shook his head.

"Then how are you the world’s best? How can we see your importance?"

Deco continued, "When you play the team doesn’t lose, and when you don’t, the team doesn’t lose either. So why should you play?"

Ashley Cole was stunned.

He felt Deco made a good point.

Huang Kaiwen held back his laughter as he looked at the field.

Deco is a piece of work.

He obviously isn’t happy about losing his position and is intentionally messing with Ashley Cole.

Ashley Cole was bamboozled and stumped.

In the end, Chelsea won 6-0 in this match and advanced.

If Mourinho hadn’t told the team to ease up, today’s score would have reached double digits.

"Come to my place tonight for a celebration, since we have new teammates here as well."

While changing clothes, Huang Kaiwen said.

"Let’s go."

Terry nodded.

"I just wanted a place to drink."

Ashley Cole said.

"Drink as much as you can handle!"

Huang Kaiwen replied nonchalantly.

Modric hadn’t quite understood what was happening but followed the teammates.

On the way, he specifically called his girlfriend to say he wouldn’t be home for dinner.

Visiting Huang Kaiwen’s house for the first time, Modric felt a bit restrained.

Bale took him around and said, "No need to stand on ceremony with Kevin, we often gather at his place."

"Isn’t it too much trouble with so many people?"

Modric pointed at the teammates and asked.

That’s over 20 people.

"No worries, Kevin will handle it."

Bale said with a smile.

Terry added more coal to the stove and said, "Stop chatting over there; it’s colder sitting down in this weather. Come and help out, you’ll warm up in no time."

"Let’s go, time for some barbecue."

Bale said.

"Oh, okay." Modric followed Bale to lend a hand.

With so many people, work goes quickly.