"Sorry, I didn't expect boxing players to be here. Could you tell me where the Netherlands men's football team's locker room is?"
Huang Kaiwen asked in a sarcastic tone.
Robben and the two others immediately stopped and stood there awkwardly.
Huntelaar waved and shouted: "Hey, Kevin."
"Wesley, could you please ask Mr. Van Marwijk to come over?"
Huang Kaiwen turned and asked.
"I have no objection."
Sneijder whistled as he left.
He seemed to be in quite a good mood.
This situation could be handled by Huang Kaiwen, but he remembered one thing: he was not the Dutch team's head coach.
No matter the time, a deputy shouldn't make major decisions over a superior, because whether you handle it well or not, it's wrong.
Afraid someone might see, Huang Kaiwen closed the locker room door.
He stood with arms crossed at the door, tapping the wall with his heel.
Even van Persie, who got beaten, didn't say anything at this moment.
