The carnival celebration on the night of winning the championship lasted for a long time.
The entire Getafe team did not stop in Seville, but took a flight back to Madrid overnight.
This time they used a very luxurious air transportation method and let all the players on the team fly back to Madrid on an evening flight.
Then at Madrid Airport, a double-decker bus was parked, which was specially used for the celebration parade.
Getafe doesn't have such a bus, so we borrowed it temporarily.
Because there was no important championship in Getafe in the past that needed to be treated like this.
At the airport, everyone got on the bus with the championship trophy and drove to Getafe.
The roads in Madrid at twelve o'clock at night are much easier to walk on than during the day.
The bus rushed all the way to Sibelina Square in Getafe.
Many fans gathered there, many of whom even rushed back from Seville with the team. They used all available means of transportation, including planes and cars.
Just to be able to come back and participate in the team's celebration.
In fact, the team and they could wait one night and go to Sibelina Square to celebrate the next day.
But everyone couldn't bear it anymore.
Fifteen thousand Getafe fans went to Seville. Even so, there were still thousands of Getafe fans gathered in Sibelina Square. It really makes people doubt that there are so many Getafe fans.
Where did they come from...
When the Getafe bus arrived at the square, there was a climax in the square.
When the Getafe players showed off the trophy, the square erupted in cheers.
"Champion! Champion! We are the champion!"
Everyone, whether it was the Getafe players in the car or the Getafe fans in the square, everyone was chanting.
There is only one voice in Sibelina Square.
That night, Sibelina's cheers echoed through the sky and lasted for a long time before disappearing.
For Getafe fans, this day at the Pizjuan Stadium and the Sibelina Square will be remembered forever.
They are here to celebrate the most important trophy in their club's history.
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The crazy celebration lasted until two o'clock in the morning the next day, and the fans dispersed one after another.
He was so victorious that he didn't have to wait long. He had already left the Sibelina Stadium with the players. In the parking lot of the club, he announced the disbandment.
Finally, he bowed to everyone: "Thank you for all your efforts in this season, I am very grateful. You gave me the best memories of the season! Thank you, we can fight side by side this season. Really.
It's an honor..."
He didn't say anything, but was interrupted by the players.
"Coach, what did you say? It's me who should be honored!"
"Yes, it's us! I'm very glad that I came to Getafe..."
"Thank you, Chang!"
In the end, everyone left saying, "We will fight together again next season."
After Chang Sheng said goodbye to his colleagues on the coaching staff, no reporters left. Instead, he turned back to look at Alfonso Perez Stadium.
The stadium that can only accommodate 18,000 people is so small...
But even so, you have to look up to yourself.
This is my first stage.
But it’s not a long-term stage.
Why suddenly bow to the players at this time?
Because he knows that if he doesn't do it now, he may not have a chance.
Although the outside world has been saying that the club is actively renewing his contract, he knows that this is not the case at all.
This news was released by Moscow Duo. The reason why he did not refute was because the team was at a critical moment for league promotion and championship, and he did not want to distract the players. He did not say it later, and it was also for this reason. League
The championship has been won, but there is also a King's Cup championship. He said he would create a miracle for Jonathan. Naturally, the team cannot be distracted at this time. Just imagine, if the players knew that he would be very good next season.
What will the players think after possibly no longer coaching the team?
I'm afraid that civil strife is bound to happen. People will be panicked at that time. Will I still be able to let the players continue to fight?
He didn't know what to do.
So he chose to remain silent.
But he knew it very well.
The team has not found a new buyer so far, and I don't know when they will find one.
If a new buyer can't be found, then the team will have the final say at Moskovos. Moskovos will definitely not renew the contract on their own.
My contract with the team expires on July 1st this year. In other words, after tomorrow...oh no. It is already July 1st. After today, I and Getafe Club will never be together again.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Considering the poor relationship between Moscodo and himself, this result is not surprising at all.
But he is not worried about his next move.
He did so well in Getafe that if he didn't believe it, no one would notice.
When you go out, you don’t leave your master behind. You have your own place to stay.
He just thought of the players he had been with day and night for a season, and felt somewhat reluctant to leave them, so he bowed to them to thank them, which could be regarded as an apology to them.
They are still looking forward to playing in La Liga under their leadership next season, but he is already leaving.
He looked up at the Alfonso Perez Stadium in the gloomy night, and Chang Sheng turned around and left.
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Chang Sheng slept until noon before being woken up by the bright sunshine.
Then he got up, washed, and had lunch and breakfast.
After finishing the work, pack yourself up, put the gold medal in your pocket, and go out.
He is going to the club to temporarily borrow the championship trophy.
He still remembered his promise to Jonathan that he would bring the King's Cup to visit him after the final.
But he ran into trouble at the club.
"The King's Cup trophy?" The person responsible for the custody of the Honor Room shook his head, "It's not here with me, Chang."
Chang Sheng was surprised: "How is that possible? Shouldn't the trophy be put directly into the honor room?"
"Of course. But everything has exceptions. The trophy has been taken to the general manager's office by Moscow since I came back..." The staff member also looked helpless.
Chang Sheng frowned: "Put it in his office? Why should he?"
"He is the general manager of the club. Now he has the final say in the club. He often..."
Chang Sheng took out his cell phone and quickly dialed Moscodo's number.
The call was picked up after the call rang for a long time.
"What do you want from me?" Moscodo asked in a cold tone.
"I really didn't know you still had the habit of collecting shiny things, Mr. Moscodo the Dragon." Chang Sheng sneered while holding his cell phone.
The custodian of the Honor Room watched the two gods fighting and was so angry that he could not escape from here.
"What do you mean?" he asked after another moment of silence.
"I need the championship trophy. I want to borrow it temporarily."
Moscow on the other end of the phone laughed: "Ha! Can you borrow it temporarily? What do you think the championship trophy is? Is it your personal belongings? You can borrow it if you want?"
"Then why is the championship trophy in your office? Has it become your personal belongings?"
"You have nothing to do with this!" Moskva looked a little annoyed.
Chang Sheng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "I just called to tell you that if you don't come to open the door, then I will pry the door open. Now you just tell me whether you will come."
"How dare you win!" Moscodo's exclamation sounded over the phone, and there was a hint of fear in his exclamation.
"So you're not coming to open the door? Then there's no need to talk." Chang Sheng ignored Moskuldo's roar and hung up the phone directly.
He is angry with Moscow Dou, but he has been holding it in and not letting it out. Now that he is about to leave the team, his last wish cannot be fulfilled because of this bitch. How can he be willing to do it?
When Chang Sheng said he wanted to pry open the door, the manager of Getafe's honor room was frightened. He had never seen such a head coach!
Fortunately, Chang Sheng still remembered him. He turned around and looked at the frightened man and said, "Why are you still standing here? Do you want to be my accomplice?"
The administrator immediately fled.
Chang Sheng then threw the large bag used to hold the trophy on the ground and looked around, but couldn't find anything he could take advantage of.
He simply took a few steps back. Then he took a running start, rushed forward and kicked the door lock.
A loud bang!
The door shook, but didn't open.
Undeterred, he pulled back and continued to run, kicking the door.
After repeating this several times, it can be seen that the door lock has been obviously broken by kicking, and the lock head has been pulled out.
Chang Sheng took a deep breath and tried his best to kick again.
With a bang, the door to the general manager's office was finally kicked open completely.
They all fell to one side crookedly, and Chang Shengzi immediately saw the Copa del Rey trophy that Getafe had won yesterday. It was standing quietly on the general manager's desk.
Chang Sheng smiled. It was like seeing a princess waiting to be rescued by a brave man.
He strode in, picked up the King's Cup with one hand, put it into his bag, zipped it up, picked up the bag again, turned around and left, neatly.
Thirty minutes later, when Moscodo drove over from his residence in downtown Madrid, what he saw was a crooked door and an empty desk.
That trophy is gone.
"Damn it, Chang Sheng! Damn the Chinese! Go to hell! Bastard!!" He roared at the door of the office, with several bewildered staff standing beside him, including the administrator of the honor room, who was hiding behind the
The crowd looked at the door kicked open by Chang Sheng with fear.
Chang really does what he says...
"Call the police! Call the police! Fucking call the police!" Moscow roared angrily, waving his arms, "Call the police and say Chang stole the King's Cup!"
The people around were stunned. They called the police and said that Chang Sheng had stolen the King's Cup. Where was this? Would anyone believe that Chang Sheng had stolen the King's Cup?
Moreover, he has just brought great honor to the club, and now he is being called a thief... This is too chilling outside, right?
There is something wrong with the way some people look at Moscow.
Moscow didn't care so much. When no one moved, he took out his mobile phone and reported the incident to the police.
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When Moscodo was furious in front of the office, Chang Sheng knocked on Jonathan's door with a bag containing the trophy.
It was Jonathan's father who opened the door. He was a little surprised when he saw Chang Sheng.
"I'm here to see Jonathan..." Chang Sheng had a smile on his face. But he didn't continue because he saw a sad look on the other person's face.
Chang Sheng was let into the house and went straight to the door of Jonathan's bedroom.
The white bed was empty, with nothing on it. There was a football on the bedside table, the one he gave to Jonathan last time and signed by the entire team.
Jonathan's mother sobbed softly behind him.
Jonathan's father said next to him: "He watched the King's Cup final last night..."
Chang Sheng stared blankly at the empty bed. In fact, he didn't hear what Jonathan's father said at all.
Then Jonathan's father handed Chang Sheng a letter.
"He asked me to give it to you."
Chang Sheng took the letter blankly. Then he walked from the door to the bedside. He put his bag on the ground, opened the zipper, and took out the shining silver King's Cup.
He put the king's cup on the bedside table.
Then he reached into his pants pocket and took out a gold medal. This was the gold medal for the King's Cup champion. It was the second gold medal he had won in his career.
He carefully placed the gold medal on the pillow.
"I said I would come to see you with the championship trophy, and I did what I said. Thank you for persisting until the last moment."
After saying that, he put the trophy back into his bag, but the gold medal remained untouched.
"Let this be a souvenir for you."
After he finished speaking, he turned and left.
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The local police in Getafe received a call from the general manager of Getafe Club, claiming that the King's Cup was stolen, and took it very seriously. Three police cars arrived quickly, and two more police cars were on the way.
When the police arrived at the scene of the theft, they found that the door had been kicked open and Moscodo was standing at the door with an angry face.
A policeman saw that this was the general manager's office. He was a little surprised and asked casually: "Shouldn't the trophy be kept in the honor room?"
When Moscow heard this, the expression on his face became unnatural.
The captain in charge of leading the team asked: "Mr. Moscodo, do you have any clues about the theft of the trophy..."
As if he had found a savior, Moscodo grabbed the other person's clothes and shouted: "I know who stole it! It's Chang! It's Chang! It's the damn Chinese!!"
The Getafe club staff nearby lowered their heads because they had seen the ghostly expressions on several police officers.
"Chang? Mr. Moscodo, can you please stop joking? Chang is the head coach of the team. He led the team to win the King's Cup. How could he steal the King's Cup?" The first one was surprised that the King's Cup was actually available.
The policeman in the general manager's office asked again in shock.
The captain even frowned: "Chang? This is impossible!"
He was very arbitrary on this issue because he had dealt with Chang Sheng. Do you remember Chang Sheng’s agent Kate Gracie? Remember how he met Chang Sheng? Because Kate Gracie was about to jump off a building.
At that time, the person responsible for maintaining order downstairs and persuading Kate Gracie was the police captain who led the team.
How could a person who could put himself in danger for a stranger, use his sharp tongue to persuade the other person, and save a life, how could he go back and steal the trophy that he had earned with his own sweat?
He stared at Moscodo with burning eyes, obviously not believing what Moscodo said.
The previous policeman who had a greater reaction was the young policeman who followed Chang Sheng to the rooftop. He also understood Chang Sheng's personality better, so he was so exaggerated and surprised.
Facing the police's questions and gazes, the expression on Moscodo's face became even more abnormal.
The police are all good at detecting facial expressions. When they saw that Moscodo's expressions were unnatural twice when asked by his colleagues, they felt that the matter might not be as simple as Moscodo said...
But Moscodo still insists that Chang Sheng stole the trophy. Why he called the police was to completely discredit Chang Sheng, so that he would have more reasons not to renew Chang Sheng's contract.
But these policemen obviously believe more in Chang Sheng than in Moscow.
They all shook their heads, not believing that Chang Sheng would steal the trophy.
"Chang is the team's head coach. He got this trophy, and he is renewing his contract with the team. What is he doing stealing the trophy?"
"I also find it strange... Judging from the damage to the door, it is clearly a very violent direct invasion. Would the thief choose such a stupid way?"
"In addition, trophies should generally be placed in the honor room. If it is a thief, he will also go there to find the whereabouts of the trophy. But I just went to see it. There are no traces in the honor room and it is intact... In this way, the thief
How do you know the trophy is in the club general manager's office and not somewhere else?"
Moscow stayed nearby and listened to the policemen analyzing the case. The more they listened, the more frightened they became.
These people are indeed professionals. They have almost analyzed the real situation just by relying on logical loopholes...
He suddenly felt panicked.
He didn't want people to know that he put the trophy in his office. Of course, he didn't want to keep the trophy for himself. But it would inevitably make people think something if he was not in the honor room but in his office.
He regrets it now. Maybe he shouldn't have called the police...
He wanted to make Chang Sheng look bad, but he didn't expect to make himself look bad first.
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Chang Sheng was sitting on the sunny side of the street, and the black handbag holding the trophy was placed beside him, placed casually. It was completely unexpected that what was inside was the most important trophy in the history of Getafe Club.
He was reading the letter Jonathan wrote to himself under the mottled tree shadow.
The handwriting was crooked and there were many grammatical errors. It was a bit difficult for Chang Sheng to understand it. He could only guess the general meaning through the context.
"Hello, Chang. After Getafe reached the Copa del Rey final, I decided to write you a letter. Because there are some things I don't know if I will have the chance to tell you. You told me to believe in miracles.
Keep at it. But unfortunately, I know my body, and I don’t know if I can hold on until watching the final..."
"When I was very young, my health was not good. My mother said that there was almost no time when I was not sick. Most of the time, I could only sit at home, lying on the window sill and watch my peers playing football together downstairs.
The ball... I envied them because they had healthy bodies and could run as much as they wanted. I couldn't. But I really liked football... Later I found a new direction, which was to become a football coach. I wanted to play football.
Coach doesn’t need me to run around chasing the ball, right?”
"I dreamed of becoming an excellent football coach. At that time, I began to pay attention to the coaches on the sidelines. My eyes were no longer just about the stars on the court. I observed those coaches and imitated their actions. Being a coach is not about actions first.
Is it cool?...I always dreamed about what it would be like to become a coach in the future...until I got leukemia. I didn't understand why it was me. I prayed to God every day and asked Him why it was me. But God didn't tell me once.
He didn't answer me, maybe he was too busy, because countless people all over the world pray to him every day, asking him this and that, so he didn't bother to answer me... After knowing that he had leukemia, I
I once believed in miracles. I believed that when I woke up, I would find out that I was dreaming or that the hospital had misdiagnosed me. But with the various changes in my body, I finally gave up on such a naive idea of believing in miracles. No more miracles will happen to me.
Life will not last long..."
"That period was the darkest time in my life - isn't it ridiculous for me to say that? My life is only ten years, so it can't be called a 'life', right? But during that time, I just felt that the whole
The world was gray, and I lost interest in everything, even life. Sometimes I thought it would be a good thing to die. Until I decided to write a letter to the newspaper and tell them my last wish..."
"I'm very grateful that you brought the team to see me. That day was the happiest day since I got sick. But I forgot where I heard it, maybe it was on TV... they said good times
It's always short-lived... But I still want to thank you, Chang, for making me believe in miracles again, even if it's short-lived... I suddenly don't want to die anymore..."
Further down, Chang Sheng couldn't guess anymore. The notes were so scrawled that they couldn't even be called "writing". However, Chang Sheng might be able to imagine how Jonathan endured the pain to write this letter through these scrawled symbols.
of.
The letter ended with those incomprehensible gestures, no signature, no time, nothing.
Obviously, the letter was not finished yet, but Jonathan had no chance to finish it.
This is a child who was so similar to me when he was a child...
But it was because he was physically weak, and he didn't have the talent to play football.
I am luckier than him in that my body is healthy enough to support me in pursuing my dream, but as for Jonathan, his dream has just begun and has come to an end after writing the preface and wedge.
Compared with Jonathan, I am so lucky.
He thought of Jonathan lying on the bed. He shook his head and said to himself: "I have long passed the age of dreaming, Chang."
No one knows how bitter the old-fashioned person is.
A child of only ten years old should have been innocent and innocent, but due to a sudden change, he has become so mature. What a twist of fate...
Chang Sheng just sat on the side of the road, letting the mottled tree shadows fall on him and the road changing with the wind.
Until a police car squeaked and stopped in front of him.
"Aha! Look who I see? Isn't this Chang? Hi, hello, Chang! Why are you here?"
A young policeman poked his head out of the car and greeted Chang Sheng, whom he recognized.
Chang Sheng raised his head, saw the other party's bright smile, and smiled too.
Then he pulled the handbag from his hand, stood up and handed it to the other party.
"Please help me send it to Getafe Club."
"What is this?" The other party looked at Chang Sheng's big bag and asked strangely.
"Copa del Rey."
Chang Sheng replied, and then he wrote Jonathan a letter of his own, folded it, and put it in his jeans pocket.
Just like that he walked away with his hands in his pockets.
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The police felt that there must be something that Moscodo did not explain clearly, so they asked again and again, but Moscodo would not say anything except that Chang Sheng had stolen the King's Cup.
Just say you don't know anything you ask.
And the police can't just stop the team. After all, the King's Cup was indeed stolen...
When the two sides were in a stalemate, someone came over and said, "King, King, the King's Cup has been sent back!"
A group of people were dumbfounded.
"What did you say?" Moscodo and the policeman leading the team asked the person who had reported the news almost at the same time, who was the administrator of the Getafe Honor Room.
"The police, the police... sent... the King's Cup to me..." The administrator was frightened by everyone's gaze and momentum, and he stammered.
"Where?"
"Honor room..."
A group of people rushed to the honor room.
When they were standing in the honor room, they saw two policemen imitating the award ceremony holding the King's Cup in their hands. One handed the trophy to the other, and the man picked up the trophy, kissed it, and then raised it high.
The person next to him clapped his hands and made a cheering gesture. Then the person holding the trophy handed the trophy to the first person and repeated the previous process...
Seeing everyone coming, the two naughty kids who were having fun quickly put down the trophy with some embarrassment and saluted the captain.
The captain ignored the two men who were not running away, but looked at Moscodo.
Moscow stepped forward quickly and almost snatched the King's Cup from the policeman's hands.
After looking at it carefully, he finally confirmed that this was his "stolen" King's Cup.
The two young policemen over there had also told the captain how they returned the trophy: "...we drove on patrol and found Chang. I said hello to him. Then he asked me to bring this back, and I asked him what it was.
, he said it was the King's Cup..."
Moscow reacted quickly, he rushed over and asked: "Why don't you arrest him?!"
The two young policemen were stunned: "Why should we arrest him?"
"He stole the trophy!"
"Don't be ridiculous, sir, how could Chang possibly steal the King's Cup? Hahaha!" The two policemen who were not running away pointed at Moscodo and the King's Cup and laughed, as if they had heard a funny joke.
And amidst their laughter, Moscodo's face turned very ugly... He felt that the other party seemed to be laughing at him.
"Is it funny? He did steal the King's Cup!" Moscodo shouted in displeasure.
"Did you see it?" the two policemen stopped laughing and stared at Moscodo with blazing eyes.
"Uh..." Moskvado was immediately speechless. Yes, he was so sure, but what evidence did he have?
Could it be that he could still say that Chang Sheng called him and asked him to borrow the King's Cup, but he didn't agree, and then Chang Sheng used violence to take the King's Cup away?
Looking at the speechless Moscodo, the captain became more and more sure that this man was hiding something from them. He did not want his subordinates to be used as weapons for no apparent reason, especially against Chang Sheng, whom he had always admired.
So he waved his hand: "Okay, now that the King's Cup has been returned to Zhao, let's close the team!"
Many times in Moscow, when police officers are about to leave, they panic: "The criminal who stole the King's Cup hasn't been caught yet!"
"The King's Cup has been stolen?" The captain looked surprised. He pointed at the trophy in Moscodo's hand and asked, "Then what is this?"
Then he asked the others: "Did you find out that the King's Cup was stolen?"
A group of policemen shook their heads: "No!"
Just kidding, this crazy general manager actually said that Chang Sheng stole the King's Cup. This must be a despicable and shameless frame-up! How could we be accomplices? A group of policemen are very discerning.
Moscow was so anxious: "My office door has been pried open. I clearly..."
Seeing that Moscow was still entangled, the captain's face darkened: "Your office door? Shouldn't the King's Cup be stored in the club's honor room? Why is it in your office? Now I suspect that you are directing and acting on your own.
.In an attempt to use false police reports to deceive the police, divert the attention of the police, and at the same time frame the team's head coach."
Moskva shouted: "If I stole it, why should I send the King's Cup back!"
"You didn't send it to me. Chang found the trophy that you stole and gave it to my men. Do you want to go back to the bureau to accept our investigation?"
Many people in Moscow were dumbfounded. They had seen people distorting right and wrong and confusing right and wrong, but they had never seen such distortion of right and wrong and confusing right and wrong...
After a brief pause, his brain started working at high speed, and then his rationality told him that if he continued to make trouble, he would be the unlucky one in the end, not Chang Sheng.
So he reluctantly chose to give up. Facing the policemen, he turned around and left. He remained silent, but in his heart he cursed these policemen and the eighteen generations of his ever-victorious ancestors.
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Chang Sheng was walking alone on the streets of Getafe.
There are not many people in the small town. It is working time now, and there are even fewer people on the street.
Chang Sheng walked alone casually.
Then he found himself in the Sibelina Square. Yesterday... no, until early this morning, this place was still crowded with people. Countless Getafe fans gathered here to cheer and celebrate the great victory of the King's Cup.
And now you can still see the traces left by the carnival - the ground is covered with garbage after all kinds of carnivals, and the cleaning workers are working hard to clean it up.
Chang Sheng continued walking.
He arrived at the entrance of the Jiabao Supermarket where he endorsed, and now when he looked up, he could still see his huge endorsement posters on the outer wall of the supermarket.
The supermarket's business is good, and there are many people coming in and out during this time period.
He continued walking and stopped in front of a bus stop to wait for the bus. He turned around and saw a light box advertisement at the station, which was an endorsement advertisement for a local bakery called Corrico.
The bus he was waiting for came, and he got on it. There were not many people on the bus. He found a quiet seat to sit down, turned to look out the window, and admired the street scene along the way.
As the car started to move, the street scene changed, and the road with mottled tree shadows extended under the wheels.
When he passed a corner, he saw a small building of his own that was not very eye-catching. The reason why he noticed this small building was because he saw himself holding a copy of "Getafe Local" outside the wall.
Reading the newspaper "Life".
Only then did he realize that it was the headquarters building of Getafe Local Life newspaper.
Although he had a close cooperative relationship with the newspaper where Carlos Mediano worked, this was the first time he saw the headquarters building of this newspaper.
The car continued to drive forward without stopping. The newspaper headquarters building flashed past, and Chang Sheng didn't even look back.
Finally, when the bus stopped at the Alfonso Pérez Stadium, Getafe's home stadium, he got off.
Chang Sheng looked up at Getafe's home ground, and then cast his sights at Las Margherita Sports City in the distance.
There, there were no fans, no media reporters, and no players.
Everyone is on holiday.
The season is over.
A gust of wind blew by, blowing the leaves above the head, the tree shadows on the ground trembled, and there was a rustling sound above the head.
Chang Sheng looked up.
He withdrew his gaze again, turned and walked towards his apartment.
Just like he has done every day this past season, he went back to his apartment from the training base.
He felt that it was time to leave this small town.
(Volume 2_Always Victorious_End)
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ps, where is the next stop?
It's actually pretty easy to guess.
In Getafe, it is only Xiaohe who has shown his talents. If he really wants to be known to the world, he must go to a bigger stage.
Fortunately, the results he has achieved in Getafe prevent him from being buried like this, and he will not be like countless colleagues who, even if they leave, can only go to a team of the same level or worse.
To become the world's top head coach, you can't stand still!
Please look forward to Chang Sheng’s battle on the new stage!
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