Chapter 4: You will regret it!

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Miguel, who was lying outside the door, was woken up by his son. He felt that the corner of his mouth was warm. He rubbed and wiped his blood.
Thinking of the humiliation he suffered just now, he was furious.
As a child's father and a successful high-class person, he was insulted by a humble yellow man in front of his son!
He couldn't swallow it anyway.
He struggled to get up from the ground-not because of how hard Chang Sheng played, but because he was too fat.
He is going to find a big director, he must let this lose his job! Of course, if this is willing to kneel on the ground, lick his toes, and promise to let his son play every game, then he should not consider considering returning him as an ordinary youth team coach. ...
The son stared at the father with a nose full of nosebleeds, and walked away in front of him without saying a word, without even saying hello, he didn't respond. Things seemed to be fast-forwarding, one scene after another, and his father was still beaten by the terrible yellow man in the dressing room. In the next scene, his father climbed up from the ground and walked so quietly ... …What's happening here? Because of his undeveloped brain, some of them 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 trot all the way to catch up with his dad and left the stadium with him.
Chang Sheng smiled and praised the young players in the locker room, and gave his time to his colleague Gonzalez.
But obviously the little players are a little absent-minded.
Not only small players, but also his colleague Gonzalez's reaction.
They always involuntarily glance at Chang Sheng standing in the corner of the dressing room.
Gonzalez was worried about Chang Sheng, and at the same time felt incredible-how can he be so calm after playing the director of Miguel? Doesn't he know the energy of Miguel's directors? Although he is a small director, they also have their own connections. Isn't it easy to engage you as a small coach?
The little players think-wow! The coach was so handsome just now! Very cool! It turns out that our new head coach is such a character!
Under their constant attention, Chang Sheng still didn't change his face.
For him, the director Miguel repeatedly provoked his authority, and he had tolerated enough, thinking about the overall situation ... what would have helped him to arrogant, let him directly into the locker room Lesson yourself.
The dressing room is a very sacred place, this is his private territory. The head coach protects the locker room, just like the lion king protects his territory. It is very combative.
This time and again he provokes himself, giving shameless sluts, and beats them.
Even the club chairman can't break into the locker room, let alone a district director! Damn it is small!
Defending your authority and the constant victory in the dressing room doesn't feel like you've done something wrong, and naturally there is no uneasiness.
He waited so calmly until the second half began.
There is no suspense in the second half of the game, Real Madrid Junior B team strength is much higher than the opponent.
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.
The results of La Masia ’s youth training were mainly supplied to the Barcelona first team.
The results of Real Madrid's youth training are spread out all over La Liga.
In each echelon, Real Madrid's teams are strong contenders for youth league and junior league championships at all levels.
In the end, Real Madrid's junior B team under the age of 13 with their strong strength, defeated the visiting Compostela Junior B team 4: 1.
Winning this game made the head coach's constant victory a good mood. This is, after all, the first game he directed. Although it was only a children's game, it was also a regular game.
Moreover, the deadlock was broken in this game because he made the right decision, which allowed Victor Andres to strengthen the long shot. So after seeing the young players with happy smiles on their faces after the game, he was quite fulfilled.
He now believes that as long as he can solve the training problem, he will become an excellent head coach.
Today, he is only 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 greeted the players to his side and asked him, "How does it feel to win, kids?"
"well!"
"Great!"
"Excellent!"
"Fantastic!"
A group of young players responded scramblingly.
Chang Sheng's big wave: "Then you must always remember that football makes you happy, but victory makes you happier! Remember that only winners are eligible to enjoy the happiness brought by football!"
His words caused cheers from the young players.
Victor Andres shouted louder, because at this moment he really realized why the coach said that victory is the tradition of Real Madrid.
Looking at these cheering little players, Chang Sheng is full of confidence in his future.
He even believed that the door behind a new world had appeared before him, 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 had come back to his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him. He did not know who this person was, but a concept in his mind popped up automatically in the next second.
Jesus Garcia, deputy director of the Youth Affairs Department of the Real Madrid Youth Camp.
This Chang Sheng did not know him, but the last Chang Sheng knew him.
Jesus Garcia looked serious, and behind him stood the fat duck and his son. The blood on the fat duck's face was gone, and instead he smiled proudly. However, there was still some redness and swelling on his nose, and one side of his cheek was obviously swollen. This is the commemoration that Chang Sheng ’s punch left him-even if he is fat, he ca n’t hide this. It can be seen that Chang Sheng ’s punch just now How ruthless.
"Often, now I regret to inform you that you have been fired." Garcia, deputy director of the Department of Youth Affairs, said coldly to Chang Sheng.
After hearing this sentence, Chang Sheng froze for a moment.
Before he could react, the fat duck standing next to Garcia noisy: "I said you are dead! You are dead! If you are willing to kneel down and beg me, I am not incapable of thinking about it anymore. Give you a chance, yellow monkey, kneel down and lick my feet ... "
He didn't finish his words, because he was knocked on the ground by Chang Sheng again ... The nosebleed that had just stopped just started to irresistibly, and this time it might not be so good, the bone of the nose is estimated They all broke, because just now, everyone seemed to hear the sound of something breaking.
He lay on the floor and tumbled, howling, spraying his nosebleed everywhere.
There was a burst of cheering from the teenagers around, but soon these cheering teenagers were covered by their parents' mouths-they saw that the Chinese would definitely not be able to stay in Chamartin, but their children still To play football here is not a wise move to offend a director. Children may not be aware of this, and parents cannot be ambiguous.
Garcia's cold face showed a surprised look.
"I lick your mother! Dead fat pig!" Chang Sheng retracted his arm with his fist clenched, and said fiercely to Miguel who wailed and screamed on the ground, then he turned to look at Garcia.
"Do you judge the level of a Real Madrid coach based on the softness of his knees or his leadership performance?" He asked.
Garcia regained his face: "Real Madrid can't get you to the point, Chinese."
An arrogant look really fits the qualities of Real Madrid's giant team. It's just this face that makes Chang Sheng feel sick.
Of course he could punch the long face of this Spaniard. Anyway, he had beaten a director twice, and once beaten a part-time job was not a big deal.
But he was not interested in doing so.
He looked around.
He couldn't see the light of worship in the eyes of the teenagers, but he also saw the parents who were protecting his children.
Before, he was also full of confidence in his future. In a giant like Real Madrid, he can coach a team, even if it is only a junior B team under the age of 13, for him, it is also a brilliant sum on his resume. . No matter where he goes in the future, it will be 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 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 buttocks were broken, and the dream fell awake.
In fact, Jesús García was also very scared after releasing the cruel words. He was worried that the Chinese maniac would also punch him-since he dare to hit a club director in his own face, then beat himself up Is n’t that incidental?
But in front of this Chinese coach, his unique pride of being the deputy director of the Youth Affairs Department of Youth Training at Real Madrid made it impossible for him to show a trace of timidity to this Chinese.
So he can only hold on hard.
The Chinese has been silent, and he has always been worried.
I was afraid that the opponent would suddenly punch, and then like the poor Miguel, fell to the ground and howl ... How many times has Miguel rolled this?
He is actually quite strange. When the Chinese coach came to apply for the coach of the Real Madrid Junior Team, he knew him because he was the first Chinese from Chamartin. In his impression, Chang Sheng is a gentle person, always smiling, diligent and silent, unlike the madman who is like a barbarian now ...
What happened to him? What makes him so angry?
Garcia is puzzled.
Slightly distracted, Chang Sheng has raised his head again.
Garcia was facing an enemy, muscles all over her body tightened.
But Chang Sheng didn't beat him.
Instead, a spit came to his feet.
"Fuck! You will regret it, grandson!" Chang Sheng raised his towards Garcia, and his Real Madrid team emblem on the chest of the deputy director.
Having finished speaking, he turned and strode out of the crowd.
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