Seoul in Tears: National Glory

"The match is about to begin, and we're all looking forward to it."

Gary Neville said with a smile, "Quite a few China National Team players play for AC Milan. On top of that, AC Milan's coaching staff are also members of China's coaching team. I think that's a good thing, because long-haul flights drain both mental and physical energy. Whether it's the coaches or the players, Milan's days of dominating the UEFA Champions League may be coming to an end."

"Yes, the clubs probably see it that way too. Personally, I support Kaiwen taking on the China National Team job as well, mainly for that reason," Carragher said with a grin.

"Or maybe it's because Kaiwen made you score quite a few own goals back in the day?"

Neville teased.

They had not exactly been close when they were players, but after retirement, they had become quite good friends.

"You never demanded that Glazer sell Manchester United because he paid you."

Carragher fired back unwillingly.

"Maybe I could save Manchester United another way, such as going back as head coach?"

Neville said with a laugh.

The guests burst into laughter.

Neville had previously claimed that he had imitated Guardiola at Valencia.

That might have been the harshest slander Guardiola had ever suffered.

Inside the dressing room.

The players were all reacting differently.

Even though they were all Huang Kaiwen's sons, every one of them was different.

George remained as composed as usual. He was neither too relaxed nor overly nervous, carrying himself like a proper captain.

Fifteen-year-old Jose had not even played for the first team before, yet he had been included in the squad for this match.

He was almost certainly not going to play, but it was obvious that he was still nervous.

Most of the other