The three people at the press conference were all quite satisfied.
Eddie Howe practically wanted to bow down and thank Huang Kaiwen.
No wonder the man had so much clout in football. It wasn't just because of his skills.
After sucking up to him at the pre-match press conference, Huang Kaiwen had actually spoken up for him.
He figured it might also have been because of what Bellingham had said before the match, which was why Huang Kaiwen had subtly taken a jab at Bellingham afterward.
Eddie Howe didn't see anything wrong with that.
If you were going to talk that much shit, you had to back it up. Saying you were only worse than Kevin—if you went to the China National Team, you probably couldn't even make the bench. They really didn't want Black players over there.
Even after getting on the team bus, Eddie Howe was still thinking about it.
Bellingham was definitely going to take the blame anyway.
But the real challenge was figuring out how to make use of it.
If he cast himself as a coach bullied by Real Madrid stars, his job would become much easier.
With reporters watching, anyone who refused to cooperate would be branded as one of the people bullying the coach.
Strong players and weak coaches were hardly anything new, especially with some national teams.
At club level, having lots of stars made you a giant club, and the coach at least needed a comparable résumé.
But that wasn't necessarily the case with national teams.
Especially when a small country suddenly produced a brilliant star but couldn't find a single decent coach in the entire nation.
The most famous case, naturally, was Beckenbauer forcing his way into power.
But what level had he been at?
Eddie Howe curled his lip