In the Chamartin Training Base, outside the office of the under-17 Team A, two people were arguing.
At the far end of the corridor, two people were watching the scene with interest.
"You didn't inform him?" Rodriguez, the head of the youth base, asked Candelaria.
"I'm sorry, sir, I forgot." Candelaria apologized, but his expression didn't look like he was sorry at all. Instead, he looked humble and was wagging his tail.
"Be careful in the future," Rodriguez said with a smile.
"Yes, sir." Candelaria nodded respectfully.
Li Ang was very angry. The rest day was over. When he arrived this morning, he found that the office door couldn't be opened. When the security guard Trem came, he just apologized but didn't open the door for him. When Li Ang asked for the reason, the man was reluctant to say.
"Mr. Trem, I'll ask you one last time, will you open this door for me?" Li Ang pointed to the closed door, "Am I still the owner of this office?"
"Of course you're not."
A voice sounded behind Li Ang. He looked back and saw Candelaria, who was beaten up by him, standing in front of him with a triumphant face.
Next to Candelaria stood the head of the youth base, Rodriguez.
"What do you mean?" Li Ang asked coldly, "Why are you here?"
"Why am I here?" Candelaria shrugged and twisted his butt, looking proud, "God, forgive this poor guy, he doesn't even know. Oh, yes, I forgot to inform you, sorry."
Li Ang didn't speak, coldly watching the ugly performance of this person.
"Please forgive me for being late." Candelaria loosened his tie, "China man, congratulations, you've been promoted! And the owner of this office is me! "
"What do you mean?" Li Ang asked again. This time, the target of his question wasn't Candelaria, but Rodriguez, who was watching the scene with a smile on his face.
Rodriguez had a playful smile on his face. "Li, I'm happy to inform you that due to your outstanding work in Cadet A, we've decided to transfer you to Juvenile C! Congratulations, I believe that in this new position, you will be able to make full use of your coaching talent! "
Li Ang froze for a moment after hearing Rodriguez's words.
Before he could react, Candelaria, who was standing beside Rodriguez, said, "You're really lucky, China man. Quickly thank Mr. Rodriguez. If it weren't for his kindness, you would have already left …"
Li Ang coldly glared at Candelaria. Candelaria was startled, and his duck voice stopped abruptly, as if he was a Spanish duck whose neck was being strangled.
Li Ang was not a fool. At this time, he had already understood the meaning of Rodriguez's words. Transfer him to Juvenile C?! Ha, he really put in a lot of effort. What kind of place was Juvenile C? It was the Under 20 Youth C Team! That's right, transferring from the Under 17 Youth Team to the Under 20 Youth Team. At first glance, it seemed like a promotion, but in reality! Li Ang was the manager of the Under 17 Youth A Team. He was the manager of the most outstanding group of players at this level. Almost 80% of these children would become professional players, and many of them would become players of the powerhouses. This was an extremely important position in the entire Real Madrid youth training system! What the hell was Team C for the under-20 youth team?! Many players with extraordinary strength played in the First Team when they were 20 years old. They were almost 20 years old and had not yet entered the First Team. That was fine, but it was not Team A, not Team B, and still in the Under 20 Youth C Team. In such an echelon, there might occasionally be one or two talented players. Well, that was called a late bloomer. However, this was simply a matter of luck. It was even more unreliable than waiting for rabbits to come by. Therefore, in the entire Real Madrid youth training system, or it could be said that in the youth training system of any team, Juvenile C, which was the Under 20 Youth C Team, was the least valued and had the least right to speak!
Rodriguez's move was a ploy to get promoted in the open but demoted in the dark!
Seeing Li Ang's expression change again and again as he panted in anger, Rodriguez felt comfortable. He was really annoyed that he did not think of this trick earlier. Yes, the work contract signed with Li Ang stated that he could not fire Li Ang, but it did not say that he could not be promoted.
Look, he had promoted him from the Under 17 echelon to the Under 20 echelon. If this was not a promotion, then what was?!
In fact, the story behind this matter was quite complicated. Rodriguez's most direct idea was to kick Li Ang out of Chamadin. He even took the post of the Real Madrid fan called Campos on the Real Madrid fan forum to expel Li Ang and the support of some fans who did not know the truth as evidence. He reported it to the deputy director of Real Madrid's youth training camp and used it as evidence to fire Li Ang, hoping to gain support. However, the deputy director asked, "So, what was the result of this game?" Rodriguez was immediately speechless. In any case, everything was based on results. Li Ang led the team to a perfect 3-0 victory over Barcelona. This was the result!
Directly expelling Li Ang did not work. Rodriguez thought hard and finally came up with another way. It was a promotion in disguise. He studied the work contract signed by Li Ang and Real Madrid. It only stated that he could not be fired or demoted, but it did not say that he could not be promoted.
As for whether it was a promotion from the Under 17 Team A to the Under 20 Team C, it was a joke.
Li Ang gritted his teeth, pursed his lips, and took a deep breath. He stared at the director of the Chamadin Youth Training Camp like a beast.
Rodriguez's playful smile turned cold.
"How is my work in Cadet A?" Li Ang gritted his teeth and asked.
"Not bad," Rodriguez answered coldly.
"Is this Real Madrid's reward for an outstanding coach?" Li Ang asked, pointing to the tightly shut door of the office that originally belonged to him.
Rodriguez said with a straight face, "Real Madrid is not for you to tell them what to do, Chinese."
"Who do you think you are?" Candelaria interrupted.
"I'm your father!" Li Ang clenched his fists and said fiercely to Candelaria in Chinese. Although Candelaria did not understand Li Ang's words, he was scared like a quail in the cold wind.
Li Ang turned his head to look at Rodriguez, "Then, my position in Juvenil C, needless to say, is definitely not the manager."
"Of course, your job is one of Mr. Bardardo's assistants." Rodriguez said with a straight face, "I hope you have a good cooperation."
Looking at Rodriguez's arrogant and secretly complacent look, Li Ang only felt flustered in his heart. He was not reconciled and angry at the same time.
He was not a fan of Real Madrid, but he respected this great club. Although he was not a devout believer like his assistant, Mr. Banderas, he was proud to work for such a great club.
He loved this job.
He worked hard.
He did a good job.
He was full of confidence for his future. To be able to coach a team in a powerhouse club like Real Madrid, even if it was only the under-17 Juvenil A team, for him, it was a brilliant stroke on his resume. No matter where he went in the future, it was a resume that could not be ignored.
And this brilliant resume was the best reward for his hard work from this great football club. Both sides were win-win and friendly. They respected each other and gave each other. He enjoyed the glory of this great club and gave his own efforts and talent.
But now, reality gave him a slap in the face!
Go to Juvenil C?!
Of course not!
Li Ang knew that if he went there, he would really be finished. He was not the manager of Juvenil C. If he was the manager, Li Ang might have a chance to rise again. But he was not. He was only one of the many assistant managers of Juvenil C. Even his assistant manager title had to be put in quotation marks. Maybe no one would listen to any of his suggestions. Who knew if Rodriguez had other plans?
If he really went to Juvenil C, his best years, his most aggressive years, would be wasted there.
Li Ang knew that he now had two choices. One was to grovel and report to Juvenil C. The other was to resign!
Would he live on his knees or die standing?!
This was a multiple-choice question!
Li Ang suddenly felt a sense of sadness in his heart. He was not sad for himself, but for the original owner of this body, Li Ang, his brother whose blood and soul were merged. Because in Li Ang's suit pocket, there was a resignation letter. There was no date or signature on the letter. As long as he signed these two, it would take effect immediately.
This was part of Li Ang's bitter journey in Europe over the years. He could give everything for his ideals, endure any hardship, and endure any fatigue. But there was a bottom line. When this bottom line was trampled, he would take the initiative to resign and protect his last dignity. There was racial discrimination, prejudice against China in the surrounding environment, and some unspoken rules that he could not stand. Therefore, Li Ang was never kicked out. He always took the initiative to resign. This might be a kind of sadness, but it was also the bottom line of a person's pride.
He always had a straight back.
Now, was it time for him to use it?
A graceful blonde beauty was just about to cross the corridor when she saw this scene. She stopped awkwardly, and the pen in her hand fell to the ground.
Li Ang took two steps forward, picked up the pen, and smiled at the blonde woman. "Ms. Lily, can I borrow this? And this. "He pointed at the folder.
"Ah — of course —" Ms. Lily covered her chest in surprise. She looked at Li Ang and did not know what he was going to do.
Li Ang took out the resignation letter from the inner pocket of his suit and opened it.
He held the folder steadily with one hand and held the letter on top of the folder. With the other hand, he held the pen and wrote on the signature and date.
Then, he returned the folder and the pen and smiled. "Thank you."
Then, the beautiful and sexy Ms. Lily saw Li Ang casually throw the paper on Mr. Rodriguez's face.
"Oh my God …" Ms. Lily covered her sexy mouth. Her heart was pounding. He was too handsome. Why didn't she realize that this Chinese man was so stylish before? Ms. Lily clenched her legs and trembled slightly.
Mr. Rodriguez, the person in charge of the Chamadine Youth Training Center, was completely dumbfounded.
His lackey, Candelaria, was so scared that his face turned pale. He was worried that he would be beaten.
Li Ang did not hit him. He did not want to go to the police station because of such a person.
"F * ck! You will regret this, bastards! "After Li Ang finished speaking, he turned around and strode away. His middle finger was still raised high. The corridor was unusually quiet. Only the sound of the Chinese man's leather shoes could be heard. He walked like this. On both sides of the corridor, there were photos of the president of Real Madrid, Mr. Florentino, smiling and raising his mug. He was watching all of this …
Kneel to live or die standing?!
This was a multiple-choice question!
Die standing?!
Ha, why should I die standing? Must I die just because I'm standing?!
Who made this rule?!
I will stand like this!
Raise my head!
Straighten my back!
Live well!
Live better than anyone else!
Live a wonderful life!
PS: My daughter is sick. It's called herpes angina. She is busy in the hospital and has to take care of her child when she comes home. She is dizzy from all the work. Xiao Qi feels sad when she sees her child in pain.
After dinner, she handed the child to her mother. Xiao Qi was bored in the study. This chapter took a long time to write. In an hour, she wrote less than a thousand words in the competitive group spelling competition. She even edited these thousand words later. Then, she continued to write and edit. She was afraid that this chapter would make everyone feel aggrieved.
What was the purpose of everyone reading? Wasn't it because it was refreshing and comfortable to read?
She hoped that this chapter would satisfy everyone.
This time, it was a new world! It was the beginning of passion!
Li Ang would hold his head high, straighten his back, and stand proudly in the football territory of Europe!
He was the king here.
The king of coaches!
Li Ang!
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