Xavi Gladro was still shouting and lashing out, and the rest of the fans around him were heckling.

Then these people saw a man coming over!

Leon stood in front of the most powerful people who were clamoring like this.

He looked at these people coldly, he didn't say a word, his expression was cold.

These people were taken aback by him, and then they were angry, there were so many of them, they were actually frightened by one person, and this person was the same Chinese they had been lashing out!

Javi Gradero as the leader, he walked forward and looked at Leon, he wanted to see what this Chinese wanted to do?

Fight?

Ha, they're really not afraid!

Moreover, as long as this Chinese dares to make a move, he will be finished! The head coach who does it to the fans? is absolutely ugly!

"Finished?" asked Leon coldly, "Go on! Why don't you continue?!"

"What are you going to do?!" Javi Gradro showed no signs of weakness.

"What do I do?" laughed Leon, pointing at Javi Gladero's nose and moving his fingers to the other ones!

"You've insulted my players! Now, you're ****** asking me what I'm doing!" Leon roared.

Hearing Li Ang's foul language, these fans were angry, they have never been the only ones who scolded others, when did the coach dare to be so arrogant in front of them.

"Bastard!"

"Will you try to scold again?"

These people were in an uproar.

Xavi Gradro waved his hand and the others quieted down, and it was clear that the man's prestige among the fans was high.

Very good, you're what I'm looking for! Leon stared at this man!

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"Originally, you scolded me and attacked me! I don't care! I don't know as much as you!" Li Ang's words caused a commotion among the fans, but he gave him a cold look, "Shut up! I haven't finished my words yet!"

These people really shut up!

Javi Gradero suddenly felt very frustrated and unimposing, and he found that this Chinese had actually suppressed the momentum of their gang, and he was about to speak.

Leon continued, "The last thing you should have, the last thing you should do is to shoot at my players!

"Who are they?" Leon didn't give the gang a chance to speak, he raised his voice sharply, he turned around, and pointed to the players not far behind him!

The players were completely dumbfounded, they looked at their manager, and just rushed in front of the fans with teeth and claws, just such a person, against that gang!

What the coach said, they all heard it clearly!

Assistant coaches Fernandez and Parler were terrified, no matter what happened, as long as Leon and the fans clashed, Leon was finished, and the only choice the club made was to kick Leon out!

"Oh no," said Paller, "I'm going to stop him!"

"Wait a minute. Fernandez said, looking at his colleague who was alone against a group of fans, "Look—"

Parler looked over and saw Leon wave his hand angrily, and the fans were so frightened by his actions that they took a step back.

Take a step back!

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"Who are they?" shouted Leon, "they are Sporting Gijón players!"

"You only have Parada in your eyes! Only Parada! But you have forgotten what a team is! The team is a whole! Without them, what is Parada? Without their efforts, without their sweat on the field, without them helping Parada block the opponent's attack, without their strategy and cover, without their hard work, what is Parada?!"

"Who are they?! They are ordinary, and their talents may not be as good as those of Parada, but, in my eyes, they are just as precious, just as praiseworthy!"

"Javier!" Leon shouted as he beckoned to Javier Blanco.

The latter's eyes were red and he was a little overwhelmed, but he still came over obediently.

"Stand up, your waist straight!" Leon patted Javier on the shoulder, who immediately straightened up and stood straight.

"Javier Blanco!" Leon said, pointing to his players, "Eighteen years old, from Gijón Cristo Street, his grandfather is from Gijón, his father is from Gijón, their whole family is from Gijón!

"Javier Blanco, who came to Mareo at the age of twelve, is here, where his roots are, where his love for football is, where he is, who is Gijón!"

"I'm a new coach, but I also know the history of this club, the Red and White Army! Twenty years, at the greatest time, Real Madrid and Barcelona didn't dare to be arrogant here! What does it depend on? It depends on countless children like Blanco, who are the roots of Gijón! They are willing to give everything for this team!"

"Javier!" Leon shouted violently.

"Here!" Javier Blanco shouted, his voice choked up, and the kid was already in tears by this time!

"Tell me, what is your biggest dream!" asked Leon exclaimed.

"I've had a dream since I was a child!" Blanco choked up, raised his head, and said loudly, "My biggest dream is to one day, to be able to enter the first team, to be able to be able to wear the Stade Molinon, to be able to wear the jersey of Gijón, to play for Gijón at the Molinon Stadium! I love Athletic Gijón, I am willing to play for him! Give all my youth for him!"

After saying this, Blanco cried, crying very hard. The grievances he received just now, and the coach's words of gratitude, made the child's emotions almost out of control!

"Good!" Leon nodded.

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"Manuel Pastel!" Leon called out another player's name.

"Here!" Pastere, the tall goalkeeper, replied with a blushing face, which was agitated, and the kid straightened his back and stood beside the coach.

"Manuel Pastel!" said Leon, pointing to the disciple beside him, "Nineteen years old, from Gijon Longtello, his father was a carpenter, and his grandfather was a carpenter!

"Manuel!tell me, why are you here?!"

"My grandfather was a Gijón fan, and until he died, he was! His room was full of scarves and souvenirs from all ages!" Pastelle's eyes moistened, "When I was very young, my grandfather took me to the Molinon Stadium to watch the game, and my grandfather always had a dream, our family could produce a Gijón player! From that time on, I said to myself, I want to work hard! I want to fulfill my grandfather's wish! I want to guard the goal for Gijón, I want to guard the goal of Gijón! I want to make my grandfather proud of me!" His grandson has been working hard!

Thinking of his deceased grandfather, the big boy could no longer suppress his emotions and cried.

Leon stared at the group of people, gritted his teeth, and said, "Do you want me to name them one by one?"

"Do you want me to continue the roll call?"

No one answered, and the group was completely silent!

"Ruben Kwa Asadha!"

"Here!"

"Pablo Santos!"

"Here!"

"Victor Perez!"

"Here!"

Several of the players he continued to name strode forward and stood beside the coach. The boys were excited, their chests puffed up, their heads held high!

"They are the roots of Gijón! They are the backbone of Gijón!" said Li Ang loudly, "They are all good guys who are willing to dedicate their youth and sweat to Gijón!"

"They love it! They sweat and weep on this field! They fall and get up! They keep fighting!"

"They're all good!"

All the players came, and the unnamed ones came! They proudly stood by the coach's side.

"I don't care if you question me or humiliate me!" Leon said coldly, "but—"

"You guys!" Leon pointed at the group of fans, "you bastards! what right do you have to humiliate them?!"

"What qualifications do you have to do that?"

"Answer me!" Li Ang roared, his eyes furious!

PS: Second update. For Yuehua's Udon Alliance, add more 2.