Free Web NovelChapter 2079: Chapter 539: The War of the Wise
The Milan Players in white away shirts rushed up to the front one after another, crowding around Piqué and not letting him leave.
Huang Kaiwen blocked Ramos in front of him and went up to give Piqué a shove.
Messi, anxious as hell, couldn’t squeeze in.
Luckily he had the earlier lesson; he helped Torres away from the trouble spot, so he wouldn’t get stepped on again.
"It’s kicked off, it’s really kicked off."
"Yeah, this time Huang Kaiwen was actually trying to hold Ramos back, but then Xavi said something to him and Huang Kaiwen just snapped. And once he swings first, good lord, this scene is completely out of control."
"Guardiola is going crazy on the touchline, they’re 4–0 up, what if they somehow throw this away?"
"These AC Milan kids aren’t bad either, I’ve never seen them scrap before, turns out each one’s tougher than the next... ahem, I mean, fighting is bad, kids, don’t learn from this."
"In the key moment it’s still Nesta who steps up. Nesta himself is a hothead, and now he’s the one trying to break it up—you can imagine how chaotic this is."
"Red card! Huang Kaiwen red card, Ramos red card, De Bruyne red card, Rakitic red card, how did Buffon and Kroos escape reds?"
"Barca haven’t escaped either, Piqué’s foul means two yellows make a red, foul-mouthed Xavi is sent off, and the ones throwing punches, Puyol and Valdes, are off too. The ref looks stunned even after flashing all those cards—Barca don’t have enough men left!"
"Right, the rule says if a team has fewer than seven players on the pitch, the game can be stopped immediately and the side with more players wins. If the score is less than 3–0, it’s recorded as 3–0; if the leading side has scored more than that, the current score stands."
"Eriksson probably has no idea what to do now, he’s going to the touchline to talk to the UEFA officials."
Huang Kaiwen took off the captain’s armband and handed it to Nesta.
Then led his teammates toward the touchline.
"Kevin, you’re not hurt, are you?"
Guardiola handed him a water bottle and towel as he spoke.
"I’m fine, coach." Huang Kaiwen pointed at the pitch and said, "If the game goes on, sub Leo off. With what’s happening out there, he’ll just feel awkward staying on."
"That’s what I was thinking too."
You guys go back into the players’ tunnel and take a breather.
Huang Kaiwen nodded and led his teammates into the tunnel.
Ramos had an arm around Kroos and another around De Bruyne, not caring that his lip was split, grinning as he said, "Didn’t think you two had it in you. I’m telling you, that’s football, you’ve got to be ready to smack the opposition at any time."
"Sergio, don’t corrupt the youngsters."
Huang Kaiwen said, half amused, half exasperated.
"I’m not wrong though."
Ramos said carelessly, "Barcelona, a century-old powerhouse, look at them—can’t even take a loss. We’ve already educated them with our feet; this is exactly when you should start swinging."
Huang Kaiwen shook his head with a smile.
A line from a play popped into his mind.
"Do we still need to rehearse Thunderstorm? Thunderstorm is all about brotherhood!"
If one day his good brother really becomes coach of the Milan Youth Team, that Milan Youth Team might become the most badass fighting side in Europe.
Not long after.
The Milan Players drifted back into the dressing room one after another.
"Game’s over, 4–0."
Nesta, the first one through the door, announced.
Ramos went over to high-five Buffon; the two of them had just laid into Xavi together, fists and feet flying, in perfect sync.
Kroos found a corner and sat down, trying to shrink his presence.
He was hoping the coach, like the ref, hadn’t noticed him throwing punches.
Huang Kaiwen nodded slightly.
This was all within his expectations.
Guardiola stood in the middle of the dressing room, opened his mouth to speak several times, but no sound came out.
The key problem was that Huang Kaiwen had been involved too.
Whether he criticized them or not, it felt wrong either way.
Guardiola sighed and said, "Just play football, try not to fight. Someone always gets hurt in a fight, and if it ends up being you, that’s bad news."
They’d all expected to be punished.
At the very least, a serious dressing down.
But in the end, after all that buildup, this was all the coach said.
The Milan Players who had been sitting up straight like schoolkids burst out laughing, their laughter filling the entire dressing room.
