Chapter 1 Damn It!

Chang Sheng squatted on the turf beside the court, pulled a piece of grass out of the turf on the court, and put it in his mouth.

In front of him is a simple stadium.

Small players on both sides are fighting for possession of the ball.

The parents of the home team's young players in the stands behind them cheered loudly for their children.

This is the Chamartin training base of the Real Madrid club.

As a veteran fan, Chang Sheng knew that this was not the 120-hectare luxury sports city Baldebaybas that everyone was familiar with.

This is the training base used by Real Madrid before the official opening of Valdebaybas, the old sports city, Chamartin.

Chamartin is actually the original name of the Bernabeu Stadium. Originally, the Bernabeu Stadium was called Estadio_Chamartin. Later, in memory of the greatest president in the history of Real Madrid, Santiago Bernabeu, the stadium was changed to the name that everyone knows now.

However, the stadium has changed, the name of the training base has not changed, and the name of the Chamartin training base is still used.

In this old training base of less than 12 hectares, it is crowded with Real Madrid's first team and various echelons.

Real Madrid First Team, Real Madrid B Team Castilla (Real_Madrid_Castilla), Real Madrid C Team (Real_Madrid_C), Under 20 Youth A Team (Juvenil_A), Under 20 Youth B Team (Juvenil_B), Under 20 Youth C Team (Juvenil_C), Under 17 Team A (Cadete_A), Under 17 Team B (Cadete_B), Under 15 Team A (Infantil_A), Under 15 Team B (Infantil_B) , Under 13 Junior A Team (Alevin_A), Under 13 Junior B Team (Alevin_B), Seven to Ten Years Reserve A Team (Benjamin_A), Seven to 10 Year Old Reserve B Team (Benjamin_B)…

Every day, there are more than a dozen teams training here, plus the fans who come to watch training and games, it can be very crowded.

Since the Chamartin training base is located on the most prosperous Street of Castile in Madrid, it is already the city center. It is surrounded by various Spanish multinational companies and commercial buildings, and there is no room for expansion. So this training ground is abandoned sooner or later.

Chang Sheng, who has traveled through it, is very clear about the history after this.

But now he doesn't care about the fate of the Chamartin training base.

All he cares about is his own destiny.

His predecessor, who is also called Changsheng, is obviously a little capable. Otherwise, how can a Chinese who is only 27 years old become the head coach of a youth team in Real Madrid's youth academy, even if it is only The third-to-last junior B team under the age of thirteen.

But Chang Sheng didn't know what his predecessor was capable of and why he could become a coach in the Real Madrid youth academy.

His predecessor left him nothing, except those he couldn't take away, such as a FIFA A-level coaching certificate. His mind went blank as to how to coach the team.

When directing the game, he could pretend to shout in two voices, "You guys pay attention to keep your formation!" "Press on, press on!" "Quickly return to defense!" When it comes to tactics, he is also eloquent.

But training this thing is completely foreign territory to him.

Commanding the game, tactical settings, etc., even if he has never eaten pork, he has seen the pig run. He plays the FM football manager game, and these things are even seen as the pig run. But FM training is not the same as in reality. In the game, you can assign special coaches to train players, as long as you arrange training programs.

But how exactly do you train players? he does not know. For example, physical training, how to do physical training? How to practice to use it again for physical fitness? Running in circles? Give me a break! Even Chang Sheng thought this was unreliable.

How to command the team's game, you can understand something when watching the game live, but what about training? This can’t be seen by watching the live broadcast of the game, and the media can’t report the specific content of the team’s training – this is a secret about the team’s tactics, and not all training content can be known to the media.

So he's never seen what training looks like in a real team, which makes him pretty blind.

In the past three days, except for dreaming about his previous life at night, he has been thinking about this matter.

If you really want to be a football coach, a coach who does not lead the team in training will not be able to survive in this line of work.

Learn to train your team as soon as possible.

In the past three days, he observed the work of his colleagues very seriously, and then pondered according to his own understanding - he could not ask his colleagues, so he would be exposed.

As for the matter of directing the team to play games, for him at present, it is much easier than leading the team to train.

After all, Real Madrid's junior team - no, it should be strictly a children's team - is very strong in Spain.

And their opponent, the Compostela Children's B team, is too weak. Even if he doesn't do anything, this game can still be won - Chang Sheng thinks so.

When Changsheng did not intend to really do so.

As a fan who has liked coaches rather than stars since he was a child, he finally got a chance to direct a game. How could he just waste it?

Even if it's just the youth team's game, even if it's just like the head coaches on TV, Chang Sheng can't wait to try it.

He really likes the feeling of impassioned pointing the country on the sidelines!

So he spit out the grass stem in his mouth and stood up from the ground.

Start pretending to command the game.

The current situation of the game really requires him as the head coach to come out and do something, because the game has started five minutes, and the score on the field has not changed, it is still 0:0.

It's not normal for Real Madrid's junior team to have such a weak opponent that they haven't been able to score the opponent's goal for five minutes.

According to his observation, in these five minutes, the Compostela Children's B team returned to the defense, compressing the space and time in front of their goal, that is, to prevent the players of Real Madrid's junior B team from being able to start calmly in the penalty area, and even even The ball can't hold up.

How to break this situation?

Chang Sheng began to recall how many games he had watched, and how those famous or non-famous coaches did in situations like this.

Breaking through dense defenses... it's nothing more than long shots and set pieces.

Set-pieces require special tactics, and it is too late to make temporary arrangements.

It is the long-range "good quality and low price", convenient and fast...

He remembered that when he observed training these days, there was a young player who was very good at long-range shooting. He was less than thirteen years old, but his feet were very hard.

who is coming?

Ah, it seems to be Victor Andres on the 14th...

He was about to loudly remind No. 14 how long the shot was, but he just opened his mouth and took a deep breath, brewing his emotions.

At this moment, a loud roar suddenly came from behind him, the sound was very loud and unpleasant, like a male duck roaring in his ear.

"Damn, is there something wrong with your brain! Why didn't Diego play in this game?"

"Let Diego play, you idiot!"

This sudden noise almost prevented Chang Sheng from being choked by his own anger. His brows also furrowed.

He ignored the scolding behind him and shouted: "Victor! Victor Andres! What a long shot! Don't rush too far ahead, come back for me! Then shoot long!"

He finally gave out his first on-the-spot command of the game, Chang Sheng was a little proud - his aura was okay, his strategy was right, and his first performance was impeccable! Of course, he didn't know whether it really worked or not. He just made adjustments based on his own experience in watching football, but in any case, this was the first step he took. It just looks like, Still looks like a handsome...

Just when Chang Sheng was proud of his performance, but a little uneasy, the drake disturbed his mood.

"Want to break the deadlock, long shot? Don't make fun of the idiot! You have to let my son play! As long as my son plays, all deadlocks are broken! How did you become a coach? Don't understand such a simple question? A One performance from a star can change everything! Don't you understand? My son Diego is such a star!"

Chang Sheng turned around and walked back. He glanced at the "Roshan" who was waving his arms and shouting loudly in the stands, and then withdrew his gaze.

"Stop being pretentious! Just replace my son Diego, and you are guaranteed to win!" The big fat man was still calling.

Chang Sheng walked back to the coach's bench, and then asked his colleague, also the coach of the youth team, Carlos Pyrez Gonzalez: "Who is that noisy duck?"

Gonzalez was stunned for a moment before realizing who Chang Sheng was talking about, and then he smiled. Because Chang Sheng's description is really vivid.

After laughing, he said to Chang Sheng: "Uh. It's Miguel Parales Pocellino Castro Hernandez. He is the director of the club, a small director, but also a director. "Gonzalez kindly reminded Chang Sheng that even if the opponent is a small director, that's not something that a youth team coach like them can afford. In his opinion, Chang Sheng is so gentle, always with a smile on his face, and he is alone in a foreign country, a Chinese with no background, it is best not to provoke the directors of the club, even if it is only a small director...

Chang Sheng smiled, thanked Gonzalez for his kind reminder, and then asked, "So the 'Puffy, Nostriled Diego' who just arrived in our team yesterday is his son?"

Gonzalez couldn't help laughing again, what happened today, Chang Sheng became humorous and vicious. His evaluation and description of Diego is also in place.

After laughing, he nodded: "Yes, it's his son."

Chang Sheng hummed: "No wonder that kid feels so good about himself." Then he said, "Tell him to warm up."

Gonzalez did not continue to ask, but turned to inform the little Diego on the bench to warm up.

Although the level of this kid is really not very good, if he follows the normal procedures, it is impossible for him to enter the Real Madrid youth training camp, let alone enter the junior B team. But he always felt that he was a genius, and the small junior B team really ignored it. On the first day he entered the team, he said that the junior B team was just his springboard, and he would soon go to the more advanced junior A team, and all the way up.

He said it as if he had just condescended to train for a few days with the junior B team. That stinky look made many adults uncomfortable.

So the coaches don't really like him that much, but in the current situation, are there any other options? He can only be sent on the field, who made him have a father that ordinary coaches can't afford to offend?

After instructing this matter, Chang Sheng walked back to the sidelines and continued to direct his game.

His had only been interrupted by the fat duck before, he wasn't sure if Victor got it, so he wanted to make sure.

But this time, he didn't yell directly. He didn't want his opponent to hear his plans. The youth team's playing field was very quiet. Therefore, everyone can hear what the coach is yelling on the sidelines. If some parents are too excited in the stands, the sound they make will quickly make him the focus of everyone's attention - just like that fat duck.

Fortunately for him, when he made the decision to let Diego warm up, the ducks behind him stopped shouting.

The world is finally... quiet.

A dead ball opportunity soon appeared on the field. Chang Sheng hurriedly called No. 14 Victor Andres to the sidelines, taught him the opportunity face-to-face, and reconfirmed how long-range he was going to shoot.

"You have the ability to shoot from long distances, Victor, your feet are very hard. What a long shot!"

Victor Andres is a bit contradictory: "But coach, shouldn't Real Madrid's football traditions be beautiful and gorgeous? Too many long shots will be too rough and direct..."

Chang Sheng dismissed this: "Fuck, Victor! Let me tell you what is Real Madrid's football tradition, Real Madrid's tradition is not to look gorgeous, but to win! Real Madrid is the most successful team on the planet, right? "

Speaking of this, Real Madrid's young players are always the proudest, and Victor raised his chest: "Yes!"

"Then do you know why Real Madrid is the most successful?"

"Uh..." It's not easy for a child to think that the long shot is too rough and straightforward, and it's a bit difficult for him to understand this complex issue.

Chang Sheng said proudly: "That's because Real Madrid has won the most championships, and they are the winners! Because of this, Real Madrid is the most successful team, so victory is the tradition of Real Madrid, not something good-looking and beautiful. gorgeous!"

At this time, the referee was a little dissatisfied that Chang Sheng was always dragging the players and kept talking. He ran over to remind Chang Sheng that the game was still going on.

Chang Sheng was unmoved, he just waved his hand, motioned to the referee to wait, and then patted Victor hard: "So no matter how long you shoot, only victory can make Real Madrid more glorious! Well, let's go now, let's go... …”

Seeing that the referee was about to get angry, he quickly pushed Victor onto the court.

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Miguel Parales Pocellino Castro Hernandez was seated in the stands closest to the bench when he saw that his son had been called to warm up. After a few minutes of warm-up, he will definitely be replaced.

That goddamn idiot is quite sensible.

He thought triumphantly.

The director of the Real Madrid Club twisted his potbellied body. Even if he squeezed the fans on both sides, he was unconscious and didn't even say sorry. He just looked up at his son, Diego, who has the same name as Maradona.

As for the four angry eyes next to him, he didn't notice it.

He was looking forward to his son's first junior B team game.

His son did let him walk in through the back door, but he was very confident in his son's strength and potential, and he was sure that his son was a once-in-a-century genius!

He started fantasizing about his son going on the field and going on a killing spree, helping Real Madrid's Under-13 junior B team win, and then a legend started after this humble game...like Butragueno That way, become the new leader and representative of Real Madrid in the future!

But the smug smile on Mr. Director's face gradually disappeared.

Because he found that his son has been warming up on the sidelines, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes... This first half of the game is almost over, and his son is still warming up and warming up. ... At the same time, Real Madrid finally broke the deadlock with a long shot from the No. 14 player, took the lead, and went on to win again... The deadlock no longer exists, and Real Madrid has a two-goal lead! There's still a good show for your own son to go up to, ah?

Oh shit!

Played by this damn bastard!

The director of Real Amadrid finally reflected.

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