Chapter 2293 - 584: Bloodstained Brick

Chapter 2293: Chapter 584: Bloodstained Brick

"Kevin, are you implying that your speed is the best in the world?"

Botter whispered hesitantly.

...

After finally getting away from the excited players, Huang Kaiwen attended the press conference with Kuyt.

Cristiano and Paul Bento showed up almost simultaneously.

Cristiano glanced at Huang Kaiwen, then immediately looked away.

The reporters were already restless with anticipation.

Cristiano facing Huang Kaiwen, is there anything more newsworthy than this?

If there is, it would be adding Mourinho and Ferguson to the mix.

The two sides hadn’t even settled in their seats, and the reporters started firing questions.

"Cristiano, do you think the Netherlands team won today because of their defense?"

"Kevin, tell us why you succeeded?"

"Mr. Bento, what do you think of the Netherlands team’s tactics?"

"Dek, what kind of presence does Kevin have in the Netherlands locker room?"

"..."

The scene was like five thousand ducks quacking at once, chaotic and noisy.

Huang Kaiwen was about to speak.

Paul Bento immediately grabbed the microphone and said, "Today we went through an ugly match. The opponent didn’t even intend to compete; their approach was entirely utilitarian, ugly. I can’t evaluate such anti-football gameplay."

It was clear that Bento was quite dissatisfied.

But Huang Kaiwen wasn’t about to indulge him.

Huang Kaiwen promptly said, "Victors are never criticized, and I don’t want to listen to a loser’s words. Besides, I can’t accept anything Mr. Bento said. Mr. Mourinho and Mr. Capello’s successes have already proven that strong defense is the key to victory."

Bento’s words clearly offended Mourinho.

Mourinho is extremely sensitive, regardless of compatriots or not.

With Huang Kaiwen mentioning Mourinho’s name, Bento found himself in a huge predicament.

How much does Mourinho hold grudges?

He finds opportunities to mock opponents even three seasons later. With Bento insulting Mourinho’s football philosophy right out of the gate, it’s likely he won’t have good days for the next ten years.

Before Bento could speak up, Cristiano directly said, "There’s nothing to say, we just lost, and my teammates and I will reflect on everything that happened today."

Bento could only swallow his words.

At that moment, Cristiano was already the big brother of the national team.

Comparable to Figo’s stature in every way.

"Kevin, share with us the secret of your success."

"Secrets?"

Huang Kaiwen smiled and said, "There’s no secret. I merely communicated well with the players; without their performance, I couldn’t achieve anything."

"So who do you think was the best performer today?"

The reporter pressed further.

Huang Kaiwen replied directly, "The player who performed the best is sitting right next to me; Dek is an integral part of the Netherlands team. I don’t want to downplay anyone’s contribution because football is a team sport, but Dek was crucial in today’s match. What do you all think?"

Kuyt sat next to Huang Kaiwen, grinning broadly.

He couldn’t believe it. ℯℯ𝑙.

He never imagined being praised so lavishly by Huang Kaiwen.

"How far do you think the Netherlands will go?"

"I don’t know. I’m not a prophet, but we will strive." Huang Kaiwen replied.

"Today, when Van der Vaart was substituted, his mood wasn’t very good. Will it affect his position in the Netherlands team?"

A reporter asked.

Huang Kaiwen smiled and said, "Of course not, I’m not concerned about this at all. Rafael is a super talent; he’s a crucial member of the Netherlands team, and I can also understand his feelings."

Everyone knows the Yellow Ball King is magnanimous.

The reporter’s question had ulterior motives.

Seeing that they couldn’t get anything, reporters disappointingly switched targets.

"Dek, talk about Kevin, his status in the Netherlands national team, his coaching style—anything you can tell us."

A reporter asked.

The whole world is curious about what’s happening in the Netherlands team.

"The coach is indescribable, hard to put into words."

Kuyt said earnestly, "Ever since he came into the locker room, he’s been the most remarkable presence. No one can ignore a player who’s won the UEFA Champions League eight times consecutively; everyone in the Netherlands team’s locker room admires him. After Van Marwijk was hospitalized, we felt even more of the coach’s magic."

Kuyt raised three fingers and said, "Three matches, three consecutive matches where the coach’s substitutions have had miraculous effects. That’s the most astonishing part. More critically, the coach united us; the team now fights for glory rather than personal positions, and now we fear nothing—the coach brought it all."

Huang Kaiwen silently applauded in his heart.

He didn’t expect Kuyt to be so honest.

"Then what’s your goal moving forward?"

The reporter asked.

Kuyt replied with a smile, "We have a coach who’s never lost, and everyone is waiting to bring the trophy back home!"

"Alright, let’s wrap up today’s press conference."

Huang Kaiwen said with a smile.

Kuyt immediately stood up alongside him.

The two headed back to the locker room, and it was immediately bustling again.

Inzaghi led the players in spraying champagne around, one bottle after another.

Giovanni Nanni joined the players in wildly running around, showing no sign of his age.

What a relief!

Previously, newspapers across Europe and even the world reported negative news about them, and now after three matches, they advanced first in their group—is there anything better?

Some Dutch players were even considering whether to celebrate like Cassano, stripping off in front of the whole world.

Huang Kaiwen clapped and said, "Do you think it’s over? Far from it, let’s go back to the hotel. Tomorrow, bring along your partners, and we’ll properly celebrate for a day."