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When Real Madrid's director, Miguel Parales Pocellino Castro Hernandez, found out that he had been tricked by that bastard, he rushed to the front of the stands in a rage, grabbing the railing and yelling at the back of the man crouched down below.

"** Constipation! How long are you going to squat on the ground?! Be careful to pull in your crotch! Damn idiot! Put on my son! Put on Diego! Do you hear that?! Heard-to-no-have-?! Damn it! You're deaf, aren't you? Don't pretend to be a turtle with a shrunken head! If it's a man, stand up for me! Is there a kind of not letting my son play, not accepting my anger! Come on, come on! Come face to face with me! I'm going to beat you idiot! Don't beg me for mercy when you're lying on the ground! ”

He didn't care at all that Real Madrid Junior B had a two-goal lead and didn't need his great talent Diego to break the deadlock.

Chang Sheng, who heard the duck's call, only felt that the green tendons on his forehead were rising, and the grass stems in his mouth were all bitten off.

In exasperation, he spat out the remnants of his mouth, then pulled a stick from the turf and held it in his mouth.

Then he decided to turn a deaf ear to the duck bark behind him.

So everyone can hear a fat man who is full of energy pointing at the coach of Real Madrid's junior B team and scolding non-stop, and all kinds of Spanish national scoldings pop out of his mouth, how ugly and ugly those words are.

For a while, he became the most eye-catching guy, and everyone turned their heads to look at him, and his limelight even overwhelmed the game on the field. Even the young players on the pitch can't help but stop and look to the sidelines, not understanding what is happening.

Chang Sheng frowned when he saw this scene, he had to get up from the ground again, and then shouted at the little players on his side in the voice of the fat duck, telling them to concentrate and not focus on the off-field. A two-goal lead is not a safe score either.

At the same time, he was even more unhappy with the dead fat duck behind him who interfered with the normal order of the game.

He clenched his fists.

Don't fucking give me an inch, bastard!

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Until the end of the first half, Miguel director's son Diego was not replaced by the damn coach, but instead ran back and forth on the sidelines for thirty minutes. As the players on the bench began to walk towards the locker room, Diego dragged behind the crowd, and as he passed a box of mineral water bottles, an unhappy Diego flew up and kicked on the box of mineral water bottles.

With a bang, he didn't kick the box, just made a muffled sound.

But he managed to attract everyone's attention, including the head coach of the junior B team, Chang Sheng.

Sensing that Chang Sheng was staring at him, the boy, who felt as good as his father, raised his head and glared back through his nostrils.

With his father backing him, he is really not afraid of such a junior B team head coach. Who is his dad? His dad is a director of the club!

If that coach dares to do anything to him, he can guarantee that his father will have a way to get him out of Chamartin's training base! So he's even expecting that damn idiot to do something to himself so his dad has an excuse......

But he didn't wait for the head coach's Thunder Fury, or strictly speaking, he didn't wait for anything.

When he finally realized that something was wrong and gave up posing again, he saw that the coaches were gone. There were some teammates around him, who were looking at him with a kind of neurotic look, and he glared back unhappily: "What are you looking at?!" ”

The teammates quickly turned around and walked away.

Diego was left alone, maddened with rage.

Dare to love his style, all of which are put in the air!

This made him angry, but he definitely didn't dare to just turn around and leave, not follow the team to the locker room. Because it means he didn't even get a chance to come off the bench in the second half.

But if he followed him back to the locker room, he would always feel that he was showing weakness, would it give those people a feeling that they were weak and bullied?

The boy under the age of thirteen hesitated.

It was at this time that his hand was grabbed by a large hand.

"Come with me, son!"

"Where's it going, Daddy?" The boy struggled, he couldn't figure out where his father was going to take him.

"Go find that idiot coach!"

With that, Director Miguel dragged his son and rushed murderously to the locker room of the junior B team.

Then he pushed the unlocked locker room door with both palms.

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In the dressing room, Chang Sheng looked at his group of players in white Real Madrid jerseys, and felt a sense of pride - although it was just a group of children at most thirteen years old, it was also a regular Real Madrid team, wasn't it? Lao Tzu was just a fan in his previous life, who would have thought that he would have the opportunity to coach Real Madrid's team!

Lao Tzu didn't wear it in vain this time...... If this is a high-speed person on the forum, it must not scare them to pee!

After being proud, Chang Sheng thought about what he should do at this time as a head coach...... By the way, it's an analysis game. Write and draw on the tactical board, foaming at the mouth, and look very professional!

So he planned to analyze the first half of the game with the children.

In fact, there is nothing to analyze, the young players performed well in the first half, and the team took a two-goal lead in the first half, just looking at this scoreline, it can tell the story.

At this time, as long as you praise them at halftime, you can do it.

Yes, he coached a group of children who were not yet thirteen years old. What is the most important thing for a child? Naturally, it's praise!

Any child is born with a desire to be praised.

Chang Sheng didn't like to study when he was a child, so his academic performance was very poor, and his parents used to worry about whether he didn't have a high IQ. But in fact, no, the reason why he doesn't like to study is that his primary school homeroom teacher always likes to criticize him, using him as a negative example, all kinds of cynicism, for Chang Sheng, who is only a few years old, is commonplace.

What kid can endure such a long-term blow?

Therefore, Chang Sheng disliked learning more and more, and later simply gave up on himself. Don't you dislike me? Then I'll be angry with you on purpose! Mess with you!

Therefore, Chang Sheng is the naughtiest student in their class, who has been fighting with people since he was a child, and has a stubborn personality that makes people headaches. Naturally, he didn't get into trouble with his homeroom teacher, because of him, the homeroom teacher was not less deducted bonuses. In turn, the head teacher hated him even more, and even more sarcastic and insulting often won.

In this way, it became a vicious circle, and the two sides were completely connected in a few years of elementary school.

Later, until he graduated from college, Chang Sheng never forgot the homeroom teacher who ruined his childhood - if it weren't for her, maybe he would be much more productive than he is now!

It is precisely because of this experience that Chang Sheng understands what is most important to the group of children in front of him.

They are not yet thirteen years old, that is, twelve years old at most.

Such a group of people, if placed in China, are primary school students, the same as Chang Sheng at the beginning.

He cleared his throat, about to say something of praise to the anticipating children.

Just then, he heard a loud bang at the door behind him.

He looked back and saw the fat duck arrogantly breaking into the locker room with his proud little duckling.

Before everyone present could react, or everyone was frightened by the sudden appearance of Director Miguel's momentum, in short, Miguel rushed directly in front of Chang Sheng, and scolded him with a scolding on his face: "Are you deaf?" Bastard! Didn't I tell you that I was going to replace my son?! Do you know football? Are you Asian? How did you become the coach of Real Madrid's junior team? It seems that I need to ask the board to re-examine the current coaching ......"

But he didn't finish his sentence, because he had been elbowed to the neck by Chang Sheng.

Being pushed by Chang Sheng like this, he took two steps back and hit the wall, and the back of his head collided with the hard wall, making a loud bang, which made many young players can't help but scream - among them, Miguel's son Diego was the loudest and sharpest, and he must have thought that Chang Sheng would kill his father.

Then Director Miguel literally transforms into a duck - a duck that has been choked by the throat, and can only rattle but cannot speak.

Even Gonzalez, a colleague of Chang Sheng next to him, was frightened, and Chang Sheng's movements were faster than he imagined. Before he could react, everything happened irreversibly.

"Shut up, fat pig!" Chang Sheng, who put his arm against Miguel's neck, shouted angrily.

He'd put up with this bastard for a full thirty-five minutes - this damn duck was quacking and quacking right behind him from the fifth minute of the first half. Later, he even intensified his scolding of all unpleasant words.

He Changsheng has never been a good-tempered person, and he has not endured such insults for so long, and those who dare to do so have already been beaten down by him for the first time, just like the manager of the advertising agency he worked for.

Previously, he focused on the big picture and single-mindedly commanded the game. After all, it was his first game in charge, and he wanted to make himself appear to be a good manager, not just a hobbyist. For this, he endured until now. I didn't expect this damn Spanish duck to mistakenly understand the meaning of his patience, thinking that he was afraid of him, and now he simply broke into the locker room and continued to insult him in front of so many children. If he can endure it at this time, then he won't be a man!

So he made a brazen move.

"Do you know what this place is? This is the locker room! Who the allowed you in? Still yelling in front of me? I'm the head coach here, how old are you? I'm telling you, I'm the only one who can yell here! Now you get out of here! Right away! Chang Sheng scolded and pointed to the open locker room door.

After giving the eviction order, Chang Sheng let go of his elbow and turned to leave.

Miguel slid down the wall with his neck clutched, and after coughing a few times, he screamed in exasperation, "You're dead, yellow-skinned monkey!" You're dead! You don't want to continue working at the Chamartin training base......"

Hearing this, Gonzalez next to him showed an unbearable expression. He felt that his job of winning was lost......

Miguel's words were still not finished, when he saw Chang Sheng, who was originally facing away from him, suddenly turned, followed by his fist.

In the next second, his eyes went black, and he was smashed by Chang Sheng's fist.

Hit in the cheek, he fell to the ground, his nosebleed flying in the air, and he pulled out a color drill.

No one screamed this time, as everyone was stunned.

The high Chang Sheng shook off the hand that smashed people. "It's time for you to lose weight, dead fat pig."

Then, under everyone's shocked gaze, Chang Sheng dragged the fat pig out of the locker room again, and then kicked the door shut.

After doing this, he clapped his hands and smiled at the stunned young players: "Okay, boys, you did a great first half, I'm so proud of you......"

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ps, tomorrow Monday, I want to grab the position on the recommended vote list, so it's still three more outbreaks.

The first one is still at zero o'clock like that day, so don't forget to vote after reading it!

This book is also going to compete for the monthly recommendation list!

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