Chapter 2 You Should Lose Weight, Dead Fat Pig!

When Real Madrid's director, Miguel Parales Pocellino Castro Hernandez, found out he had been tricked by the bastard, he rushed to the front of the stand in a fit of rage, clawing The railing yelled at the back of the man who crouched down again.

"Fucking constipation! How long are you going to be squatting on the floor?! Watch out for shit in your crotch! Damn idiot! Put on my son! Put on Diego! Can you hear?! Hear--to - No - yes -?! Damn! You are deaf, aren't you? Don't pretend to be a tortoise! ​​Stand up for me if you're a man! There's no way to let my son play, no way to accept my anger! Come, come! Come face to face with me! I must beat you idiot! Don't ask me for mercy when you are lying on the ground!"

He doesn't care that Real Madrid's junior B team now has a two-goal lead and doesn't need his great genius Diego to break the deadlock.

Chang Sheng, who heard the duck's call, only felt that the blue veins were popping up on his forehead, and the grass stem in his mouth was bitten off by him.

He spat out what was left of his mouth in exasperation, then grabbed another one from the turf and put it in his mouth.

Then he decided to turn a deaf ear to the ducks behind him.

So everyone could hear a feisty fat man pointing at the coach of Real Madrid's junior B team and scolding, all kinds of Spanish national curses popping out of his mouth, how ugly those words were.

He became the most eye-catching guy for a while, and everyone turned to look at him, and his limelight even overwhelmed the game on the court. Even the little players on the pitch couldn't help but stop and look to the sidelines, wondering what was going on.

Chang Sheng frowned when he saw this scene, he had to stand up from the ground again, and then shouted at the little players on his side with the voice of the fat duck, asking them to concentrate and not focus on the field Down. A two-goal lead is not an insurance score.

At the same time, he was even more unhappy with the dead fat duck behind him who interfered with the normal game order.

He clenched his fists.

Don't give me an inch, you bastard!

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Until the end of the first half, Diego, the son of director Miguel, was not replaced by the damn coach, but ran back and forth on the sidelines for 30 minutes. When the players on the bench began to walk to the locker room, Diego dragged behind the crowd, and when he passed a box of mineral water bottles, an unhappy Diego kicked the box of mineral water bottles.

With a bang, he didn't kick the box, just made a muffled sound.

But he managed to attract everyone's attention, including the head coach of the junior B team, Chang Sheng.

Seeing that Chang Sheng was staring at him, the boy who felt as good as his father raised his head and glared back with his nostrils.

With his dad supporting him, he is really not afraid of such a mere head coach of the junior B team. Who is his father? His dad is the director of the club!

If the coach dared to do anything to him, he could guarantee that his father would have a way to get him out of the Chamartin training base! So he's even looking forward to that fucking idiot doing something to him so his dad has an excuse...

But he didn't wait for the head coach's wrath, or technically, nothing.

When he finally realized that something was wrong and gave up on posing, he saw that all the coaches were gone. There were some teammates beside him, who were looking at him with a neurotic look, and he stared back in annoyance: "What are you looking at?!"

The teammates quickly turned and walked away.

Diego was left alone, furious.

Dare to love his looks to the air!

This made him furious, but he never dared to turn around and leave without following the team to the locker room. Because that means he doesn't even have the chance to come off the bench in the second half.

But if he followed him back to the locker room, he would always feel that he was showing weakness. Would it give those people a feeling that he was weak and can be bullied?

The boy under thirteen hesitated.

At this moment, his hand was caught by a big hand.

"Follow me, son!"

"Where are you going, Dad?" The boy struggled, he didn't understand where his dad was taking him.

"Go find that idiot coach!"

With that said, Director Miguel dragged his son and rushed towards the locker room of the junior B team with murderous intent.

Then he shoved the unlocked locker room door with both palms.

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In the locker room, Chang Sheng looked at his group of players wearing white Real Madrid jerseys, and he felt proud - although they were just a group of thirteen-year-old kids at most, they were also a regular Real Madrid team. isn't it? I was just a fan in my previous life, who would have thought that I would have the opportunity to coach Real Madrid's team!

This time, I don't wear it for nothing... If this is someone who is speeding up on the forum, I can't scare them into the urine!

After being proud, Chang Sheng thought about what he should do at this time as a head coach... By the way, it is to analyze the game. Writing and drawing on the tactical board, foaming in the mouth, looks so professional!

So he planned to analyze the first half of the game for the children.

In fact, there is nothing to analyze. The young players performed well in the first half. The team took a two-goal lead in the first half. Just looking at this score can explain the problem.

At this time, as long as you praise them at halftime, you can.

Yes, he was coaching a group of children, not yet thirteen years old. What is the most important thing for children? Of course it's a compliment!

Every child has a natural desire to be praised.

Chang Sheng didn't like to study when he was a child, so his academic performance was very poor. His parents used to worry about whether he had a low IQ. But it's not. The reason why he doesn't like studying is that his primary school head teacher always likes to criticize him, using him as a negative example, all kinds of cynicism, for Chang Sheng, who is only a few years old, is commonplace.

What child could endure such a long blow?

Therefore, Chang Sheng disliked learning more and more, and finally gave up on himself. don't you like me? Then I'll be mad at you on purpose! Make trouble for you!

Therefore, Chang Sheng is the most mischievous student in their class. Since childhood, he will fight with people, and his character is naughty, causing headaches. Naturally, he also caused trouble for his head teacher, because he and the head teacher were also deducted from bonuses. In turn, the head teacher hated him even more, and his sarcasm and abuse were even more severe.

In this way, it became a vicious circle, and the two sides were completely on the hook for a few years in elementary school.

Later, until he graduated from college, Chang Sheng was always obsessed with the head teacher who ruined his childhood - if it wasn't for her, maybe he would be much more promising than he is now!

It is because of this experience that Chang Sheng understands what is most important to the group of children in front of him.

They were not yet thirteen, or twelve at the most.

Such a group of people, if placed in China, would be elementary school students, just like Chang Sheng had at the beginning.

He cleared his throat and was about to say something to the eagerly awaited children.

Just then, he heard a loud bang from the door behind him.

He turned around and saw the fat duck arrogantly broke into the locker room with his proud little duck.

Before everyone present could react, or everyone was frightened by the sudden appearance of Director Miguel, Miguel rushed directly in front of Chang Sheng and scolded his face: "Are you deaf? Asshole! Didn't I tell you to replace my son?! Do you even know football? Are you Asian? How did you become the coach of the Real Madrid Junior Team? Looks like I need to get the board to review it The current coaching staff..."

But he didn't finish his sentence, because he had already been pushed to the neck by Chang Sheng's elbow.

Pushed by Chang Sheng, he took two steps back and hit the wall. The back of his head collided with the hard wall, making a loud bang all his life, causing many young players to scream involuntarily—among them, Mi. Gore's son Diego was the loudest and sharpest, and he must have thought he would kill his father by winning.

Then Director Miguel really turned into a duck—a duck that was strangled by the throat and could only quack, but was speechless.

Even Gonzalez, Chang Sheng's colleague next to him, was frightened, Chang Sheng's movements were faster than he imagined. He hasn't reacted yet, and everything has happened irreversibly.

"Shut up for me, fat pig!" Chang Sheng, who put his arm against Miguel's neck, shouted angrily.

He'd been putting up with the bastard for thirty-five minutes -- the damn duck had been quack, quack, quack and quack right behind him since the fifth minute of the first half. Later, it even worsened and scolded all kinds of nasty things.

He Changsheng has never been a good-natured person, and he has never endured insults for so long. Those who dared to do so would have been beaten down by him for the first time, just like the manager of the advertising company he worked for.

Before, he focused on the bigger picture and focused on directing the game. After all, it was the first game he commanded, and he wanted to show himself as a qualified head coach, not just a mere fan. For this, he has endured until now. Unexpectedly, this damned Spanish duck misunderstood the meaning of his patience, thinking that he was afraid of him, and now he simply broke into the locker room to continue insulting him in front of so many children. If he can bear it at this time, then he Changsheng is not a man!

So he made a bold move.

"Know what this place is? This is the locker room! Who the hell let you in? ** yelling in front of me? I'm the head coach here, how old are you? I tell you, here I'm the only one who can yell! Now get out of here! Immediately!" Chang Sheng scolded and pointed to the open locker room door.

After issuing the eviction order, Chang Sheng let go of his elbow, turned and walked away.

Miguel slid down from the wall clutching his neck. After coughing a few times, he roared angrily: "You're dead, yellow monkey! You're dead! You don't want to continue working at the Chamartin training base. down..."

Hearing this, Gonzalez next to him showed an unbearable expression. He felt that Chang Sheng's job was lost...

Before Miguel's words were finished, he saw Chang Sheng, who had turned his back on him, suddenly turned around, followed by his fist.

In the next second, his eyes darkened, and he was smashed firmly by Chang Sheng's fist.

He fell to the ground slumped after being hit on the cheek, nosebleeds flying in the air, and he pulled out a color training.

No one screamed this time because everyone was stunned.

Chang Sheng, who is aloof, shook the hand of the smashing person. "You should lose weight, dead fat pig."

Then, under everyone's shocked eyes, Chang Sheng dragged the fat pig out of the locker room and kicked the door again.

After doing this, he clapped his hands and smiled at the stunned young players: "Okay, boys, you performed very well in the first half, and I am proud of you..."

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