Chapter 1174: Chapter 364: My Heart and Breath Are in My Song

Molinaro and Chiellini stood in the penalty area, waiting for a chance.

Unable to watch any longer, Ranieri cursed from the sidelines: “Idiot, idiot!!! Go forward, damn it, he can shoot from even further away, are you just going to watch him score?”

Molinaro quickly rushed towards Huang Kaiwen.

But by this time, Huang Kaiwen had already lifted his left foot, and Molinaro could only quickly turn his body and lift his leg, trying to block Huang Kaiwen’s shot.

Bang—

The ball swiftly went under Molinaro’s raised left leg, and Huntelaar suddenly started forward, easily sending the ball into the net near the right post.

Hat-trick!!!

Huntelaar’s mouth was wide open, with an uncontrollable smile on his face, showing most of his teeth, looking more like a monkey.

But the excited Huntelaar didn’t care about his image; he pointed at Huang Kaiwen and rushed over quickly.

This time he was closer to Huang Kaiwen, so it should be fine, right?

But the next second, the smile on Huntelaar’s face froze.

A gust of wind blew past him, his shoulder was heavily bumped, and when he steadied himself and looked up, Ramos already had his arm around Huang Kaiwen’s neck, celebrating.

Damn it!

Huntelaar finally realized.

Even if he turned and ran immediately after scoring, he wouldn’t make it in time.

He had to treat celebrating like fighting for a spot and put in all his effort.

[Andy Carroll] maybe.

“Hahaha, Huntelaar is killing me with laughter, can’t even catch the end of the celebration hot.”

“Nothing can be done, back when Toni was at AC Milan, he couldn’t outpace Inzaghi and Kaka either, speaking of which, I just don’t get it, why do they still have to run over to celebrate with that bastard Huang Kaiwen after someone else scores?”

“That’s why Huang Kaiwen is a ball tyrant, his teammates all have to find him to celebrate, and even those coaches act like his grandsons in front of him.”

“Rui Faria? That guy is indeed sneaky, Uncle Bird and Boas at least maintain their manners, but Faria just kneels down to Huang Kaiwen.”

“Is Huang Kaiwen really injured or faking it, why is he limping like that?”

The chief medical officer, English, also noticed and hurried to the sidelines.

But English didn’t see the water bottle underfoot, and he stepped on it, falling hard onto the grass.

Everyone nearby heard a crack.

Boas stared for two seconds before shouting: “Medic, medic.”

The first-team physio, Dean Kenneally, got up and rushed to the sidelines, but slipped and fell, kicking English in the head and pulling a muscle in his back.

This series of events left Boas wide-eyed.

The next second he turned around and beckoned to Kalou, who took off his jacket to warm up but was roughly pushed to the sidelines by Boas, who said: “Sub for Kevin, warm up on the field, there’re too many accidents today, I’m afraid Kevin might get hurt.”

Kalou: …

Pushing Kalou to the sidelines, Boas went to communicate with Ranieri.

The Juventus medical staff on the side started packing things but moved slowly, making Boas shake his head impatiently.

Such speed would get you fired from Chelsea the next day.

Huang Kaiwen walked to the sidelines and high-fived Kalou before stepping off the field.

Lately, he cramps often without the [Experience Card], and Huang Kaiwen suspects it’s because he exercises too little before bed, his body is not getting used to it.

Boas asked with a towel and water bottle in hand: “How are you feeling today?”

“Not bad, coach.”

Huang Kaiwen asked: “How’s Mr. Mourinho?”

“He was taken to a local hospital in Turin, should be fine, just a wound reopening.”

Boas laughed and said: “You know Jose’s personality, he doesn’t completely heal, doesn’t watch his diet, so this happens, he’s really a stubborn guy.”

“Alright, coach, I’ll head back to the locker room to change and then go to visit Mr. Mourinho and Buffon.”

Huang Kaiwen said.

“Alright, you go ahead.”

Boas said.

After so many accidents today, it’s better for Huang Kaiwen to leave the field early.

After changing clothes.

Huang Kaiwen made a phone call to check.

Both of them were in the Turin Molinet Hospital, which saved some trouble.

This hospital’s internal medicine is excellent.

Huang Kaiwen first visited Mourinho, who was fine, just needed some wound care, and he could go back with the team.

“Coach, I plan to rest in Italy for two days before returning to London.”

Huang Kaiwen said.

Just after changing clothes and preparing to leave, Mourinho nodded and said: “That’s fine, you can rejoin in three days, you’ve been very busy lately, take this time to get away from those jerks on Fleet Street and relax.”

“Yes, coach.”

Huang Kaiwen turned and left, inquiring about Buffon’s room.

After buying flowers and a fruit basket again at the hospital entrance, Huang Kaiwen went to the third floor.

Buffon in the ward seemed to be watching the news, and when Huang Kaiwen opened the door, Buffon’s eyes widened with a smile and he blurted out: “I’m in the hospital, and you’re still not letting me go?”

Huang Kaiwen: …

Seeing Huang Kaiwen’s expression, Buffon quickly smiled and said: “Just kidding, Kevin, you came just in time, the match just ended.”

“Is that so, what was the score?”

“Neither team could score after you left, and the post-match press conference wasn’t interesting either.”

Buffon said.

“Okay, I mainly came to visit you, but you don’t seem very welcoming.”

Huang Kaiwen placed the fruit basket on the bedside table, put the flowers in a vase, and then, without intending to sit down, said.