At the end of the afternoon, the players returned to the dressing room, where they showered, changed and went home.

Leon was discussing the afternoon training with his two assistants.

To be honest, he was not very satisfied with the results of the afternoon training, but he also knew that there was no way to do it, and the team really trained according to the tactics he requested, and this was the only afternoon.

It's just that the time left for him is too short, and tomorrow afternoon, they will have a league game at this training stadium against the Orrense team.

Now, to Leon's comfort, this opponent is not very strong, and Sporting Gijón B have a poor record this season, winning only a handful of games, including this Ollense team, who won 1-0 away from home.

When that Osvaldo led the team, he was able to win against Orlense away, and he led the team himself, or played at home, so he had to be better than that Osvaldo. Leon pondered in his heart...... That's right, he despises and looks down on his predecessor, and Sporting Gijón B has a record of two wins, three draws and twelve defeats in the Spanish C1 league, ranking second from the bottom, and with the strength of a reserve team of an old La B team, this ranking really shouldn't be. Of course, what makes Leon look down on this predecessor the most is his special care policy for Parada, which shows that the level and pattern of this coach and his vision are very average. A truly competent coach may also favor talented players, but in team training, he will treat all players equally.

Leon rushed to his office, he wanted to see the video, it was a training video this afternoon, which he asked the assistant coach Parler to record, Leon wanted to look at it, analyze it, and find out some problems for later improvement.

Francisco José Parada changed in the locker room and he walked towards the gates of the Maleo training base.

This genius young man seemed to have a lot on his mind.

He was a little confused, or rather confused.

On the one hand, I was surprised that Li Ang actually returned to the training ground as if nothing happened, and it seemed that this person's position as a head coach was still solid?

There is also a fear in Parada's heart, he is a little afraid of Leon, and he is a little afraid of this coach who 'has no love' for him as a talented player.

From the bottom of his heart, he thought that his father was right, and the Chinese coach should be kicked out.

However, in this afternoon's training, although the Chinese coach asked other players to be as strict with him as yesterday in training, Li Ang's tactical arrangement still uses him Parada as the core of the attack, and even attaches more importance to him than before.

Again, this left Parada a a little confused.

He kind of thinks this coach is not bad.

So, he was a little confused.

How to put it, Francisco José Parada is just a young player of only eighteen years old, not very bad in essence, or more directly stated, this is just a spoiled big boy, who has been overindulged by these pampering and arrogant, to the point of being perverse and conceited.

According to the normal journey of life, for Francisco José Parada, this is the price of growth, the bumps in the road ahead, he will fall, and then there are two development arrows, one is to fall and get up, and learn the lessons and move on, and the other may be to fall, and there will be no development in the future.

Of course, looking at the future in Leon's memory, the biggest possible development of this young talent of Sporting Gijón is the latter.

Back at home, Parada's father, the elder Parada, immediately came over and hugged his son, patted him on the shoulder, and asked him how he was doing at Mareo today. Of course, old Parada was also concerned about the situation of the Chinese.

"Son, how's it going? That Chinese was kicked out of the team. Old Parada asked with a belch.

"Nope. Little Parada said.

"What? no?!" asked old Parada, who immediately blew up, flattened the can and tossed it aside, and asked menacingly.

Francisco José Parada told his father about the afternoon.

"You mean, that Chinese showed up at the training ground in the afternoon, arranged training, and moreover, he paid a lot of attention to you during training?" asked the elder Parada.

"Yes, Dad. Little Parada nodded.

"Hahaha. Old Parada opened another can of beer, took a big sip, wiped his mouth, and shouted proudly, "Ha, that Chinese, is he scared? He begged for mercy? haha, he is courting us in such a way, son!"

"Dad-" Little Parada tried to say that Leon was still him in training, even more so than yesterday.

However, his triumphant dad didn't give him a chance to speak.

"Damn the Chinese guys!" old Parada cried triumphantly, "he must have regretted it now!

"Dad—"

"Son, don't worry. Old Parada waved his hand and interrupted what his son was about to say, "I will not forgive this bastard! He dares to treat a genius like my son like that! He dares to be rude to me! This Chinese! Chinese are so disgusting!"

"Dad, I don't think he's ......," little Parada said.

"Don't worry, son, dad won't let him go! Now beg for mercy, show favor, it's late! Chinese shouldn't have anything to do with football, do they understand football? Do you know son, your dad is driving away a parallel coach for Sporting Gijón! They also want to thank me. ”

"Dad, I think that if he still values me and everything is the same as before, we should not ......" Francisco José Parada didn't know how he could have said this.

Then, he was educated by his own father.

"Shut up, son!" said old Parada drunkenly, "You must know that Daddy is all for your good! Don't be soft-hearted, is that Chinese begging you to forgive him?

Little Parada immediately shook his head, and the face of Leon came to his mind, the one that roared and looked serious on the sidelines, and he knew at first glance that it was very difficult to mess with...... He subconsciously shook his head, how could such a person ......

The kid was completely frightened by Leon and had a shadow.

"Then don't be a fool, son. "You remember, son, you are a genius! You are the most talented player in Spain! Your future will be as great as Maradona's! You must be aware of your own abilities! You must be strict about this! You have to use this to put pressure on the team! Let them understand that you are angry, let them understand that a genius should be valued!"

"Dad, that Chinese......"

"What do you care about him? Ignore it! That bastard must get out! This is the price he should pay for offending our father and son!" Old Parada patted his son on the shoulder, "Don't pay attention to that poor Chinese, he brought it on himself." I'm not going to let him go, that bastard must be in a state of flux right now, and he'll regret offending us!

"Son, you are a genius!" Mr. Ter Stegen Quiaregett Jose Parada patted his genius son on the shoulder, "Son, remember, you have to perform well in tomorrow's game, I have already asked Real Madrid's scouts to watch your game tomorrow! Remember, son, a small team like Sporting Gijón is not worthy of you at all, only a giant like Real Madrid is your stage!"

"Son, you're a genius, you have to know that. ”

"And I, I'm the father of genius!"

Mr. Terstegen Quiaregett José Parada looked at his son dotingly and said with a proud face.

PS: My body is much better, tomorrow is the fourth watch, it is necessary! Everyone's forgiveness. I hope you will support you.