Chapter 2287 - 583: Do You Want to Dance Too?

Chapter 2287: Chapter 583: Do You Want to Dance Too?

The French team, for fuck’s sake, has somehow got through two group games without infighting.

That really let Huang Kaiwen down.

Bear in mind, in the last three major tournaments, there wasn’t a single one where the French team didn’t implode.

In 06 Coupet wasn’t happy that Domenech backed Barthez to the hilt, he even literally packed his bags to leave, it’s just that Zidane headbutting Materazzi blew up so big that hardly anyone mentioned this.

In 08 the star-gazer dropped Trezeguet, Nasri clashed with Henry over seating, and Galas and Nasri came to blows.

In 10 the mutiny was even more fun, Anelka straight up called Domenech a motherfucker.

Thinking back on those games,

Huang Kaiwen could only sigh that Domenech really had nine lives.

Even like that he still coached them for three tournaments.

It wasn’t until the South Africa World Cup, when the French players’ training strike blew up too big, that he finally got sacked.

Nasri is also a very interesting guy; he seems to be inseparable from internal bust-ups.

Huang Kaiwen had always wondered: in 2008 he was still a newbie in the national team, how did he even dare to question Henry having a reserved seat?

So you really can’t look at French and Dutch players with a normal lens.

They see personal interest as more important than anything.

Huang Kaiwen had just put down the newspaper when Gagliani immediately walked over.

"Is there something up, Adriano?"

Right now Huang Kaiwen was a bit scared of seeing Gagliani.

He was genuinely afraid something might go wrong with the Netherlands team.

Gagliani obviously knew this too, and rushed to say: "It’s about Milan, Paris Saint-Germain have taken a liking to one of our players and want to bid for him."

"If they don’t come up with a ridiculous offer, then don’t sell to them."

Huang Kaiwen said.

PSG’s offer for Thiago Silva wasn’t bad, but at that price, trying to find a replacement really isn’t easy.

As long as the player himself doesn’t want to leave, Milan can stay in control.

"Got it. One more thing: Pirlo has decided to go to Manchester United."

Gagliani went on.

"That’s a good thing."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

As long as Pirlo doesn’t stay in Italy, he’ll still be a Milan legend in the future.

Can’t be helped.

He’s played too damn well in those years at Juventus.

If Juve were bringing in some other playmaker, Huang Kaiwen wouldn’t feel so bad.

But Pirlo has Milan stamped all over him; watching him play for Juve is just uncomfortable, no matter what.

Now Pirlo going to Manchester United really is like technical foreign aid.

Pirlo’s forward passing is no joke; with him there they won’t have to rely on Carrick eternally shuttling the ball sideways.

Huang Kaiwen shook his head with a grin.

Just hope the old gaffer doesn’t get all grateful to Huang Kaiwen and actually make Ten Hag his successor.

Yellow Ball King is not carrying that fucking blame.

Even with Milan this strong right now, Manchester United are still one of the clubs with the most fans in the world.

The transfer window in European football hasn’t opened yet, but Zenit in Russia have already splashed 50 million Euro on Hulk.

And there’s the news of Alex Song transferring to Barca blowing up.

Barca have basically set their sights on Arsenal these last few years.

After breakfast, Huang Kaiwen went to the training ground.

Cocu immediately sidled up to Huang Kaiwen and reported: "The players are really fired up, after beating Germany their doubts about the tactics have disappeared."

"That’s good."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Yellow Ball King has done all this work.

Plus the trait bonuses.

If he still couldn’t straighten out the Netherlands national team, that really would be weird.

"The media back home are already talking. They’re saying if we win the title, everyone will be awarded a medal." Cocu said with a bit of longing.

He’s not like Huang Kaiwen, whose medals at home could basically make up a full deck of cards.

Europeans’ yearning for nobility and titles is pretty much carved into their bones.

"Work hard and keep it up, everything will come."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Against Portugal, as long as they don’t lose, they’ll go through.

But this was exactly what worried Huang Kaiwen most; he knows how dangerous that situation is.

There’s a national team that, in the same situation, never once let the opponent down — they fucking lost every time.

And Portugal are stronger now; he really did feel a fair bit of pressure.

No matter how big the pressure, game day still came in the end.

Back at the Kharkiv Metalist Stadium.

Lily had long been seated in the stands with the Netherlands WAGs.

van Persie’s wife, Buccellato, asked: "Robin isn’t starting again, why is that, Lily?"

"No idea."

Lily watched the pitch and said, "Kevin must have his reasons for whatever he does."

"Yeah, let’s not talk about that stuff. Who starts is the coach’s decision."

Andra said.

She’d always heard Van Bommel talk about things in the Netherlands national team.

It was obvious.

Huang Kaiwen outranks her dad Van Marwijk by miles.

The old man may have gone back to the Netherlands, but as an only daughter she knows her father’s health situation all too well.

The old guy would rather fake being ill than keep coaching; that shows you just how rotten that Dutch dressing room was.

But Huang Kaiwen actually managed to get the Dutch players properly united.

Dutch players generally have pretty stable family lives.

The WAGs are also very invested in how their husbands fare at the European Cup.

But after kick-off today, the Netherlands team were in even worse shape than in the last game.

Portugal are not like Germany, a team without wingers.

Nani at his peak is really strong, and Gold Bordered Robe goes without saying.

Huang Kaiwen was almost relieved he hadn’t started Williams today, otherwise Williams would definitely have been torn apart.

After about 20 minutes, the Portuguese started whipping in crosses looking for CR7.

Huang Kaiwen was even half-suspicious this shit was Moyes’ tactic.

Whether it was Moyes or not, this tactic put the Netherlands team under massive pressure.