Miguel, who was lying outside the door, was shaken awake by his son. He felt the warmth at the corner of his mouth. He rubbed it and wiped blood from his hand.
Thinking of the humiliation he had just suffered, he became furious.
As a father of a child, a successful upper-class man, he was insulted by a lowly yellow man in front of his own son!
He couldn't swallow this breath no matter what.
He got up from the ground with difficulty - this was not because of how hard Chang Sheng beat him, but because he was too fat.
He is going to find the big director, and he must make this damn bitch lose his job! Of course, if this bitch is willing to kneel on the ground, lick his toes, and promise to let his son play every game
, then it’s not impossible for him to consider letting him come back as an ordinary youth team coach...
The son stared blankly at his father, whose face was covered with nosebleeds, and walked away in front of him without saying a word. He didn't even say hello, and he didn't react. Things seemed to be fast forwarding, one scene after another.
Jumping to appear, in the last scene, his father was still being beaten by that terrible yellow man in the locker room, and in the next scene, his father got up from the ground and left quietly... What is this situation? With him
Some of the brains that are not yet fully developed cannot understand or keep up with the rhythm.
He looked back at the closed locker room door and finally gave up the idea of going back in. Instead, he ran all the way to catch up with his father and left the stadium with him.
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Chang Sheng smiled in the locker room and after praising the young players, he gave the time to his colleague Gonzalez.
But it was obvious that the young players were a little distracted.
Not only the young players, but also his colleague Gonzalez had this reaction.
They would always involuntarily glance at Chang Sheng standing in the corner of the locker room.
Gonzalez was worried about Chang Sheng, but also found it incredible - how could he remain so calm after beating Director Miguel? Doesn't he know Director Miguel's energy? Although he is a small
Director, but he also has his own connections... Wouldn't it be very easy to be your little coach?
The young players thought - wow! The coach was so handsome just now! So cool! It turns out that our new head coach is such a characterful person!
Under their repeated gazes, Chang Sheng remained calm-faced.
For him, that director Miguel repeatedly challenged his authority, and he was already tolerant enough, thinking of putting the overall situation first... Who would have thought that it would actually fuel his arrogance and let him break into the locker room directly?
Teach yourself a lesson.
The locker room is a very sacred place. It is his private territory. The head coach protects the locker room just like a lion protects his own territory. It is very combative.
If you provoke yourself again and again, you will be beaten by this shameless bitch.
Not even the club president can break into the locker room, let alone a mere director! He's still a kid!
To defend his authority and the winning streak in the locker room, he doesn't feel that he has done anything wrong, and naturally he doesn't feel uneasy anymore.
He just waited until the second half started with peace of mind.
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There was no suspense in the second half of the game. Real Madrid's junior B team was much stronger than its opponents.
Although Real Madrid's youth academy is not as famous as La Masia, in terms of youth training results, Real Madrid's youth academy is not inferior to La Masia at all.
The results of La Masia's youth training are mainly supplied to the Barcelona first team.
The results of Real Madrid's youth training are spreading throughout La Liga.
In all echelons, Real Madrid's teams are strong contenders for youth league and youth league championships at all levels.
In the end, the Real Madrid Under-13 Junior B Team relied on their strong strength to defeat the visiting Compostela Junior B Team 4:1 at home.
Winning this game made Chang Sheng, the head coach, feel very good. After all, this was the first game he directed. Although it was only a children's level game, it was also a regular game.
Moreover, he broke the deadlock in this game because he made the right decision to let Victor Andres strengthen his long-range shot. Therefore, after seeing the happy smiles on the faces of the young players after the game, he
It's still quite a sense of accomplishment.
He now believes that as long as he can solve the training problems, he will become an excellent head coach.
Now he is just leading a group of children under the age of thirteen, but in the future, he will definitely become the head coach of a top professional team!
After the game, he called the players to his side and asked them, "How does it feel to win, kids?"
"very good!"
"great!"
“Awesome!”
“It’s wonderful!”
A group of young players rushed to answer.
Chang Sheng waved his hand: "Then you must always remember that football makes you happy, but victory makes you happier! Remember that only winners are qualified to enjoy the happiness brought by football!"
His words caused cheers from the young players.
Victor Andres shouted louder, because at this moment he truly understood why the previous coach said that winning is Real Madrid's tradition.
Seeing these young players cheering for joy, Chang Sheng was full of confidence in his future.
He even believed that the door to a new world behind him had appeared in front of him and was opening slowly but continuously.
At this moment, a cold voice called him out of his longing for beauty.
"often."
After coming back to his senses, Chang Sheng looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him. He didn't know who this person was, but a concept automatically popped into his mind in the next second.
Jesus Garcia, deputy director of youth affairs at Real Madrid's youth academy.
This Chang Sheng didn't know him, but the previous Chang Sheng knew him.
Jesus Garcia had a serious face, and behind him stood the fat duck and his son. The blood on the fat duck's face was gone, replaced by a triumphant smile. But there was still some stain on his nose.
It was red and swollen, and one side of his cheek was obviously swollen. This was the souvenir of Chang Sheng's punch - no matter how fat he was, he couldn't hide it, which showed how hard Chang Sheng's punch had been.
"Chang, now I regret to inform you that you have been fired." Garcia, the deputy director of the Department of Juvenile Affairs, said coldly to Chang Sheng.
After hearing this sentence, Chang Sheng was stunned for a moment.
Before he could react, the fat duck standing next to Garcia made a noise: "I told you that you are dead! You are dead! If you are willing to kneel down and beg me, I will not be able to consider it again.
Give you a chance, yellow-skinned monkey, kneel down and lick my feet..."
He didn't finish his words, because he was knocked to the ground again by Chang Sheng's punch... The nosebleed that had just been stopped began to flow uncontrollably again. I'm afraid it won't be so easy to stop this time. The bridge of his nose is probably
They all had broken bones, because just now, everyone seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.
He was lying on the ground writhing, wailing, and spraying nosebleeds everywhere.
There was a burst of cheers from teenagers all around, but soon these cheering teenagers were covered by their parents - they could see that it was impossible for the Chinese to stay in Chamartin, but their children were still there.
To play football here, it is not a very wise move to offend a director. Children may not realize this, and parents cannot be vague.
Garcia's cold face showed a look of surprise.
"I'll lick your fucking pussy! You damn fat pig!" Chang Sheng clenched his fists and retracted his arms, and said viciously to Miguel, who was wailing and screaming on the ground. Then he turned to look at Garcia.
"Do you judge the level of a Real Madrid coach by the softness of his knees or his performance in leading the team?" he asked.
Garcia regained his composure: "It's not your turn to dictate to Real Madrid, Chinese."
His arrogant look was really in line with the temperament of Real Madrid, a wealthy team. But this face made Chang Sheng feel disgusted.
Of course he could punch the Spaniard in the long face. Anyway, he punched a director twice, and punching an employee once was not a big deal.
But he was no longer interested in doing so.
He looked around.
It was not that he couldn't see the adoring light in the eyes of those teenagers, but he also saw the parents who were protecting their children.
He had been full of confidence in his future before. Being able to coach a team in a giant like Real Madrid, even if it was just the junior B team under the age of thirteen, for him, that was a brilliant addition to his resume.
.No matter where he goes in the future, his qualifications cannot be ignored.
When he first traveled through time, he even felt that his starting point was quite high.
But now, he was thrown high, and when he fell, he found that everyone below him had disappeared, so he fell firmly to the hard and cold ground.
My butt was shattered and I woke up from my sweet dream.
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In fact, Jesus Garcia was very scared after he said the harsh words. He was worried that the damn Chinese lunatic would also punch him - since he dared to punch a club director in front of him, then he would punch himself as a part-time worker.
Isn't it convenient?
But in front of this Chinese coach, his unique pride as the deputy director of Real Madrid's youth training department made it impossible for him to show any timidity to the Chinese.
So he could only hold on.
The Chinese man remained silent, and he was always worried.
I was afraid that the other party would suddenly punch me, and then I would fall to the ground and cry like poor Miguel... By the way, how many times had Miguel rolled around?
He was actually quite strange. When the Chinese coach came to apply for the job of Real Madrid youth team coach, he knew him because he was the first Chinese coach of Chamartín. In his impression, Chang Sheng was a gentle person.
Always smiling, diligent and silent, he is completely different from the savage-like lunatic in front of him now...
What happened to him? What made him so angry?
Garcia was puzzled.
After being distracted for a moment, Chang Sheng raised his head again.
Garcia felt like he was facing a powerful enemy, and all the muscles in his body were tense.
But Chang Sheng did not beat him.
Instead, a mouthful of phlegm was spat at his feet.
"Fuck! You will regret it, grandson!" Chang Sheng raised his middle finger towards Garcia and the Real Madrid emblem on the chest of the deputy director's suit.
After saying that, he turned around and strode out of the crowd of onlookers.
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