"Forza Milan!!!"
Halftime had passed.
Huang Kaiwen was getting ready to leave the locker room.
Ambrosini came over and put an arm around his shoulder, saying, "I knew it, I made the right call, now you are even better at talking than me."
"Is it just talking?"
Huang Kaiwen asked with a smile.
Ambrosini playfully pushed Huang Kaiwen away.
Could he really admit to being a worse player?
Ambrosini always thought he had a place in Milan not because he was strong, but because there weren't many suitable midfielders in Italy now.
A simple reason, his teammates were regulars in the Ballon d'Or.
The guys up front could all get into the top ten, even the top five.
Playing in a team of this caliber, even as a midfielder, you should make the Ballon d'Or list.
So becoming the captain was his proudest yet most agonizing time.
The pressure was immense!
Now he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
