i'm a superstar

Chapter 7 Can You Chinese Really Know How to Play Football?
At this moment, accompanied by a group of coaches and assistants, the German, the current Real Madrid coach—a big shot—Bernd Schuster has come to the side of the Di Stefano stadium.

This stadium has extraordinary symbolic significance and is named after Real Madrid's legendary No. 7, Di Stefano, who led Real Madrid to five Champions League trophies.

Speaking of the legendary superstar Stefano, who is not from Spain but from Argentina, he also has a special flavor. Real Madrid, an international club, lives up to its name.

As a German, although Schuster is a bit bohemian, he is known as a football prodigal son and once served as the double captain of Real Madrid and Barcelona, ​​but from the bottom of his heart, he still inherits the rigor and even rigidity of the Germans.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, [-] to [-] members of Real Madrid Team B arrived at the training ground early.

Under the auspices of the head coach of the youth team, young talents from all over the world have begun to warm up and jog on the excellent turf.

When Zhang Han jogged into the stadium, he was surprised. The sun came out from the west. Aren't these foreign lazy people on vacation?Why did they all come today, and they all came earlier than him.

My heart screams badly!Ignoring Morata and a few teammates running to the front and winking, they turned around and went to the locker room, wanting to change into their team uniforms so they can participate in training.

Before he could run a few steps, he was called, and when he got to the sidelines, it was the 35-year-old handsome assistant coach of the youth team who stopped him.

"Boy, did no one notify you? Today is a special situation, you have to arrive an hour earlier."

The assistant coach raised his eyebrows and spoke in fluent English.

Zhang Han was at a loss, basically indifferent to Spanish English, and didn't understand a word.

At this moment, Li Xiuna came late, this woman is very happy in the club, she is a translator!It can be used at any time, and Zhang Han was even more confused after listening to her translation.

"Coach! I haven't been notified!"

Zhang Han said in bewilderment, and Li Xiuna quickly translated it back.

"Young man, there is nothing I can do to help you. The head coach, Mr. Schuster, asked you to ask questions. Good luck!"

The assistant coach spread his hands and smiled.

The three came to the coach's bench, and after some introductions, Zhang Han was immediately dumbfounded. This blond-haired, red-faced old man was actually the coach of Real Madrid's first team, and I was late in front of him...

The atmosphere was a bit weird, no one spoke, Zhang Han stood feeling uncomfortable, an extremely depressive atmosphere was brewing everywhere, and it seemed that it might erupt at any time.

"You are the Chinese recommended by Zinedine!"

It was not the youth team coach who spoke first, but the German Schuster.The blond hair was shaking, like a golden lion king, and the Chinese was heavily emphasized in the words.

Zhang Han glanced at Li Xiuna and motioned her to translate it quickly, because the red-faced old man spoke German, which was even more confusing, but he read the happy smile from the woman's eyes.

Zhang Han finally understood that it was this woman who did it behind her back, no wonder he didn't receive the notice.

Before Li Xiuna finished translating, Schuster looked impatient, curled his lips, and asked mockingly: "Do you Chinese really know how to play football?"

Do you Chinese really know how to play football?
These words seemed to be afraid that Zhang Han would not understand, and they were said in blunt Chinese, but they were the most harsh to the ears, and immediately poked a sore spot in Zhang Han's heart.

Can the Chinese play football?This is not just sarcasm, but a naked and domineering insult.

"It's okay if you insult me, Mr. Coach, it's okay if you say I'm not good at football, but please don't insult us Chinese!"

Zhang Han, who was stimulated by the words, suddenly burst into rage, pointed at the old man's nose and shouted.

The incident happened urgently. For a moment, everyone didn't think of it. They were stunned there, but there was someone who didn't stay still, so that they could not die. That person was Li Xiuna. Seeing that Zhang Han was on the verge of breaking out, and she was not very proficient in Chinese, she added to his words by the way. He cursed Germany and sent it back to the old man.

Hearing this, the old man was still so angry that he flew into a rage, the veins on his forehead popped up, he yelled national curses like son of a bitch, and rushed forward.

The scolding was in English, but Zhang Han understood it this time. What he couldn't bear the most since he was a child was those insults to his parents and relatives, so he also became furious.

"You're the son of a bitch, son of a bitch!"

Before everyone could react, two big men with red ears and thick necks had already fought in one place.

After all, Zhang Han is young and strong, coupled with his agility of 99, he can shoot extremely fast. During the struggle and pushing, he kicked with a sudden kick.

Hearing the old man's scream, he flew far away and hit the turf with a heavy plop.

This kick was extremely heavy, after all, he had practiced Shaolin King Kong legs, the old man was lying on the ground, he couldn't get up for a long time.

At this time, they realized that the person who was pulling the fight came slowly. In fact, thinking about it, this German old man has a hot temper and is known as a tough guy, but they never imagined that someone would dare to fight against the head coach. Both of them are Lianjiazi, they shot very fast, it was too late to try to persuade them.

"Chinese pig! With Lao Tzu around for a day, you will never be able to enter the first team, for Lao Tzu..."

The old man lay on the ground and cried for a long time, he regained his strength, got up and wanted to fight, but was stopped by the staff who rushed over, and could only jump and curse.

"German devil, old man!"

Zhang Han's temper exploded, and he also cursed loudly. His personal glory is small. This old man's blindly insulting the Chinese has seriously violated his bottom line.

An extremely fiery turmoil subsided quickly, but the name of China zhang spread wildly throughout the Valdebebas youth training base, and even the Bernabéu not far away.

At ten o'clock that afternoon, Zhang Han received a notice from the top management. He was told that he was looking for his next home—a new club, and he was not even allowed to step into the youth training base.

Coach Schuster, as the former captain of Real Madrid and the current coach, still has great influence. Not to mention a substitute for a youth player, even a famous star in the first team would not dare to do this. It was a big shot, but it is said that Qi Zu said good things in it, and he didn't want to ruin the future of a genius, so he didn't send Zhang Han into the bureau.

Zhang Han was extremely depressed, holding the big box of clothes in the locker that had been cleared, and slowly walked out of Baldbebas.

"Don't you regret your actions? Your future was completely ruined by impulse."

Strangely, it was indeed Li Xiuna who sent Zhang Han off, and what she said surprised Zhang Han even more.

"Why should I regret it? If you Koreans were insulted, would you swallow your anger?"

Although depressed, Zhang Han has no regrets. He thinks he is not a good person, a dick who is no different from a hooligan, but his motherland is not. He can be insulted, but his motherland, the Chinese must not, don't say It is the head coach of Real Madrid who is about to leave class, even if the president of Spain comes (it is said that there is no president in Spain, but it is convenient to write it this way, you know).

Li Xiuna was silent, and said after a while: "I admit, I hurt you. I shouldn't have forgotten to notify you in the morning. I just mistranslated a sentence and added a curse word to you."

Zhang Han was horrified and at the same time puzzled why this woman suddenly changed and became honest.

"Don't be surprised! At first I didn't think highly of you, but today, you look good for us Asians."

puff!Zhang Han couldn't help laughing when he heard this, the foreigner also knew what a long face meant, and he suddenly felt better.He seems to understand that Koreans are not bad, but they admire people with bones more in their bones, and they are more twisted in their bones.

"At first, I thought it was because you got through with Zinedine that you proudly came to Real Madrid for a trial training, but I just asked your teammates, and they all admired you and said that you must be a superstar in the future. But it is also a pity that you ruined your future because of impulsiveness, you know, even in our complete football system in South Korea, only Park Ji-sung-kun has entered the giants, this is a dream that many people are proud of!"

"You should have been patient and proved to him that you are the best, but you..."

Zhang Han really didn't know what to say, this woman made him hate it, and it was difficult to love her.

"Don't worry! Mr. Zinedine still values ​​you very much. Please wait patiently. He is contacting the next family for you."

After returning to Lin's house, Zhang Han was still in despair. He really didn't expect his audacity to have a fight with the head coach of Real Madrid, and even kicked him away. If this reputation spreads, there will be The coach dares to use him again.

"Mr. Zhang Han violated the rules of the system and has a serious tendency to violence. Therefore, after careful consideration by the system, three points of ability will be deducted as a whole."

At this time, the system administrator was in his head, seeming to be broadcasting.

"The incident of beating the head coach has had a very bad impact. It has seriously affected the reputation of your receiver, Mr. Zidane. The system issued a serious warning once. If no club is willing to accept you, you will lose your qualification to be promoted forever. The system It may collapse at any time, and your lifespan will end at any time."

Zhang Han was not in the mood to deal with it at all, his face was gloomy, and he didn't even talk to Grandma Lin who came up to ask questions so early, so he moved back into the room stiffly and weakly.

PS: The author declares that I have no prejudice against the Germans. On the contrary, I have always liked German football stars and the German national team very much. Of course, I also respect Mr. Schuster. I hope that if the old man is still alive, he will not scold him. I can do it, here is the need of the plot, and I don’t have any opinions on the Germans. The author tries to be objective and does not write badly about the star. If there is a reader who hopes that his favorite star will not be hacked, just post it in the comment area message!The author must change it!
　Classmate Xiaomeng!Look carefully, there is a hidden layout!Sometimes what you see is not necessarily the truth!
　　
　
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