Just kidding.
Facing the Italian media, Huang the Ball King could not hide.
To be honest, today was an internal war in a sense.
So Huang Kaiwen was somewhat nervous.
That was why he had forgotten to change clothes before the press conference.
He stopped, took a small round mirror from Huang Mosi's locker, and properly put on his expensive handmade suit.
He looked around the locker room.
"George, come with me."
Huang Kaiwen called George's name.
Although Paolo was more representative, George was more famous back home.
"I really never thought there would be a day like this."
George said with a smile.
"Football, huh..."
Huang Kaiwen smacked his lips.
The matter could not be summed up so simply, but if asked what he truly thought, he could not put it into words.
There was no need to mention his homeland.
As for Italy alone, after all these years, it was impossible not to feel attached. Italians might be a little lazy and unreliable, but they practically worshipped Huang the Ball King like a father.
Even a wild son raised for over thirty years was no different from a biological one.
"Football, huh?"
George murmured.
"Simone."
After entering the press conference room, Huang Kaiwen smiled and opened his arms.
"Kevin~"
Simone was delighted as well.
Huang Kaiwen had taken good care of him in Milan, at least far better than his brother ever did.
As the two managers took their seats, the reporters could not wait to begin asking questions.
"Kevin, will today's match be especially meaningful?"
"Why didn't you bring Sao Paulo to the press conference?"
"Kevin, do you think you can lead Italy to defeat China?"
"Simone, you haven't been Italy's manager for long. Filippo said he is more talented than you and the best choice for