Chapter 2295 - 584: Blood-Stained Brick

Chapter 2295: Chapter 584: Blood-Stained Brick

The French team really didn’t let Huang Kaiwen down, as soon as the group stage ended, they started infighting.

And the main player involved is Nasri, whom Huang Kaiwen had high hopes for; that guy is really something.

Later, Huang Kaiwen called all the Dutch players who had been playing all day to the steam room.

Though Er Mao and Da Mao have separated, they still retain some influence over each other.

Kirillovsky, a famous Russian writer, once wrote in his book: "The bathhouse is a place every Muscovite must go to. A Moscow without bathhouses cannot be called Moscow."

Pushkin, Tolstoy, those familiar names also enjoyed bathing in public bathhouses.

Er Mao’s hotel is also equipped with a pretty decent sauna room.

They bathed together in the locker room, but it’s different here, after all, there’s a partition.

Everyone wrapped in towels, steaming in the sauna, it was quite a novel experience for the Dutch team.

"Today you all made a lot of money and had a great time with your partners. But you have to know, this is just the beginning."

Huang Kaiwen stood up and said, "If you can win the championship, you will earn more money, more honors, your wives can visit the palace, can attend the same banquet with top executives from Philip and Shell, holding high glasses, sipping fine wine worth tens of thousands of euros per bottle, sharing stories of your heroics under the admiration of others. Think about it, these will all become their lifelong pride, and it’s you who bring them this glory. Half a month more, just hold on for half a month, as long as you can lift the Deloitte Cup, your partners, your families, will enjoy the glory you’ve brought them for the rest of their lives."

Meanwhile.

The Tottenham Hotspur Club was in a mess.

Before the European Cup, they had decided to let Van der Vaart go.

Van der Vaart’s performance at Tottenham was decent, but his personality was quite difficult; coupled with the fact their new coach decided not to use this Dutchman, they had already decided to send him off while his market value was still good.

But before they had the chance, this happened.

If an internal conflict occurred, they wouldn’t mind; after all, Dutch players not having internal conflicts would be news.

But why offend Huang Kaiwen?

Some fans have already demanded that he be relegated to the reserve team.

Even if they let the player transfer, buyers would take the opportunity to lower the price in this situation.

Damn it.

Levy truly regretted it, he decided never to buy Dutch players again in the future.

Scotland Yard was equally busy.

The officers looked at the names on the record board, laughing and crying.

Ever since the Netherlands played against Portugal.

They received numerous reports from fans about Van der Vaart.

Allegations that Van der Vaart was the mastermind behind the Irish gang.

That Van der Vaart was the culprit behind the theft at The British Museum.

That Van der Vaart did indescribable things to the mummies at The British Museum.

That Van der Vaart desecrated royal women in private.

Officer Mike Wood was having a headache.

Just then, the phone rang, and nearby officers entered spectator mode immediately.

Mike Wood picked up the phone, a few minutes later he said helplessly: "A fan reported, claiming he has evidence that Van der Vaart intentionally prevented that person from being admitted to the Austrian Academy of Fine Arts..."

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The next day, Huang Kaiwen went to the team’s quarters early.

Secured first place in the group, the next round they’ll play against Greece.

Didn’t they question whether the Yellow Ball King could only defend? Well, then let’s have a shootout with Greece.

He’s not bragging, he’s just worried Greece won’t dare to attack.

When he got to the office, he started reading the news.

"Milan Sports Newspaper": "Guardiola confirms he has not renewed with Milan and is preparing to accept Bayern’s invitation, Milan’s coaching position remains undecided, but according to our investigation, a large number of fans hope Kevin can stay in Milan as a player-coach."

Guardiola decided not to renew the contract himself.

There’s nothing Huang Kaiwen can do about it, but he really didn’t think about becoming a coach so early.

Last night, during a heated battle, Guardiola called him.

Complaining that both of his daughters are ignoring him now.

Huang Kaiwen just chuckled.

A little girl’s feelings, how should I put it, can’t be taken seriously.

He read some research report before, roughly meaning that childhood sweethearts are overpowered by heavenly interventions because there’s a gene in humans that prevents inbreeding, won’t generate impulsion towards those who grew up together.

But on a closer look, the Yellow Ball King wasn’t exactly someone who grew up with those little girls.

However, these things are not really the Yellow Ball King’s headaches.

"Corriere dello Sport": "The French are going home again, Blanc couldn’t control the arrogant French stars. Anelka has once again become the protagonist, he openly questioned why Blanc substituted him so early."

Huang Kaiwen smirked. ℯℯ𝑙.

Didn’t expect Corriere dello Sport to be so weak.

The news he heard was more than what Corriere dello Sport reported.

No wonder they couldn’t compete with the English.

Bild also fiercely reported on the French team’s infighting.

Previously, the French hadn’t failed to report on Germany’s infighting, even grabbing Kroos’s position to make a fuss, now it’s finally their turn for payback.

"The Times": "London fans are already boycotting Van der Vaart, thinking he’s unfit to play in London. It’s reported that Scotland Yard has received numerous complaints about Van der Vaart, with many officers forced to work overtime. His name has become the least welcome name at Scotland Yard."

Huang Kaiwen laughed.

Who would’ve thought that as the king of London, he would have such prestige?

When he saw "The Sun newspaper," Huang Kaiwen’s eyes widened.

At that moment, Cocu suddenly pushed open his office door, and said in a panic, "Boss, they’re fighting."

Huang Kaiwen quickly got up and left with Cocu.

Inside the locker room.

"Your name is Rafael van der Vaart, it’s longer than mine. Do you think that makes you better than me?"

Robben suddenly pulled out a dark iron rod.

Sneijder pressed the button on the electric baton, licking his lips, saying, "You’ve got more hair than me; is that supposed to mock me?"

Huntelaar swung a baseball bat straight up, shouting, "You just find a celebrity wife; shouldn’t you tell her to talk less? Can she really judge Kevin?"

Van der Vaart was beaten, running around in a frenzy.

Van Persie sat on the bench, coldly watching everything unfold.

He bent over to change his shoes, not expecting Van der Vaart to scurry over to him, shouting, "Robin, Robin, save me! You have a grudge against them, right!!!"

Van Persie pursed his lips and reached back into the locker to pull out a pair of nunchucks.

Ada—

Damn, who would’ve thought.

Good thing he reacted quickly.

Van der Vaart narrowly dodged, though his shoulder got a bit of a hit, burning with pain.

Using the strength from the pain, he managed to break through and dashed towards the locker room door.

Creak—

The locker room door opened.

Luke De Jong’s eyes widened, and he immediately thought of something.

Just as he was preparing to act, he saw Nigel De Jong, who somehow had found half a brick and threw it.

Van der Vaart fell to the ground.

Everyone was stunned.

"What to do?"

The youngest, Luke De Jong, asked.

"I heard you can use some chemical solution to get rid of flesh."

Sneijder raised his hand, trembling, to say.

Van Persie’s eyes widened.

Damn, wasn’t this guy planning to deal with him this way back then?

Robben kicked twice, seeing Van der Vaart motionless, he panicked a bit too. He squatted down quickly and placed a finger under Van der Vaart’s nose.

"It’s okay, it’s okay; he’s just passed out."

Robben said with a smile.

"Hey, it’s just a little thing, what’s there to be scared of?"

Van Persie said dismissively.

Huntelaar’s eyes widened.

Damn bastard, your legs were shaking earlier, and now you’re pretending?

"But how do we explain this to the coach?"

Sneijder asked worriedly.

The group was a bit scared.

When Huang Kaiwen gets angry, it’s not typically terrifying.

Many players who fouled Huang Kaiwen were long gone from European football.

They caused such a big incident for Huang Kaiwen, afraid their outcome wouldn’t be much better.

Just then, Huang Kaiwen and Cocu pushed open the locker room door.

Seeing the situation inside, Cocu screamed immediately.

Huang Kaiwen rather asked, "Is he dead?"

"No, no,"

Robben said with a brave face.

"What do we do, Kevin?"

Van Persie anxiously asked, so anxious that he forgot to call him coach.

Huang Kaiwen smiled, as long as he’s not dead, today the Yellow Ball King would protect them a few.

This isn’t some internal strife, it’s the execution of justice!

After all, when people say someone delivers a pillow when you want to sleep, this is it.

He threw out "The Sun newspaper" and shouted, "Rafael van der Vaart, your story’s out!"