They couldn’t help but glance at William Clark, who was standing in the corner of the locker room.

Gonzalez was worried about William Clark, and at the same time found it unbelievable—how could he remain so calm after hitting Director Miguel Hernandez? Didn’t he know how influential Director Miguel Hernandez was? Even though he was just a minor director, he still had his own connections and network... Wouldn’t it be easy for him to deal with a little coach like you?

The young players, on the other hand, thought—Wow! The coach was so cool just now! So awesome! So our new head coach is someone with real character!

Under their frequent gazes, William Clark remained unflustered.

To him, that so-called Director Miguel Hernandez had repeatedly challenged his authority, and he had already been tolerant enough, thinking of the bigger picture... Who would have thought that this only encouraged his arrogance, to the point where he barged into the locker room to lecture him.

The locker room was a very sacred place; it was his private territory. The head coach protects the locker room just like a lion king protects his territory—it’s a matter of fierce pride.

After being provoked again and again by someone so shameless, he felt that giving him a beating was only right.

Even the club president couldn’t barge into the locker room at will, let alone a mere director! And a minor one at that!

Having defended his own authority and the locker room, William Clark didn’t feel he had done anything wrong, so naturally he felt no guilt.

He waited with a clear conscience for the second half to begin.

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There was no suspense in the second half either; Real Madrid’s Junior B team was far stronger than their opponents.

Although Real Madrid’s youth academy wasn’t as famous as La Masia, in terms of results, Real Madrid’s youth academy was in no way inferior to La Masia.

La Masia’s youth products mainly supplied Barcelona’s first team.

But Real Madrid’s youth products branched out everywhere, spreading throughout La Liga.

In every age group, Real Madrid’s teams were strong contenders for the youth and junior league championships.

In the end, Real Madrid’s under-13 Junior B team, relying on their formidable strength, defeated the visiting Compostela Junior B team 4–1 at home.

Winning this match put William Clark, the head coach, in a great mood. After all, this was the first match he had ever managed. Even though it was just a children’s match, it was still an official game.

What’s more, the deadlock in this match was broken because he made the right decision, instructing Victor Anderson to take more long shots. So when he saw the young players’ faces beaming with joy after the match, he felt a real sense of accomplishment.

He now believed that as long as he could solve the training issues, he would become an outstanding head coach.

Right now, he was just the “king of the kids” leading a group of children under thirteen, but in the future, he was sure he would become the head coach of a top professional team!

After the match, he called the players over to him and asked, “How does it feel to win, kids?”

“Great!”

“Amazing!”

“Fantastic!”

“Wonderful!”

The young players all scrambled to answer.

William Clark waved his hand grandly: “Then you must always remember, football brings you happiness, but victory brings you even more happiness! Remember, only winners are qualified to enjoy the joy that football brings!”

His words sparked cheers from the young players.

Victor Anderson cheered the loudest, because at this moment he truly understood why the coach had said that victory was Real Madrid’s tradition.

Looking at these jubilant young players, William Clark was filled with confidence about his own future.

He even believed that the door to a brand new world had already appeared before his eyes, and was slowly but steadily opening.

Just then, a cold voice pulled him out of his beautiful reverie.

“Chang.”

William Clark snapped back to reality and looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him. He didn’t know who this person was, but in the next second, a concept automatically popped into his mind.

Deputy Director of the Youth Affairs Department of Real Madrid’s Youth Academy, Jesus Garcia.

This William Clark didn’t know him, but the previous William Clark did.

Jesus Garcia wore a stern expression, and behind him stood that fat duck and his son. The bloodstains on the fat duck’s face were gone, replaced by a smug smile. However, his nose was still a bit swollen and one cheek was clearly puffed up—this was a souvenir from William Clark’s punch. No matter how fat he was, he couldn’t hide it, which showed just how hard William Clark had hit him.

“Chang, I regret to inform you that you are fired,” the deputy director of the Youth Affairs Department, Garcia, said coldly to William Clark.

Upon hearing this, William Clark was momentarily stunned.

Before he could react, the fat duck standing next to Garcia started squawking, “I told you you were finished! You’re done for! If you’re willing to get on your knees and beg me, maybe I’ll consider giving you another chance. Yellow-skinned monkey, get down and lick my feet...”