"My son is a genius!" Alfonso Morata said angrily.

The father is now almost out of rage, he brought his son to Real Madrid for a trial, but the coach of Real Madrid's under-13 junior A team just let his son take the ball to a few sprints, then practiced a few shots, and waved them away.

This is completely perfunctory, and there is no opportunity for his son to show his talent at all. Alvaro Morata's father immediately realised that he had not given his son a chance to try out normally and fairly.

"Genius?" Real Madrid's under-thirteen junior A-team coach Perez squinted at the somewhat timid child, "Haha, he said his son is a genius?"

Several of the staff members around laughed. Of course, there are also people who feel unbearable and think that Perez is too much to do.

"Bastard! I said that my son is a genius, that he is recognized as a footballing talent. Morata's father's eyes were red, and he glanced quietly at his son, the poor child who was so ridiculed that his whole head drooped, and his little face was stained with tears.

"It's not a genius, it's not you who have the final say!" Perez sighed, "It's up to us! He waved his hand and laughed contemptuously, like a wave to drive away pesky flies.

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Alfonso Morata went berserk, his son is his heart, his heart and soul, a child who is already a little lacking in self-confidence, is treated with such humiliation, this is the cruelest thing for a child.

"Bastard!" Morata's father rushed up to give the manager of Real Madrid's junior A-team under the age of thirteen an old punch in the face, and then he was hugged by the rest of the staff.

"Security!security!" Perez was startled, the big man in front of him who was 190 centimeters tall brought him great fear, he thought that he was almost beaten, and the whole person screamed, "Come on, security, yes, call the police!"

The assistant coach next to him, Kadredek, couldn't stand it anymore, and came over and said, "Just ask me out, you don't have to call the police." As he spoke, he lowered his voice and said to Perez, "If this matter is messed up......

Perez glared at Kadradek fiercely, understanding what the other party meant, this matter was basically their problem, because with Candelalia's instructions, they didn't give this kid a fair chance to try out at all, but humiliated the other party...... If it is clear that the carriage has been lifted and a child who has come to the trial is treated like this, it will definitely be a scandal for Real Madrid.

Perez waved his hand and motioned for security guards to drag the father and son out.

"Let go, let go!" shouted Morata's father, who had been set up by several men.

"Don't hurt my dad. Little Morata cried, looking particularly helpless on the sidelines.

"Son!"

"Dad!"

Little Morata suddenly rushed up and gave a punch to a security guard. The latter is going to fight back.

"Assistant!" Seeing that the other party actually intended to do something to a child, Morata's father shouted angrily, "Let's go by ourselves!

He broke free of the pull, came up and hugged his son, touched his son's head, and then took his son's hand.

"Son, look up!" Morata yelled his father.

Morata Jr. looked up, and as far as he could see, it was the coaches and staff of Real Madrid: Perez was sneering, and several other people were watching from the sidelines, but some did not dare to make eye contact with the child.

"Remember, son!" said Morata's father to his son, "remember what the gentleman said? You are a genius, remember, you are a genius!

Little Morata was silent, watching it all.

"Remember, remember what happened today. He touched his son's head, looked at the crowd, and pointed his finger over, "You're going to regret it!"

"My son is a genius! You're going to regret what you've done today!"

As he spoke, the father took his sad and silent son by the hand, turned around and left.

These people in Real Madrid looked at the backs of the father and son, and there was some silence for a while.

"Hah, let Real Madrid regret it?" said one of them, sneering, "and how dare they say it." ”

Kadredek glanced at this man, snorted coldly, and said to head coach Perez, "We have gone too far in this matter! This is not what a club like Real Madrid should do! I am ashamed!"

With that, he chased after him, and he felt the need to apologize to the father and son.

This is a father and son who yearn for Real Madrid, and the child is still wearing a Real Madrid jersey, but he is treated like this, which really shouldn't be.

Kadredek chased him out, but did not see the father and son.

He let out a long sigh. Roared angrily.

Damn Candelalia, as well as youth director Rodriguez, it's all because of these people, and now Real Madrid's youth department is in a miasma.

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At the gate of Chamartin's base, the doorman looked at the embarrassed father and son with some surprise.

"Dad, it's me who is not good, I have wronged you. Morata, who had been somewhat silent, suddenly said, "If I had behaved well, you wouldn't have ......"

"No, son. Morata put his arm around his son's shoulder, "You're doing a great job, you're good, really." It's that they don't have an eye and you're great!"

Father and son walked slowly, side by side.

"Dad. ”

"Yes, son. ”

"I really want to do well today, Dad. ”

"Son, I know, you're great. ”

Morata Jr. was silent again.

"Son, I'll call and call for a taxi. Morata's father pulled out his phone and summoned a booked taxi.

Little Morata stood on the side of the road, turning his head to see that the gate of Chamartin's base was faintly visible, the gate was open, but it was tightly closed in the child's heart.

After making the phone call, looking back and seeing this scene, Morata's father felt a pain in his heart.

He walked over, "Son, you have to keep your head up! You have to believe in yourself, they have no eyes! But, someone appreciates you, have you forgotten?" Alfonso Morata just wanted to comfort his son, but at this time he remembered Leon and immediately found a lifesaver, he knew that he had to give his son confidence now, otherwise his son would be devastated by this blow, "Son, do you remember Lee? The coach of Sporting Gijón. ”

Hearing his father mention the name of the coach of Sporting Gijón, Morata glanced up at his father and nodded.

"Remember what he said?" Morata's father looked at his son, his eyes and voice conveyed confidence, "He said you are a genius, he said you have a pair of goals like a pair of feet!"

Morata Jr. looked at his feet, he is a genius?!Is this a pair of goals like a pair of feet?!

The kid was at a loss. Today's blow, so humiliated by Real Madrid's coach, is an almost cruel blow to this child.

"Son, what do you think of Lee, is he a good coach?" Morata asked suddenly.

Morata Jr. hesitated, then nodded.

Alfonso Morata took a deep breath.

He patted his son on the shoulder.

"Let's go, son. ”

"Where, Dad?"

"Let's go back and clean up. Morata's father looked at the taxi coming by, "Then, let's go to Gijón!"

"Get in the car, son. Morata's father shouted.

The father and son got into the car, and the father gave the address to the taxi driver.

The car turned around and drove away.

Little Morata looked back and saw that Chamartin's base was far away, and finally out of sight.

His ears were echoed by his father's voice: Go to Gijón!

Go to Gijón!

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