Chapter 1063: 0343 Jujutsu Kaisen Anfield Arc (Please Subscribe)

A somewhat exhausted Huang Kaiwen lay on the bed.

Mainly mentally drained.

Lily, who had a facial mask on, also smeared one on Huang Kaiwen’s face.

Huang Kaiwen said helplessly: “Isn’t this a waste?”

The facial masks Lily uses cost over 100 Euro each, and with both of them using them at home, expenses shoot up.

At this rate, it would cost them a Porsche over the year.

Even though the Yellow Ball King earns a lot, what if one day he can’t make money?

Huang Kaiwen decided that after they finished their masks, he’d have a serious talk with Lily about thriftiness.

Having money at home doesn’t mean spending it like this.

The Yellow Ball King doesn’t need to use these things.

“I noticed you really like kids.”

Lily said softly.

It was hard to open her mouth with the mask on.

“Not really, mainly the kids like me.” Huang Kaiwen said.

“They indeed all really like you, should we have a child too?”

Lily turned her head and asked.

Huang Kaiwen looked her up and down and said: “You’re still a kid yourself, aren’t you afraid of starving the child?”

“I, I’ll fight you!”

Lily immediately understood because of Huang Kaiwen’s look.

She directly pounced on Huang Kaiwen.

The masks on both their faces fell off.

An irate Huang Kaiwen sternly lectured Lily.

The whole night was filled with her pleas.

The next day, Huang Kaiwen arrived at the team.

He found the team atmosphere abnormal.

He sat next to Terry and whispered: “What’s going on?”

“It’s the boss.”

“Mr. Mourinho? What’s wrong with him?”

Huang Kaiwen asked.

“The boss is having some health issues, he needs to rest for a while.”

Terry whispered.

“Alright, I think we should go visit him when we have time.”

Huang Kaiwen said.

“I think so too, let’s call the boss after training.” Terry nodded.

That evening after training, they set up a visit time with Mourinho.

January 14th.

Due to a draw in the FA Cup third round against Southend United, there was a replay on this day.

Another match unexpectedly increased Chelsea’s pressure during a four-front battle.

A match every three days is the most extreme situation in the Premier League; even with two squads, it’s unbearable.

Fortunately, after a large-scale rotation, Chelsea won 4-1 against the opponent, avoiding extra time and a penalty shootout, otherwise, the physical toll would have been greater.

This FA Cup rule inherently has issues.

The League Cup doesn’t require replays, a draw goes straight to extra time and penalties.

In the FA Cup, a draw then exchanges home and away for a replay, and if it ties again, only then extra time and penalties.

When the big clubs don’t perform well, they end up playing an extra replay, sometimes twice in a season.

With such a format, it’s quite normal for some teams to choose to give up.

After all, a team has only so many players, with injuries, there aren’t many who can rotate.

UEFA Champions League and League are most important, then FA Cup, lastly League Cup.

No matter how the British say the FA Cup is traditional and important.

Whenever there’s a choice between the UEFA Champions League or League and the FA Cup, a top coach will always forgo this historic cup.

The next day.

Around ten in the morning, Huang Kaiwen met up with Terry.

The two of them went to Wellington Hospital together.

This hospital is renowned for sports injuries; London teams often send their players here.

A pale Mourinho lay on the hospital bed; seeing Terry and Huang Kaiwen walk in, a smile appeared on his face.

“How’s the team doing?”

Mourinho asked.

“Not bad, the team’s gotten used to it.” Terry, holding flowers, said.

Mourinho’s face froze.

He wished he could return to the team immediately.

If the first-team players are used to him not being there, what value does he have as a coach?

Huang Kaiwen put down the fruit basket and said: “Actually, everyone is rather curious about your winter signings and our upcoming tactics since Mr. Boas hasn’t taken the reins yet.”

Hearing Huang Kaiwen’s words, Mourinho’s mood visibly improved.

He smiled and said: “I’ve been researching the signings lately. The schedule is too tight, and with injuries occurring, Quaresma returned to Portugal to recover shortly after signing, and we shouldn’t count on him for this season. Indeed, we should make some signings for the wings and defense.”

“That’s certainly bad news.”

Terry said: “I guess they’ll feel uneasy again when they hear.”

“As long as they perform well, there’s no reason to worry about their position.”

Mourinho said.

Huang Kaiwen took two apples from the fruit basket to wash, and returned to see Mourinho eating grapefruit.

Mourinho smiled and said, “This is really tasty.”

Huang Kaiwen simply left the apples on the bedside table and took a seat in the chair.

This fruit basket was meticulously chosen by Huang Kaiwen, picking fruits favored by Westerners and the Portuguese.

It wasn’t surprising that Mourinho liked it.

Huang Kaiwen always gave gifts like this.

If you’re giving a gift, it needs to be liked.

When he was young, his parents would often regift mooncakes they didn’t like.

If it doesn’t taste good to you, how can you expect others to appreciate it?

If you’re not willing to spend money on maintaining the relationship, it mustn’t be that important, so you might as well send nothing at all.

These fruit baskets aren’t expensive, but evidently Mourinho enjoys them.

“I read the latest news from the FA; they’ve rescinded your red card.”

Mourinho said.

“Yes, truly fortunate.”

Huang Kaiwen said without any emotional tone.

“I wonder how Joe is doing.” Mourinho said.

Huang Kaiwen and Terry exchanged glances, and both were taken aback.