Chapter 3 You Will Regret It!

Miguel, who was lying outside the door, was woken up by his son. He felt the warmth at the corner of his mouth. He rubbed it and wiped blood with his hands.

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

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

He couldn't swallow this breath no matter what.

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

He's going to the big director, he's going to 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 he can consider letting him come back as an ordinary youth team coach ...

The son stared blankly at his father with nosebleeds all over his face, and just walked away in front of him without saying a word, without even saying hello, he was a little unresponsive. Things seemed to be fast-forwarding, and scenes appeared one after another. In the last scene, his father was still being beaten up by that terrible yellow man in the locker room. In the next scene, his father got up from the ground and walked away without a sound... …What's happening here? With his immature brain, some can't understand and can't keep up with the rhythm.

He looked back at the closed locker room door, and finally gave up the idea of ​​re-entering. Instead, he trotted all the way to catch up with his father, and left the stadium with him.

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After Chang Sheng praised the young players with a smile in the locker room, he handed over the time to his colleague Gonzalez.

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

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

They always involuntarily glance at Chang Sheng standing in the corner of the locker room.

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

The younger players thought—wow! The coach was so handsome just now! Very cool! It turns out that our new head coach is such a character!

Under their frequent gazes, Chang Sheng still remained expressionless.

For him, that director Miguel has repeatedly provoked his authority, and he has tolerated enough, thinking about the overall situation... Who would have thought that it would actually fuel his arrogance and make him directly break into the locker room? Lesson yourself.

The locker room is a very sacred place, it's his private domain. The head coach protects the locker room, just like the lion king protects his territory, which is very combative.

Such a shameless bitch who provoked himself again and again, would beat him up if he beat him up.

Even the chairman of the club can't trespass into the locker room, let alone a mere board member! Still fucking small!

Chang Sheng, who defends his authority and the locker room, doesn't feel that he has done something wrong, so naturally he doesn't feel uneasy anymore.

He just waited until the second half began with peace of mind.

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

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

La Masia's youth training results are mainly provided to the Barcelona first team.

The results of Real Madrid's youth training spread throughout La Liga.

In all echelons, Real Madrid's teams are strong contenders for the youth league and junior league championships at all levels.

In the end, Real Madrid's under-thirteen junior B team relied on their strong strength at home,

4:1 defeated the visiting Compostela Junior B team.

Chang Sheng, who is the head coach, is in a good mood after winning this game. After all, this is the first game he has directed. Although it is only a children's game, it is also a regular game.

Moreover, the deadlock was broken in this game because he made the right decision, allowing Victor Andres to strengthen the long shot. Therefore, after seeing the happy smiles on the faces of the young players after the game, he still has a sense of accomplishment.

He now believes that as long as he can solve the training problem, he will become an excellent head coach.

Now he is just leading a group of children under the age of 13, 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 him, "How does it feel to win, kids?"

"very good!"

"great!"

"Excellent!"

"Fantastic!"

A group of young players scrambled to answer.

Chang Sheng waved his hand: "Then you must always remember that football makes you happy, but victory makes you even happier! Remember that only winners are eligible to enjoy the happiness brought by football!"

His words drew cheers from the young players.

Victor Andres shouted even louder, because at this moment he really realized why the coach said that winning is the tradition of 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 behind that door had appeared before his eyes, and it was slowly but continuously opened.

At this moment, 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. He didn't know who this man was, but a concept popped up in his mind automatically in the next second.

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

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

Jesús 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 smug smile. However, his nose is still a little red and swollen, and one side of his cheek is obviously swollen. This is the commemoration left to him by Chang Sheng's punch - no matter how fat he is, he can't hide this. It can be seen that Chang Sheng's punch just now How cruel.

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

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

Before he could react, the fat duck standing beside Garcia yelled loudly: "I said you are dead! You are dead! If you are willing to kneel down and beg me, I can't think about it. I'll give you a chance, yellow-skinned monkey, kneel down 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 stopped just now began to burst out uncontrollably, this time I'm afraid it won't be so easy to stop, the bridge of the nose probably They were all broken, because just now, everyone seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.

He lay rolling on the ground, howling, spraying nosebleeds all over the place.

There was a burst of cheers from the teenagers around, but soon these cheering teenagers were covered by their parents - they could see that it was definitely impossible for the Chinese to stay in Chamartin, but their children still To play here, offending a director is not a very wise move. Children may not realize this, and parents cannot be vague.

A look of surprise appeared on Garcia's cold face.

"I'll lick your motherfucker! Fat pig!" Chang Sheng retracted his arms with clenched fists, and said viciously to Miguel who was screaming on the ground, and then he turned his head to look at Garcia.

"Is a Real Madrid coach judged by his knees or by his leadership?" he asked.

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

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

Of course he could have punched the Spaniard in the long face. Anyway, he beat up a director twice, and it's not a big deal to beat up a part-timer once.

But he wasn't interested in doing it.

He looked around.

It's not that he couldn't see the adoration in the eyes of those teenagers, but he also saw the parents who were protecting their children.

Before that, he was full of confidence in his future. To be able to coach a team in a giant like Real Madrid, even if it was only a junior B team under the age of 13, for him, that was a brilliant stroke in his resume. . No matter where he goes in the future, his qualifications cannot be ignored.

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

But now, he was thrown high, and when he fell, he found that the people below had disappeared, so he fell firmly on the hard and cold ground.

The ass was broken, and the dream was woken up.

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In fact, Jesús Garcia was also very scared after he uttered harsh words. He was worried that the damn Chinese lunatic would also punch him—since he dared to hit a club director in front of his face, he would beat himself as a migrant worker. Isn't it by the way?

But in front of this Chinese coach, his unique pride as the deputy director of Real Madrid's youth training and youth affairs department made it impossible for him to show a little timidity to this Chinese.

So he can only hold on.

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

I was afraid that the opponent would suddenly punch me, and then I would fall to the ground and howl like poor Miguel... By the way, how many times has Miguel rolled?

He is actually quite strange. When the Chinese coach came to apply for the coach of the Real Madrid youth team, he knew him because he was the first Chinese in Chamartin. In his impression, Chang Sheng is a gentle person, always smiling, hard-working and silent, completely different from the lunatic who looks like a barbarian in front of him now...

What happened to him? What made him so furious?

Garcia was puzzled.

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

Garcia felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.

But Chang Sheng didn't hit him.

Instead, he spat a mouthful of phlegm at his feet.

"Fuck! You will regret it, grandson!" Chang Sheng raised his middle finger towards Garcia, and also raised his middle finger towards the Real Madrid team emblem on the chest of the deputy director's suit.

After speaking, he turned around and strode out of the crowd of onlookers.

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