Chapter 1926: Chapter 508: Wembley Doesn’t Believe in Tears

Guardiola frantically scrambled to gather the photos together with his hands and looked up to explain: "Jo, Jose, let me explain."

"No need to explain."

Mourinho looked at Guardiola with a complex expression and said: "I understand."

"You understand?"

Guardiola asked somewhat surprised, his hands stopped moving.

"Yes, I understand."

Mourinho sighed deeply.

Being handsome comes with its troubles, he still remembers those female fans frequently trying to ask him out in London.

Mourinho advised: "I can understand your actions, after all, such things... are hard to control, but you must understand, some things are impossible to happen, it’s better for both of us."

"Do you think my way is wrong?"

Guardiola asked with a somewhat unpleasant expression.

Did Mourinho really see the process of his spell-casting?

"How should I put it, Pep."

Mourinho coolly said with hands in his pockets: "You understand, God let a man and a woman enter Noah’s Ark for a reason, a man alone won’t do, nor a woman alone. A man can’t turn into a woman, nor a woman into a man; only a man and woman can unite together."

Guardiola looked up at Mourinho.

He felt Mourinho was mocking him.

His approach not only failed to make Mourinho lose the ball but also got found out by Mourinho?

Given Mourinho’s character, how could he possibly not retaliate?

Guardiola believes this face-to-face mockery is just the beginning of retaliation.

Next up will be the intense revenge.

It seems he must spend more time in the realm of mysticism during this period.

"Take care, Pep."

Mourinho turned and walked into the corridor.

Guardiola picked up the photos one by one, quietly stuffed them into his pocket, and clenched his fists.

If he truly can’t master the knife technique of traversing space, then he must learn to concoct the potion that renders people powerless.

Jose, just wait.

Someday you will pay the price for your arrogance!

Huang Kaiwen followed his teammates back to the dressing room.

Inzaghi immediately opened a bottle of champagne and sprayed it wildly.

"Filippo, it’s not time yet!"

Ambrosini scolded.

"Idiot, we’re not going to lose!"

Inzaghi said with his tongue out.

Huang Kaiwen clapped his hands with a smile, saying: "Filippo is right, we really should celebrate a bit."

"Kevin..."

Ambrosini said with a bitter smile.

With Huang Kaiwen saying that, he has no choice.

But he is worried that teammates relaxing might lead to a second-half comeback.

"Don’t worry, Massimo."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Seeing Huang Kaiwen say that.

Ambrosini had to give up.

"Sven, did you bring a Walkman, play some music to relax."

Huang Kaiwen said.

Bender quickly took out the Walkman to play.

Unexpectedly, it played "I Want to Shout I Love You" which Huang Kaiwen didn’t expect.

Japanese manga, due to friendship, effort, victory factors, attracts many readers worldwide, even if a country only has a small portion, it adds up to quite a lot.

In South America, "Football Kids" is particularly popular.

These sports mangas are okay.

Those hot-blooded mangas ultimately end in fate-driven plots that disgust people.

Although it’s a Japanese song, BAAD’s song has a strong rhythm, with lyrics full of youth and passion.

It actually fits the scene quite well.

Guardiola opened the door and came in, Inzaghi was stunned for a moment.

But seeing Guardiola sit there, he didn’t care and continued spraying champagne.

Huang Kaiwen was beating time with his hands, the dressing room immediately became lively.

Upon realizing the relaxed state of Milan Players, Guardiola found himself wanting to say something but withheld upon seeing Huang Kaiwen’s behavior.

"Time is about up."

Huang Kaiwen sat on the central bench with his legs apart and said: "The halftime atmosphere is nice and relaxed, I like this kind of atmosphere, how about you?"

"Like it!"

Chorused variably, with Kaka quite enthusiastic.

"Europe has always had this trend, to enjoy life in time. I think it’s not bad, but you must know, in our country there’s this phrase about pleasure leading to sorrow, why it happens? Like celebrating at halftime with champagne, leading three goals only to be overturned and lose the title, that’s sorrow after joy."

With Huang Kaiwen’s words, the dressing room’s atmosphere turned serious.

"I’m not playing mind games, having you celebrate only to preach later, that’s annoying. Still, the same topic, we don’t know what comes first, tomorrow or accidents, even I can’t guarantee avoiding an air crash, right?"

The dressing room finally had smiles.

Huang Kaiwen continued: "So we obviously have to enjoy timely, but we should also treat this match as the last, your last UEFA Champions League, your last championship. Most haven’t held an UEFA Champions League in their entire career, aren’t they strong? Do any of you feel you’re stronger than Ronaldo? Right! The Champions League Trophy is right there, I can’t guarantee you or me or the coach will be at Milan next season either, so for your honor list, for the championship bonus, for your children to say proudly you’re a UEFA Champions League winner, for these decades of sweating on the field, return to the pitch and beat Real Madrid, and finally lift the trophy!"

Huang Kaiwen got up, walked to the center of the dressing room, and extended his right hand.

Milan Players stepped up one by one extending their hands.