Milan Dynasty: Real Madrid's Doomsday

Huang Kaiwen finally understood.

These younger players had copied about seventy percent of him, but only when all of them were added together.

The three Ma brothers had failed to grasp the essence at all.

Just look at this world—who would dare speak badly of Uncle Kevin? They were basically either dead, or alive but treated as dead by everyone else.

Still, no matter what.

The third Ma brother was a pretty good player. Most importantly, he was smart and nimble on his feet.

Huang Kaiwen felt that if he worked hard enough, he could become the next Robben.

That was already a very good outcome.

Robben's cuts inside were practically unstoppable. He was the kind of player capable of changing a match by himself.

After the match, Huang Kaiwen invited the entire team to his home to celebrate.

After all these years, it had become a Milan tradition.

Though it would make things a little difficult for future captains.

Milan captains were stars in their own right, and hosting teammates every few days would put some pressure on them. After all, no one wanted to spend hundreds of thousands or even millions on their teammates every year. Most of that money went toward ingredients, drinks, and event planning.

So Huang Kaiwen felt that delaying his retirement would be a good thing for Milan.

As usual, the younger players on the team were responsible for grilling the meat.

Inzaghi, sitting beside Huang Kaiwen, said, "After all these years, I never expected things to still be like this. It feels like nothing has changed."

"How could nothing have changed? At least you proved that you can have children."

Huang Kaiwen teased.

Inzaghi had not even had an illegitimate child before. As a notorious playboy, people had questioned that not only within