Green Destroyer

Chapter 84 The Destroyer of Football

In the 81st minute, the ambulance roared away, and Angel Correa finally came off the bench.

He replaced the No. 11 player who scored 11 goals in the whole game, and the oncoming... was the roar of the Calderon Stadium, and the worship of more than 5 fans!

"CHEN! CHEN! CHEN!!!!!!"

Unlike the restraint of Real Madrid and Barcelona fans, Atletico Madrid fans who rely on civilian fans, or low- and middle-income earners, are more enthusiastic, or... more crazy!
If it wasn't for nearly a thousand security personnel trying their best to maintain order, those fans in the stands closest to the sidelines would have broken through the fence and rushed straight into the bench!

Looking at the fans who were so excited that their faces were distorted, even the well-informed Simeone and Torres were dumbfounded.

But Chen Hao just stretched out his left hand and waved towards the fans in all directions:
"Let me see your hands!"

"CHEN! CHEN! CHEN!!!!!!"

The fans quickly raised their hands high and frantically responded to his greeting, and a huge wave of people suddenly appeared in the stands.

Watching the fans turn into a lateral movement, the security staff was slightly relieved.

Mo Xiaohao, who was in the crowd, firmly grasped the selfie stick in his hand, and the faces of the fanatical fans around him were clearly recorded on the super-large screen of his mobile phone.

Mo Xiaohao's little face was already blushing:
"Did you see that at this moment, he is Calderon's unique and supreme king!"
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Chen Hao's end also declared that the game had completely entered garbage time.

Real Madrid, who had no fighting spirit, not only failed to launch a counterattack, but Griezmann stole another one, and the score was locked at 12-1.

Compared with the 14-2 against Barcelona in the third round, today's score is not too big, but the result of the game is even more desperate!

Barcelona was short of major generals before, and Messi was out of shape because of the national team game. They even made up the back line temporarily. It is not surprising to lose by a big score.

But today's Real Madrid is definitely different. Except for Bell who has just recovered from a minor injury, Benitez has sent all the main players, as well as Spain and even the world's best goalkeeper De Gea, whom they dug from Manchester United. But still failed to stop Atletico Madrid's goal - or, Chen Hao's goal.

They even used the most despised killing tactics despicably and shamelessly, but they were even more humiliated!

"Drip, drip, drip!"

When the referee Marenco finally blew the whistle for the end of the game, the Real Madrid players did not stay on the court for a second. They almost sprinted at a speed of [-] meters and disappeared at the end of the player channel in the blink of an eye...

Only the head coach Benitez stood like a wooden sculpture in the evening wind in Madrid, his shirt was almost soaked in sweat, and even the lenses of his glasses were covered with water mist, making him look very pitiful.

As an opponent, Simeone couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder, but couldn't find a word of comfort.

Benitez has never concealed his desire to coach Real Madrid, but his coaching career in the Galacticos has been a huge tragedy and mistake from the beginning!
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Half an hour later, Simeone appeared in the press conference room of the Calderon Stadium.

He heard two messages:

"Real Madrid has officially fired coach Rafa Benitez."

"After a preliminary diagnosis, Real Madrid captain Ramos has a shattered ankle, a fractured calf, and a torn ligament. He will be recuperating for at least ten months. He may be reimbursed for all of this season."

He also brought a message to more than 200 media reporters at the scene:
"Atletico Madrid No. 11 player Chen Hao's right arm is not completely dislocated. He needs a minor operation and needs two weeks to recuperate. If he recovers well, he can catch up with Atletico Madrid for the next league game."

There was no trace of regret on the face of this handsome Argentine, but a strange smile appeared instead:

"God bless, for the first time I thank FIFA for setting up the national team competition week!"

Chen Hao, who was injured, of course couldn't take a flight of more than ten hours to Asia to participate in the competition. He could only honestly sleep in the Royal Hospital in Madrid!

After two weeks, he will be able to deal with Atletico Madrid's next opponent with full blood and mana!
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"Eleven goals in a single game! He is the king of Calderon!"

"Scored 77 goals in nine games! Averaged 8.55 goals per game!"

"Football has entered a new era! The main color is red!"

"Benitez dismissed get out of class sadly! The culprit is him!"

"Helpless! Ronaldo understands Messi's despair!"

"Ramos did his best! He shouldn't be a car!"

"One kick! It's dangerous to annoy him!"

The 12-1 bloodbath of Real Madrid once again pushed Chen Hao to the peak of his prestige!

All the mainstream news media this week made the front page headlines of Atletico Madrid No. 11 shooting vigorously while wearing a bandage, driving the audience to point their fingers at the sky.

Even the American "Time Magazine", which is far away across the ocean, made Chen Hao the cover character of the US, European, and Asian editions this week!

As the most influential weekly news magazine in the world, almost everyone will be proud to appear on the cover of Time Magazine. In China, there are only a few political leaders who have ever appeared on the cover of the US edition. Faye Wong, Jay Chou, Li Yuchun, Li Na, Yao Ming and other domestic superstars in the cultural and sports industry, it is already a big deal to show their faces in the Asian edition.

But only Chen Hao, at the same time, occupied the covers of the three main editions of the United States, Asia, and Europe!
The American Emperor, who has always been perishing, will of course use a rather malicious name to describe Chen Hao's sudden birth:

"Football Destroyer!"
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"What does it mean?"

Looking at Carlos Menendez, a member of the medical team who knocked on the door, Chen Hao, who had just finished his bone surgery, was a little surprised.

Menendez shrugged his shoulders and put down his suitcase:

"According to the arrangement of Diego (Simeone's name), in the next two weeks, I will observe your physical condition every step of the way and be responsible for reporting to the club every day."

Chen Hao shook his head and smiled:
"Please, it's just the most common dislocation, and it can be recovered in up to ten days. As for making all the fuss?"

Menendez put on his slippers and sat on the sofa unceremoniously:
"You must understand what Diego means. He wants me to ensure that you can only stay in Madrid during this time."

Chen Hao raised his eyebrows:
"He thought... I was going to fly to the national team with an arm that could be dislocated at any time?"

Menendez spread his hands:
"You're right. Since you dared to play for five or six minutes with an injury in the same city derby, why didn't you dare to do the same in the national team game? According to our understanding, Asian players generally pay more attention to the national team. I am worried that you will forcefully serve the country regardless of your own injuries..."

Chen Hao rubbed his chin, smiled and shook his head:

"If it wasn't for Ramos who wanted to kick me at the last moment... I would like to thank him."

He spoke so cryptically that Menendez couldn't understand him at all.

But Tony Moretti and Mo Xiaohao, who were sitting next to them, knew it all.

Of course Chen Hao can fight bloody for the national team, but...now is not the time.

Mo Xiaohao glanced at the laptop in his hand, and tapped on the keyboard with his ten fingers flying.

I saw such a shocking and bold title written in the document on the screen:
"Chinese Men's Football Team Head Coach Application Plan"!
Although the following font is one size smaller, it is even more shocking:
"Application Target: 2018 World Cup Champion"!
He rubbed his hands together and let out a deep breath.

The one who wants to be the head coach of the Chinese team is of course not Chef Mo Ritian Mo, but his boss.

His boss, at the age of 17, is ready to do this thing that no one dares to think about!

The Chinese Football Association... Will it agree, or will it tremblingly refuse?

(End of this chapter)