The director of Real Madrid finally reflected it.

Chapter two: You should lose weight, fat pig!

When Miguel Parrales Celino Castro Hernandez, director of Real Madrid Club, found out that he had been played by that bastard, he rushed to the front of the stands angrily, grabbed the railing and rushed to the face of the man who had squatted down again, yelling at his back.

His mama constipation! How much longer are you going to squat? ! Be careful to shit in your crotch! Damn it, idiot! My son! Diego! Do you hear me? ! Listentonohave? ! Mom! You’re deaf, right? Don’t pretend to be a coward! Get up if it’s a man! Don’t let my children play and accept my anger! Come on, come on! Come face to face with me! Always beat you up, you idiot! Don’t ask me for mercy when you lie down!

He doesn’t need Diego, his great genius, to break the deadlock, regardless of the fact that Real Madrid junior B team has already achieved a twogoal lead.

Hearing this duck barking, Changsheng felt the veins stood out on his forehead and the grass stalks in his mouth were bitten off by him.

He spit out the residual part of his mouth in anger and then pulled a piece from the turf again.

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

So everyone can hear a neutral and fat coach pointing at Real Madrid’s junior B team swearing, and all kinds of Spanish national abuse pop out of his mouth, and those words are as ugly as they are

At one time, he became the most attractive guy, and everyone turned to see him. He was so popular that even the small players on the court couldn’t help but stop to look at the sidelines and wonder what had happened.

Changsheng frowned when he saw this scene, and he had to get up from the ground again and yell at the little players on his side with that fat duck voice, so that they wouldn’t concentrate on the field. A twogoal lead is not an insurance score.

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

He clenched his fist.

Don’t fucking push your luck, asshole!

……

Until the end of the halftime, Miguel director Diego was not changed by the damn coach, but kept running back and forth for 30 minutes on the sidelines. When the bench players started to walk to the dressing room, Diego dragged the crowd and passed a box of mineral water bottles, but he was unhappy. Diego flew up and kicked the mineral water bottle box.

Banghe didn’t kick the box, it was just a muffled sound.

But he succeeded in attracting everyone’s attention, including the junior B team coach Chang Sheng.

I found Chang Sheng staring at him, feeling as good as his father. I raised my head and nose and stared back.

With his father’s support, he is really not afraid of such a mere junior B team coach. Who is his father? His father is a club director!

If that coach dares to do anything to him, he can guarantee that his father will find a way to get him out of Chammartin training base! So he is looking forward to what that damn fool will do to himself so that his father can have an excuse …

But he didn’t wait for the manager to be furious or, strictly speaking, he didn’t wait for anything.

After he finally found out that something was wrong and gave up posing, he didn’t see that the coaches were all gone, and some teammates around him were looking at him with a kind of crazy eyes. He stared back angrily. What are you looking at? ！”

Those teammates hurriedly turned and walked away.

Leaving Diego alone was mad.

I dare to look at his modeling!

This made him angry, but he never dared to turn around and leave without following the team to the locker room, because it meant that he didn’t even have a chance to play as a substitute at halftime.

But if you follow him back to the locker room, it will always make him feel weak. Will it give those people a feeling that they are weak and can be bullied?

Teenagers under the age of thirteen hesitated.

At this time, his hand was caught by a big hand.

Come with me!

Where to, Dad? The teenager struggledhe couldn’t understand where his father was taking him.

Go find that idiot coach!

With that, director Miguel dragged his son and rushed to the dressing room of junior team B.

Then he pushed it with both hands and left the locker room door unlocked.

……

In the dressing room, Chang Sheng looks at his hands. This group of players wearing white real Madrid balls are filled with pridealthough they are a group of kids up to 13 years old, they are also regular real Madrid teams, aren’t they? I was a fan in my previous life. Who would have thought that I would have the opportunity to coach the Real Madrid team?

It’s not for nothing this time … If this is a highspeed forum, who can’t scare them?

After being proud, Chang Sheng thought about what a head coach should do at this time … By the way, it’s an analysis game. The tactical board is writing and drawing, and the mouth is foaming at the mouth. It looks professional!

So he plans to analyze half the games for the children.

There is really nothing to analyze. The little players did well at halftime, and the team scored two goals at halftime. Just look at this score and you can tell the problem.

At this time, you should praise them at halftime.

But he teaches a group of children under the age of thirteen. What is the most important thing for children? Naturally, it is praised!

A child is naturally eager to be praised.

Chang Sheng didn’t like learning when he was a child, and his academic performance was very poor. His parents used to worry about whether he had a low IQ, but it didn’t make him dislike learning. The reason is that his primary school class always likes to criticize him and take him as a negative example. All kinds of cynicism are commonplace for Chang Sheng, who is only a few years old.

Which child can stand such a long blow?

Therefore, Changsheng didn’t like learning more and more until he gave up on himself. Don’t you dislike me? Then I’ll be angry with you on purpose! Make trouble for you!

Therefore, Chang Sheng is the most naughty student in his class. He will fight with others since he was a child, and his stubborn personality will naturally make him a headache. Naturally, he will not get into trouble for his class leader and teacher, because his class leader and teacher will be deducted more bonuses. On the other hand, the class leader will hate him even more. Irony and abuse will always win.

In this way, it has become a vicious circle, and the primary schools of both sides have been completely smashed in a few years.

Later, until he graduated from college, Changsheng was obsessed with the teacher who ruined his childhoodif it weren’t for her, she might have made more progress than she did now!

It is precisely because of this experience that winning is very white. What is the most important thing for these children?

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

If such a group of people release China, they will be primary school students, just like Changsheng.

He clear his throat and was going to say something praise to these eager children.

Just then he heard a loud noise from the door behind him.

He turned around and saw that fat duck with his proud duckling arrogantly broke into the dressing room.

Before everyone could react, or everyone was frightened by the sudden appearance of director Miguel, always Miguel rushed directly to Chang Sheng’s face and swore, Are you deaf? Asshole! Didn’t I tell you to change my playground? ! Do you know anything about football? You’re an Asian? How did you coach Real Madrid’s junior team? It seems that it is necessary for me to let the board of directors reexamine a current coach’s information …

But he didn’t finish his words because he had been pushed to the neck by a winning elbow.

Pushed by Chang Sheng, he stepped back and hit the wall. The back of his head collided with the hard wall and made a loud bang, which made many small players scream uncontrollably. Miguel Diego was the loudest and sharpest. He must have killed his father by winning himself.

Then director Miguel really turned into a ducka duck can make a quack but can’t speak when its throat is pinched.

Even Gonzalez, a colleague of Changsheng next to him, was frightened. Changsheng was moving faster than he imagined. Before he could react, everything happened irrevocably.

Shut the fuck up, fat pig! The arm resisted Miguel’s neck, and Chang Sheng thundered

He has put up with this bastard for thirtyfive minutesfrom the fifth minute of the halfcourt, this damn duck kept quacking behind him, and later it became more and more abusive.