"Very exciting."
Huang Kaiwen empathically said, "It wasn't easy for Porto to win the UEFA Champions League back in the day. I remember you said before that you are a seven-time champion, coach. Already a seven-time champion, why care about Barça?"
"I don't know, I just can't let it go."
Mourinho said with a bitter smile, "Even if others say I'm petty, I admit it, but I can never let go of Barcelona."
"Alright!"
Huang Kaiwen patted Mourinho's shoulder and said, "I'll contact Mr. Kenyon later, and have him arrange for the airport to delay the flight time. If the route can't be adjusted, let the plane go back first; we'll buy a first-class ticket for a later flight."
"Why?"
Mourinho asked, puzzled, looking at Huang Kaiwen.
Huang Kaiwen smiled and shook the flyer in his hand, which had large print about donating to Tanzania.
"Are we going to crash the event?"
Mourinho asked nervously.
Despite claiming to be second only to God,
