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Lying outside the door, Miguel was woken up by his son, and he felt the warmth at the corners of his mouth, and he rubbed and wiped the blood on his hand.

Thinking of the humiliation he had just suffered, he was furious.

As a father of a child, a successful upper-class person, he was insulted by a lowly yellow man in front of his son!

He couldn't swallow this breath anyway.

He struggled to get up from the ground - not because of how hard he beat him, but because he was too fat.

He's going to the big director, he's going to make this damn slut lose his job! Of course, if this slut is willing to kneel on the ground, lick his toes, and make sure that his son plays every game, then he can't consider letting him back as a regular youth team coach......

The son looked at his father with nosebleeds all over his face in a daze, and walked away in front of him without saying a word, without even saying hello himself, he didn't react a little. It was as if things were fast-forwarding, jumping scene after scene, one scene at a time when his father was still being beaten by that terrible yellow man in the locker room, and the next scene where his father got up from the ground and walked away quietly...... What's going on? With his undeveloped brain, he couldn't understand it and couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

He looked back at the closed locker room door and finally gave up on the idea of re-entering, instead trotting all the way to catch up with his dad and follow him out of the field.

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Chang Sheng smiled in the locker room and praised the young players, and handed over the time to his colleague Gonzalez.

But it's clear that the young players are a little absent-minded.

Not only the young players, but even his colleague Gonzalez reacted in this way.

They can't help but glance at Chang Sheng standing in the corner of the dressing room.

Gonzalez was worried about Chang Sheng, but at the same time he felt incredible—how could he be so calm after beating Director Miguel? Didn't he know the energy of Director Miguel? Although he is a small director, he also has his own connections...... Isn't it easy to get you a little coach?

The little players were like-wow! The coach was so handsome just now! That's cool! It turns out that our new head coach is such a man of character!

Under their frequent gaze, Chang Sheng's face still did not change.

For him, the director of Miguel has repeatedly challenged his authority, and he has tolerated it enough, thinking about the overall situation...... Unexpectedly, it actually fueled his arrogance and made him break into the locker room directly to teach himself a lesson.

The locker room is a very sacred place, this is his private domain. The head coach protects the locker room like the lion king protects his territory, and is very combative.

In this way, he repeatedly provoked himself, and gave a shameless slut, and he was beaten and beaten.

Not even the president of the club is allowed to trespass into the locker room, let alone a director! It's small!

Defending his authority and the constant victory in the locker room, he does not feel that he has done wrong, and naturally he does not feel uneasy.

He waited until the start of the second half.

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There was no suspense in the second half, and the strength of Real Madrid's junior B team was much higher than that of their opponents.

Although Real Madrid's academy is not as famous as La Masia, in terms of youth training results, Real Madrid's academy is not lost to La Masia at all.

La Masia's youth training was mainly supplied to the Barcelona first team.

Real Madrid's youth training has spread throughout La Liga.

At all levels, Real Madrid's teams are strong contenders for the youth league and junior league titles at all levels.

In the end, Real Madrid's under-13 junior B team defeated the visiting Compostela junior B team 4:1 at home.

Winning this game made the head coach feel good about winning the game, after all, it was the first game he commanded, although it was only a child's game, but it was also a regular game.

Moreover, the deadlock was broken in this game because he made the right decision, allowing Victor Andrés to step up his long-range shot. Therefore, after seeing the happy smiles on the faces of the young players after the game, he still felt a sense of accomplishment.

He now believes that if he can solve the training problems, he will become a good manager.

Now he is just leading a group of children who are not yet thirteen years old, but in the future, he will definitely become the head coach of a top professional team!

At the end of the game, he beckoned the players to his side and asked him: "How does it feel to win, boys?" ”

"Good!"

"Great!"

"Awesome!"

"It's wonderful!"

A group of young players scrambled to reply.

Chang Sheng waved his hand: "Then you must always remember that football makes you happy, but victory makes you happier!" Remember, only the winner is entitled to the joy of football! ”

His words drew cheers from the young players.

Victor Andrés shouted even louder, because he really realized why the coach had said that winning was a tradition for Real Madrid.

Looking at these cheering young players, Chang Sheng is full of confidence in his future.

He even believed that the door to a new world had appeared before his eyes, and slowly but surely opened.

It was at this moment that he was called out from the beautiful longing by a cold voice.

"Often."

Chang Sheng, who came back to his senses, looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him in front of him, he didn't know who this person was, but in the next second, a concept automatically popped out of his mind.

Jesús García, deputy head of junior affairs at Real Madrid's academy.

This Changsheng didn't know him, but the last Changsheng knew him.

Jesús García 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. However, his nose was still a little red and swollen, and one side of his cheek was visibly swollen, which was a memento of Chang Sheng's punch - no matter how fat he was, he couldn't hide it, which showed how hard Chang Sheng's punch was just now.

"Chang, now I regret to inform you that you have been fired." Garcia, the deputy director of juvenile affairs, said coldly to Chang Sheng.

After hearing this, Chang Sheng was stunned for a moment.

Before he could react, the fat duck standing next to Garcia made a noise: "I said you are dead!" You're just dead! If you're willing to kneel down and beg me, I can't consider giving you another chance, yellow-skinned monkey, get down on your knees and lick my feet......"

He didn't finish his sentence because he was knocked to the ground by Chang Sheng's punch again...... The nosebleed that had just stopped began to uncontrollably come out again, and this time I am afraid it will not be so easy to stop, and the bridge of the nose is estimated to be fractured, because just now, everyone seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.

He lay on the ground and rolled around, wailing, squirting nosebleeds everywhere.

There was a cheer from the teenagers, but soon the cheering teenagers were covered by their parents - they could see that the Chinese must not be able to stay in Chamartin, but their children still played here, and it was not too wise to offend a director. Children may not be aware of this, and parents should not be ambiguous.

Garcia had a look of surprise on his cold face.

"I'm licking your fucking pussy! Dead fat pig! Chang Sheng clenched his fists and withdrew his arm, and said viciously to Miguel, who was wailing and screaming on the ground, and then he turned to look at Garcia.

"Is the level of a Real Madrid coach judged by the softness of his knees or his performance in leading the team?" He asked.

Garcia straightened his face again: "Real Madrid is not your turn to point fingers, Chinese." ”

looks full of arrogance, which is really in line with the temperament of Real Madrid, a giant team. It's just that this face makes Chang Sheng feel disgusted.

He could, of course, punch the Spaniard in the long face. Anyway, he beat a director twice, and it wasn't a big deal to beat a part-time worker once.

But he wasn't interested in doing so.

He looked around.

He didn't see the light of adoration in the eyes of those teenagers, but he also saw the parents who were protecting their children.

He was still full of confidence in his future, and being able to coach a team in a giant club like Real Madrid, even if it was only a junior B team under the age of 13, was a brilliant stroke on his resume. No matter where he goes in the future, it is a qualification that cannot be ignored.

When he first crossed over, he even felt that his starting point was quite high.

But now, he was tossed high, and when he fell, he found that the people below were gone, and he fell firmly to the hard, cold ground.

My ass was shattered, and my dream woke up.

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In fact, Jesús Garcia was also very scared after releasing the cruel words, he was afraid that the damn Chinese madman would also punch him - since he dared to hit a club director in front of him, wouldn't it be convenient to beat himself up as a part-time worker?

However, in front of this Chinese coach, the pride of his status as the deputy head of the youth affairs department of Real Madrid made it impossible for him to show a trace of timidity to this Chinese.

So he could only hold on.

The Chinese had been silent, and he had been worried.

I was afraid that the other party would suddenly punch him, and then I fell to the ground and wailed like poor Miguel...... Anyway, Miguel, how many laps has this been rolling?

He is actually quite strange, when this Chinese coach came to apply for the coach of Real Madrid's junior team, he knew him, because he was the first Chinese Chamartin. In his impression, Chang Sheng was a gentle man, always smiling, diligent and silent, not at all like the madman who looked like a barbarian in front of him now......

What happened to him? What makes him so angry?

Garcia was puzzled.

After a little distraction, Chang Sheng had already raised his head again.

Garcia was like a great enemy, and the muscles in his whole body tensed.

But Chang Sheng didn't beat him.

Instead, a mouthful of phlegm came to his feet.

"! You'll regret it, grandson! Chang Sheng gave Garcia a middle finger and the Real Madrid crest on the chest of the deputy director's suit.

With that, he turned around and strode out of the crowd of onlookers.

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P.S., today is Monday, and it's also the first full week after the book Winner Takes All book was uploaded, so this week we're going to start the battle for the recommended list!

If you have a recommendation ticket, let's smash it!

In addition, there are two more shifts today, which are at 8 o'clock and 6 o'clock in the afternoon.

The updates in the next few days should be automatically updated, because people in Zhuhai may not be convenient to access the Internet, and it is impossible to update them in time......

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