Extra: National Honor-I Support Chan Bo (Please Subscribe)

Sometimes, Huang Kaiwen really worried.

Young people these days were getting more and more fragile.

Wasn't Little Wang from Old Wang's family pure-hearted once too? Only later did he decide to game his way through life.

Except he hadn't even managed to game life properly before suddenly ending up with a daughter.

Fortunately, Summer looked like she had pulled herself together.

She was George's younger sister, so she should have been fairly strong inside.

If Anna had run into something like this...

Then they could only ask the Vatican to launch a witch hunt.

After all, Huang the Ball King was kind-hearted and hated seeing others suffer.

Huang Kaiwen was sitting on the sofa, waiting for dinner.

A news report came on television: Chelsea academy players were forbidden from using first-team facilities unless they left the club.

Seeing that, Huang Kaiwen did not even know how to comment.

Don't blame players for being disloyal when loyalty itself had been trampled underfoot.

Luckily, Milan had always valued its academy tradition. Over the years, the foundation of the club's youth development had never been broken. Even if a player could not break into the first team, he could still be sold for a decent price. And if the player did not want to leave, Milan would never force him out.

That was because Huang Kaiwen knew Milan's cafeteria did not drug players like Barcelona's did, making them want to come back and play even if they had to pay for the privilege.

An academy tradition had to be cultivated bit by bit. Milan had done well before, and they had to keep it up going forward.

That was how young talents in the youth teams developed a sense of belonging.

If a club went too far, neither the children nor their parents