There was a moment of silence in the church.
Mourinho stepped down in a hurry and left.
He even endured the pain to make his stride look more normal, rather than like some Penguin character from a comic.
Noticing Mourinho's slight tremble, Huang Kaiwen went up to support him and asked, "Are you okay, Coach?"
"I'm fine."
Mourinho raised his hand and asked, "No one followed up, did they?"
"Of course, I checked. The attendees should all be middle class and above, business people, small shop owners... they prefer stable lives, no one would want to find trouble by punching a coach with a multi-million British Pounds salary."
Huang Kaiwen said.
"OK, I didn't even think of that."
Mourinho said with a bitter smile.
"Don't worry, you just care too much about Barcelona." Huang Kaiwen pressed his shoulder and said, "After this year, you'll still be unique, clever, strong..."
"No need to comfort me, I'm scared, partly excited but a bit scared too."
Mourinho said awkwardly.
