Bellingham really dared to say that.
Who would have thought the kid would still be this arrogant at thirty?
Huang Kaiwen could not help shaking his head.
Eddie Howe snatched the microphone without any politeness and said, "Jude didn't mean that. He meant that AC Milan's players are excellent, and he is an excellent player too."
Bellingham reached for the microphone in displeasure.
But this coach, who had always looked after him, gave him no face at all this time.
Seeing Eddie Howe in trouble and how accommodating he was being, Huang Kaiwen took the microphone and said, "Today's match is full of uncertainty. Eddie has been one of the best coaches in recent years. I believe England will bring some surprises. England's internationals have the ability."
Eddie Howe, who had been somewhat nervous, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He was terrified Huang Kaiwen would start a mutual complimenting routine with him. What he needed was for the attention to stay on the players.
"Kevin, do you mean Bellingham really has the ability he claims to have?"
A reporter with a London accent asked maliciously.
Huang Kaiwen nodded. "Yes, he is an excellent player."
Boom—
A commotion broke out in the press conference room.
The reporters could not help exclaiming and discussing it among themselves.
Huang Kaiwen smiled as well.
He figured they could take it however they wanted. Huang the Ball King had never covered anyone's mouth to stop them talking.
The last person who had loved talking this much was Andy Carroll more than twenty years ago.
Bellingham had not said he was better than Huang the Ball King, but he had already offended 93 percent of the Huang family.
It was easy to imagine just how difficult the midfield battle would be today.
"Can you predict