"My son is a genius!" Alfonso Morata said angrily.
The father was almost furious now. He brought his son to Real Madrid for a trial training. However, the coach of Real Madrid's under-13 junior A team just let his son carry the ball for a few sprints, and then
After practicing a few shots, I waved them away.
This was completely perfunctory and did not give his son a chance to show his talent. Morata's father immediately realized this, and the other party did not give his son a normal and fair trial training opportunity.
"Genius?" Perez, head coach of Real Madrid's under-13 junior A team, glanced sideways at the timid kid, "Haha, he said his son is a genius?"
Several staff around him laughed. Of course, some people couldn't bear it and thought that what Perez did was too much.
"Asshole! I said my son is a genius, and his talent in football is recognized." Morata's father's eyes were red, and he glanced at his son quietly. The poor child was ridiculed like this, and his head drooped.
, her little face was stained with tears.
"Whether or not you are a genius is not up to you!" Perez clicked his tongue, "We have the final say! Take your son and leave quickly." He waved his hand and smiled contemptuously, just like waving.
Get rid of pesky flies.
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Alfonso Morata went berserk. His son was his heart and soul. A child who already had low self-confidence was treated with such humiliation. This is the cruelest thing for a child.
"Bastard!" Morata's father rushed up and was about to punch the head coach of Real Madrid's under-13 junior A team in the face, and then he was hugged by other staff.
"Security! Security!" Perez was startled. The 190 cm tall man in front of him gave him great fear. Thinking that he was almost beaten, he screamed, "Here, security."
,Yes, call the police! Call the police!”
The assistant coach next to him, Kaderek, couldn't stand it any longer and came over and said, "Just ask him to leave. There's no need to call the police." As he spoke, he lowered his voice and said to Perez, "If this happens,
If there's a fuss..."
Perez glared at Kaderedek fiercely and understood what the other party meant. This matter was basically their problem, because with Candelaria's instructions, they did not give this child a fair trial at all.
opportunity, but instead humiliated the opponent... If this matter were to be revealed and the horse and horse were turned aside, it would definitely be a scandal for Real Madrid to treat a child who came for trial training like this.
Perez waved his hand and motioned for security to drag the father and son out.
"Let go! Let go!" Morata's father, who was being held up by several people, shouted.
"Don't hurt my dad." Little Morata cried, looking particularly helpless on the side.
"son!"
"Dad!"
Morata suddenly rushed up and punched a security guard. The latter was about to fight back.
"Assistant!" Seeing that the other party actually intended to attack a child, Morata's father shouted angrily, "Let's go by ourselves! Don't attack!"
He broke away from the pull, came up and hugged his son, touched his son's head, and then held his son's hand.
"Son, raise your head!" Morata's father suddenly shouted.
Little Morata raised his head and saw the coaches and staff of Real Madrid: Perez was sneering, and several others were watching indifferently, but some did not dare to meet the child's eyes.
"Son, remember!" Morata's father said to his son, "Do you still remember what the gentleman just said? You are a genius, remember, you are a genius! It's just that some people are blind!"
Little Morata was silent, watching all this.
"Remember, remember what happened today." He touched his son's head, looked at everyone, and pointed his finger, "You will regret it!"
"My son is a genius! You will regret what you did today!"
With that said, the father took his sad and silent son in his hand, turned around and left.
The people from Real Madrid looked at the backs of the father and son, and were a little silent for a moment.
"Ha, make Real Madrid regret it?" one person said sarcastically, "They really dare to say that."
Kaderek glanced at this man, snorted coldly, and said to the head coach Perez, "We have gone too far in this matter! This is not the behavior that a football club like Real Madrid should do! I
Shame on you!"
With that said, he chased out, feeling that he needed to apologize to the father and son.
This is a father and son who yearn for Real Madrid. The child is still wearing a Real Madrid jersey, but he is treated like this. It really shouldn't be the case.
Kaderek chased him out, but did not see the father and son.
He sighed and roared angrily.
Damn Candelaria, and youth director Rodriguez, because of these people, Real Madrid's youth department is now a mess.
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At the entrance of Cha Martin Base, the guard looked at the embarrassed father and son with some surprise.
"Dad, it's my fault, I made you suffer." Morata, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said, "If I had behaved well, you wouldn't have..."
"No, son." Morata hugged his son's shoulders, "You did a good job, you are outstanding, really. They have no vision, you are great!"
Father and son walked slowly, side by side.
"Dad."
"Yes, son."
"I really want to perform well today, Dad."
"Son, I know you are great."
Morata was silent again for a while.
"Son, let me call for a taxi." Morata's father took out his mobile phone and summoned the reserved taxi.
Little Morata stood on the roadside and turned to look. The gate of Chamartin Base was vaguely visible. The gate was open, but it was tightly closed in the child's heart.
After making the call, Morata's father felt a pain in his heart when he looked back and saw this scene.
He came over and said, "Son, you have to raise your head! You have to believe in yourself, they are blind! But, someone appreciates you, have you forgotten?" Alfonso Morata just wanted to comfort his son, but at this time he thought of Leon
, immediately found a life-saving straw. He knew that he must give his son confidence now, otherwise his son would be devastated by this blow. "Son, do you remember Li? The coach of Sporting Gijon."
Hearing his father mention the name of the Sporting Gijon coach, Morata looked up at his father and nodded.
"Remember what he said?" Morata's father looked at his son, conveying confidence with his eyes and voice, "He said you were a genius, he said you have a pair of feet that can score goals!"
Morata looked at his feet, he was a genius?! Are these feet that can score goals?!
The kid was a little confused. Today's blow, being so humiliated by Real Madrid's coach, was an almost cruel blow to this kid.
"Son, what do you think of Li? Is he a good coach?" Morata's father suddenly asked.
Morata hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Alfonso Morata took a deep breath.
He patted his son on the shoulder.
"Let's go, son."
"Where to go, Dad?"
"Let's go back and pack up." Morata's father looked at the taxi approaching, "Then, let's go to Gijon!"
"Get in the car, son." Morata's father shouted.
The father and son got in the car, and the father told the taxi driver the address.
The car turned around and drove away from here.
Morata looked back and saw that the Chamartin base was far away and finally out of sight.
His father's voice echoed in his ears: Go to Gijon!
Go to Gijon!
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