Li Ang frowned, picked up the phone, checked the phone number, and called out.
"Mr. Torres, are there any players left in the B-team locker room?"
"No." Torres, who is in charge of security at the Maleo youth training base, was a little surprised that the coach of the B team would ask this question. "I checked an hour ago and no one was there."
"That's okay. Thank you." Li Ang hung up the phone.
He clenched and unclenched his fists, clenched and unclenched, and then grinned. There was no one there an hour ago? Li Ang was now sure that it was not just an hour. To be precise, the most likely thing was training.
After it was over, the boy went back to the locker room, changed his clothes, and left straight away!
How dare he leave like this?!
Li Ang gritted his teeth, thinking that he had been stupid enough to wait for the boy in the office for nearly three hours, and he felt angry in his heart.
Francisco Jose Parada!
The head coach asked him to stay and talk, but he didn't say a word and left directly.
He is indeed a genius who is spoiled by everyone at Sporting Gijon.
Obviously, in the eyes of this talented player, the head coach is nothing.
Li Ang is angry. This serious provocation to the head coach's authority must be dealt with severely.
genius?
Have you seen too few geniuses?
When I was in Real Madrid's under-17 youth A team, there were a lot of geniuses there. Callejon, Mata, Negredo, Garcia, De La Rede, these are all geniuses, but their discipline is pretty good.
Even the most unruly Mata was kept docile by Li Ang?!
There are so many talented people in Real Madrid who can behave honestly. How come in Gijon, Francisco José Parada is so jumping up and down?! He has such a sense of superiority?!
Li Ang thought about it in his mind. Among the names of famous stars in the future, he did not see the name Francisco Jose Parada. Taking a step back, even if it is not those famous stars, even if it is an ordinary player in La Liga
There is no such person among the players!
Well, the reason is very simple. The future development of this genius who is currently favored by Sporting Gijon and has high hopes will be in vain.
Parada's talent is indeed good, Li Ang admitted this.
There may be various reasons why such a young player does not make a name for himself in the future. However, this kid is spoiled, has too low emotional intelligence, and is extremely proud. This must be one of the reasons.
Blatantly provoking the head coach, isn't this a case of low emotional intelligence?
Li Ang would not use his own memory as a basis to measure and judge a player's future, because it would be unfair to the players who are working hard now.
He had previously planned to treat Parada with both kindness and power, subdue the child, and focus on training him, which shows that he has no prejudice at all.
When he uses memory as a judgment, it can only explain one problem: in his heart, this player has been sentenced to death! At least under his command, Li Ang, this person has no future.
I didn't originally intend to scare the monkeys, but I didn't expect that the biggest monkey would jump out.
The next day, in the b-team's office, before training begins.
Li Ang was talking with his two assistants about today's training content. The next round of the league will be in two days, and it is necessary to conduct targeted training now.
At this time, the office door was pushed open. To be precise, it was kicked open.
A man rushed in, glanced at the three people in the office, then ignored the two assistant coaches Fernandez and Parler, and went directly to Li Ang.
"Are you the new coach?"
"Chinese?"
"Do Chinese people understand football? What are the clubs doing?"
"Who are you?" Li Ang asked coldly. It was simply inexplicable that this man broke into his office directly and actually asked himself like this.
"Quiareguet—" Fernandez said.
"It's none of your business." The man waved his hand.
Fernandez and Parler remained silent.
Ho ho! Li Ang was surprised. He heard that this man was the Quiaregot whom Fernandez and the others mentioned yesterday. He was still wondering who this man was. Then he saw that this man was so formidable, with just one word and a gesture.
, my assistant coach actually didn’t dare to speak. How **! Haha.
Li Ang was still thinking, so he didn't speak.
In Mr. Quiaregate's eyes, this rookie coach was naturally intimidated by his own momentum. He couldn't help but feel proud that a small ball would have the benefits of a small club. He had a genius son, and he was so cool.
!
Yes, this Quiaregot is the father of the talented boy Parada, whose full name is Ter Stegen-Quaregot Jose Parada.
At this time, assistant coach Fernandez secretly wrote something on the tactical board.
Li Ang took a look and saw that it read: Parada's father.
It turns out to be this person.
Li Ang sat on his seat, smiled, picked up the spoon, and gently stirred the coffee.
Fernandez was dumbfounded. He secretly reminded Li Ang to indicate that this person had a "very big background", which meant that Li Ang should be more polite to this person. Unexpectedly, Li Ang seemed not to see his reminder at all and instead acted on it.
Didn't he see his own hint? The honest and conscientious Mr. Fernandez was confused.
"Asshole, you actually dared to shovel my son yesterday. Do you know how much his legs are worth?"
"That's the golden right leg!"
"You bastard! I want you to apologize to my son!"
"You should be lucky that I have a good temper today, otherwise I wouldn't mind letting you taste my fist."
"I'm telling you, rookie. What you did is wrong. Geniuses should be treated like geniuses."
"Ha, of course, you can't see such a genius in China."
"You should cherish genius! How can pearls be treated the same as glass?"
"Did you hear that, rookie, bastard! You have to apologize to my son, otherwise, you're going to get fired and get out!"
Mr. Terstegen Quiaregate José Parada was arrogant and roaring.
Then, this gentleman realized that something was wrong, and he kept cursing here. This bastard, this rookie coach, this Chinese, was sitting there so calmly, and he was still drinking coffee!
Ter Stegen-Quiareguet-José Parada, who had never been treated with such contempt, turned green.
He was about to open his mouth and continue to curse.
Li Ang spoke. He took a sip of coffee and looked at his two assistants, "Who is this guy? Where is the security guard? How come any random guy can sneak in."
He pointed one finger at Ter Stegen-Quiareguet-José Parada and asked.
