Chapter 30

"Ah~~~"

A sultry moan escaped Cheryl's lips, and her body suddenly stiffened. Her muscles quickly tensed up, and she muttered in a daze. The spasms spread from her lower body to her limbs like shockwaves, and the intense contractions made Jowanian feel as if he were being burned to ashes. Jowanian also began to spasm, just like her...

The two of them remained still, their limbs relaxed, only feeling the surging waves of excitement deep in their souls.

A ray of morning light filtered through the pink, gauzy curtains, falling on Jowanian, who was still lying on top of Cheryl, panting. Cheryl let out a soft moan, and her delicate hand gently pushed his chest. She said weakly, "You... get out, it's getting sore inside, let me rest a bit..."

Jowanian withdrew from her, but still lay on her body, reaching out to grasp her firm, high breasts, savoring the smooth and firm sensation. Under his caress, Cheryl couldn't help but moan again, closing her eyes in pleasure. Her voice, filled with desire, floated into Jowanian's ears, reigniting his passion.

Cheryl suddenly thought of something, opened her eyes slightly, and said with a smile, "Dear, I finally understand why you're called 'Big Gun'!"

The term "dear" made Jowanian feel as if his bones were melting. He couldn't resist kissing her luscious red lips and asked with a smile, "Why?"

Cheryl blinked, a hint of shyness in her eyes, and said with a smile, "Because you are a big gun! When you move inside, it's so tight it feels like it's going to burst!"

"Ha ha..." Jowanian laughed heartily.

"Oh!"

"What's wrong?"

"Dear, you... you there... how is it... already... again..."

"He he, since it's already like this, and it's a bright morning, let's do it one more time!"

"Mm, no... mm... I'll go take a shower first..."

Cheryl pushed Jowanian away, not bothering to cover herself, and got out of bed. She bent down to pick up her nightgown, which had been thrown on the floor at some point. As she bent over, her snow-white, plump buttocks flashed before Jowanian's eyes, a beautiful curve in the morning sun, as tender as a plum.

Her lower body was clean and smooth, a tight, pink line exposed without any cover. Jowanian suddenly stood up, leaped forward, and pounced on her, pinning her to the bed by her waist. Her heavy breasts were completely pressed into his hands, while her waist was soft and supple, almost able to twist in any direction. Another moan escaped her lips, and a flush spread across her white skin, whether from passion or the morning light, it was hard to tell...

After a long while, the sobs subsided, and the panting stopped. After the sound of the shower, the sounds of caresses and kisses rose again. On the bed, a pair of lovers faced each other, smiling...

Back in London, the Chelsea players noticed that Jowanian seemed a bit off today, grinning foolishly for no reason. Could the record-breaking victory yesterday have driven this genius coach crazy?

Seeing the concerned and sympathetic looks from everyone, Jowanian quickly regained his composure: "See you at the Cobham training ground at 3 PM! We have two league matches next week, so everyone needs to be at their best and maintain our current momentum!"

Due to the national team training in early September, Chelsea would play away against Crystal Palace on August 25 and at home against Southampton on August 28. Fortunately, both were weaker teams.

After two rounds of the Premier League, Chelsea, who had faced a coaching change and pre-season skepticism from all media experts, surprisingly topped the league table, ahead of last season's champions, Arsenal! More shockingly, after two matches, Chelsea's goal difference was 15, a number that even exceeded the combined goal difference of Arsenal, Aston Villa, Fulham, and Liverpool, who were in 2nd to 5th place!

Early this morning, the Premier League announced the best lineup for the second round, with Petr Cech, Cannavaro, Ashley Cole, Joe Cole, Kaka, Frank Lampard, and Owen all making the list. Following the first round, Chelsea had seven players in the best lineup again!

The best player of the round was undoubtedly Kaka, who scored three goals and provided three assists, completing a double hat-trick! This was his second time winning the award, just like his mentor Jowanian, who was also re-elected as the best coach.

Jowanian's election naturally became a focus for the media, but the issue with Cannavaro made the media uncomfortable, and they avoided discussing it. Only The Times published an article praising Cannavaro's abilities and Jowanian's trust in him, while indirectly criticizing the nonsense of The Guardian and The Sun reporters.

However, these comments no longer interested Jowanian. He was now most concerned about his reputation! His football reputation was already strong, and he needed to build a good personal reputation, one that aligned with normal values!

Sure enough, The Daily Mail published a large photo of Chelsea's manager Jowanian and Girls Aloud's lead singer Cheryl entering and exiting a Birmingham hotel together! Seeing this photo, Jowanian burst out laughing. It seemed that Ye Xuan's suggestion was good; a scandal with Cheryl would surely dispel any lingering rumors about his sexuality.

However, when he read the detailed content of the article, Jowanian's face turned green. This was not how it should be! Bisexual! The Daily Mail's journalist, Mark Bryan, actually came to this bizarre conclusion! He even said without a doubt, "At a young age, Jowanian has achieved extraordinary success, and we must consider the reasons behind it. The great psychologist Freud once analyzed that geniuses are madmen! We cannot deny that Jowanian is a rare talent in football, so it is reasonable to assume that his private life is unconventional."

Seeing this report, Jowanian was almost driven to the brink of rage: "God, what have I done to you? Don't play with me like this! My sexual orientation is absolutely fine, and Cheryl even said I'm a real 'Big Gun'!"

Sitting in his office, Jowanian looked gloomy. Kenyon, however, knocked on the door of the manager's office, looking excited and said, "Wanxian, there are two good things!"

"What good things?" Jowanian was absentmindedly drawing on the tactical board with a pen.

Kenyon saw the Daily Mail on his desk and couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed that Jowanian's reputation as a man who liked men would be hard to shake... He cleared his throat and said seriously, "The first thing is that a media friend from China is here for an interview. They want to create a 'Jowanian Special.' Do you have time to participate? Although China is a football desert, it has a large fan base, and this is a great opportunity to build your reputation overseas!"

"China... China?" Jowanian was shocked, standing up from his chair, speechless.

For months, these two words had become so unfamiliar that even his everyday speech had turned into gibberish. He only spoke Chinese occasionally with his agent, Ye Xuan. In his previous life, he had been unknown, willingly dedicating the first generation of athletes to the State Sports Commission, silently being a nameless hero. Now, in this life, could he finally achieve fame?

Jowanian took a deep breath, "What program?"

Kenyon thought for a moment and said, "It's called 'World Football,' and the young man's English is quite good. His name is... Duan... Duan..."

"Duan Xuan?"

"Yes, Duan Xuan! Ha ha, Wanxian, you know this program? Oh, right, you're of Chinese descent, with Chinese blood..." Kenyon slapped his forehead, realizing the connection.

Jowanian clapped his hands, "What are we waiting for? Bring Duan Xuan to me right away! Duan Xuan is a famous commentator in China, and if I don't guide him properly, he might mislead countless Chinese fans!"

Jowanian placed himself at the pinnacle of football, completely unaware that his current success was not due to his extensive football knowledge but to his bizarre cheating methods!

"Wait, Wanxian, there's one more thing. Armani wants to provide you with a clothing sponsorship. Do you... have an agent?"

"Sponsorship?" Jowanian was almost jumping with excitement. It wasn't easy, but he had finally made it! After a month at Chelsea, his salary was only 100,000 pounds, and after shopping in Birmingham with Cheryl and buying a few gifts, he was almost broke. Now, finally, there was a big spender willing to pay!

Seeing Jowanian's excited state, Kenyon was surprised and asked, "Wanxian, you don't agree?"

"Disagree? Disagree with what? Stingy foreigners, relying on your meager salary, I'd have to eat tofu with green onions every day!" Jowanian ranted in Chinese, scolding Kenyon, before smiling and speaking in a London accent, "Mr. Kenyon, thank you so much! Don't worry, I've already found an agent, and I'll contact her."

"Oh, then... the 'World Football' thing?" Kenyon, a 50-year-old man, couldn't understand this mysterious Easterner.

Jowanian waved his hand, "What's the point of 'World Football' or 'Underground Football'? With the Chinese Football Association in charge, even the King of Hell can't do anything! I, Jowanian, may be talented, but I can't communicate with those pigs at the association! Forget it, you won't understand. We'll talk to Duan Xuan after we're done with this..."