If that coach dared to do anything to him, he was sure his dad would definitely find a way to get him kicked out of the Chamartín training base! So he was even looking forward to that damned idiot making a move against him, so his dad would have an excuse...

But he didn’t get the head coach’s thunderous rage—in fact, to be precise, he didn’t get any reaction at all.

By the time he finally realized something was wrong and gave up on posing, he saw that all the coaches had already left. Some teammates nearby were looking at him like he was crazy. He glared back at them, annoyed: “What are you looking at?!”

Those teammates quickly turned and walked away.

Only Diego Rivera was left there, furious and on the verge of losing it.

So all his posing had been for the air!

This made him burn with anger, but he absolutely didn’t dare to just turn around and leave, not follow the team to the locker room. Because that would mean he’d lose even the chance to come on as a substitute in the second half.

But if he followed them back to the locker room, he’d feel like he was showing weakness. Wouldn’t that make those people think he was easy to bully?

The not-yet-thirteen-year-old boy hesitated.

At that moment, his hand was grabbed by a large hand.

“Come with me, son!”

“Where are we going, Dad?” The boy struggled a bit, not understanding where his father wanted to take him.

“To find that idiot coach!”

With that, Director Miguel Hernandez dragged his son, brimming with murderous intent, straight toward the Junior B team’s locker room.

Then, with both hands, he forcefully pushed open the unlocked locker room door.

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Inside the locker room, William Clark looked at the group of players in white Real Madrid jerseys under his command, and couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride—though they were just a bunch of kids, none older than thirteen, they were still a real Real Madrid team, weren’t they? In his previous life, he was just a football fan—who would have thought he’d ever get the chance to coach a Real Madrid team!

This time, it was all worth it... If he posted this on the forums, wouldn’t he scare the hell out of everyone?

After his moment of pride, William Clark thought about what a head coach should do at this moment... Right, analyze the match. Scribble on the tactics board, talk passionately, look super professional!

So he planned to analyze the first half for the kids.

Actually, there wasn’t much to analyze. The young players had performed well in the first half, and the team was up by two goals. Just looking at the score said it all.

At this point, all he needed to do during halftime was praise them.

Yes, his players were a group of kids, not even thirteen yet. What’s most important for kids? Of course, it’s praise!

Every child is born craving praise.

When William Clark was a kid, he didn’t like studying, so his grades were poor. His parents once worried he wasn’t very smart. But that wasn’t it—the real reason he didn’t like studying was that his elementary school homeroom teacher always liked to criticize him, use him as a negative example, mock and ridicule him. For a child of just a few years old like William Clark, this was a daily occurrence.

What child could endure such long-term blows?

So William Clark grew to dislike studying more and more, and eventually just gave up. “You don’t like me? Then I’ll annoy you on purpose! Cause trouble for you!”

As a result, William Clark became the naughtiest student in the class, always getting into fights, with a rebellious personality that gave people headaches. Naturally, he caused his homeroom teacher plenty of trouble, and because of him, the teacher often had her bonuses docked. In turn, the teacher disliked him even more, and the ridicule and insults only got worse.

And so, a vicious cycle formed, and the two of them were at odds throughout his elementary school years.

Even after graduating from college, William Clark still couldn’t forget the homeroom teacher who had ruined his childhood—if not for her, maybe he would have been much more successful!

Because of this experience, William Clark understood very well what was most important for the kids in front of him.

They weren’t even thirteen yet, at most twelve.

A group like this, in China, would be elementary school students, just like William Clark had been.

He cleared his throat, ready to say some words of praise to these eager kids.

At that moment, he heard a loud bang from the door behind him.

He turned to see that fat duck barging into the locker room with his proud little duckling in tow.

Before anyone could react—or rather, everyone was stunned by the sudden presence of Director Miguel Hernandez—Miguel Hernandez charged straight up to William Clark, and unleashed a torrent of abuse: “Are you deaf? Bastard! Didn’t I tell you to put my son on the field?! Do you even understand football? You’re Asian? How did you become the coach of Real Madrid’s youth team? Looks like I need to have the board re-examine the current coaching staff...”

But before he could finish, William Clark had already elbowed him in the neck.