Real Madrid's Doomsday: Calderon Stadium

"This kid..."

Seeing the photo on social media, Huang Kaiwen said with a mix of laughter and exasperation.

Shaqueel was no superstar, but he still made several million a year.

He had effortlessly hooked up with young Sanz's girlfriend and even uploaded photos of her spending Christmas with his whole family.

It had to be said, Milan's young players all had plenty of ideas.

Huang Kaiwen felt that, as an elder, he should not interfere too much in the younger generation's love lives.

If they broke up someday, it would only mean they were not suited for each other.

On December 30, after playing Naples, the 2025 schedule finally came to an end.

On January 3, Huang Kaiwen flew to Nyon, Switzerland with quite a few teammates. Though the match was only a day away, Milan could field substitutes and youth players against Verona.

"It's my first time attending the Ballon d'Or ceremony as a coach."

Ramos said with a smile, "After retiring, it feels like time passes especially slowly, but also quickly. It's hard to explain."

"It's relative."

Huang Kaiwen nodded. "It feels slow because sometimes you have nothing to do. You're trying to come up with a plot for your novel but can't think of anything. Yet without a match every few days, when you suddenly look at the calendar or see the date on TV, you realize with a start that so many days have already passed."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Ramos nodded vigorously. "That's exactly it. You just don't know where all the time went."

"Coaching will help your writing too. Meeting these young players will surely give you more ideas to draw from."

Huang Kaiwen said.

There was no use trying to invent character settings by yourself. To make characters feel full and alive, you needed