"I have a different opinion," Li Ang suddenly said.
Everyone looked at him, especially the father and son. The father was glaring at him, while the light in the son's eyes was instantly extinguished.
Li Ang walked up and patted Morata on the shoulder. He said seriously, "Son, look at me!"
"Raise your head!"
The child raised his head and looked at Li Ang. He was at a loss.
"I don't agree with them." Li Ang said, "I told them, just wait and see. This child will definitely be super good in the future! He will be the new 'New Raúl' of Spain! "
Everyone was stunned. On one hand, they did not expect Li Ang to give such a high evaluation. On the other hand, this evaluation was too high. New Raúl! What did that mean?
Raúl!
The golden boy of Real Madrid!
One of the top strikers in the world of football!
This child did not seem to be particularly talented. He was introverted and had low self-esteem. He was the new Raúl?!
Fernandez and Parle did not believe it.
Morata's father did not believe it either. However, he looked at Li Ang with a grateful expression. He thought that Li Ang deliberately said this to encourage Morata.
*****
Only Morata, who was very innocent, did not think too much about it.
There was a glimmer of light in the child's eyes.
"Me? You said I'm the new Raúl? "Morata asked in disbelief.
"Yes!"
"The Raúl of Real Madrid?"
"Yes!"
"But I don't believe it myself." Morata sighed and said, "They, they said I was useless. My father said I was a genius. They said my father was talking nonsense. They said I —"
Li Ang looked at Morata's father. The father looked at his son with a worried face. His eyes were red. He was not sad about the humiliation he had suffered. Instead, he felt sorry for his son.
Li Ang felt that he understood. He could not imagine how a child could be treated like this.
"They? Who are they? "Li Ang asked.
"The coaches in Madrid," the child said. "They say they have a good eye for people?"
"Them?!" Li Ang burst into laughter, "They are nothing! Do you know, child, do you know who is standing in front of you right now? "
"I am Li Ang!" Li Ang said to the child who looked up at him, "Real Madrid's former under-17 youth team A manager! He was the youngest manager in Real Madrid's century-long history! Outstanding results in leading the team! A real genius coach! "
Young Morata was completely stunned.
Morata's father was also shocked. He had no idea that this Chinese coach had such a background. Was he just bragging? He looked at the two assistant managers of Sporting Gihon. The two of them nodded their heads vigorously, looking as if they shared his pride. What they meant was, yes, what he said was true.
"I am a genius coach. How could I not have a better vision than those guys?" Li Ang said. He asked Young Morata, "Do you believe what they said, or do you believe in my vision?"
"I believe in you!" Young Morata was completely convinced by this super cool coach. He felt that when the coach pointed at him and said that he was a genius coach and the youngest coach in Real Madrid's century-long history, it was so cool. The child immediately worshipped him.
"Then what are you still doubting?" Li Ang's eyes were sharp. "I said you would be the 'new Raúl' of Spain! What else are you doubting? "
"Do I really have such a talent?" the child asked, trembling. The brilliance in his eyes was heartwarming.
"If I say you are, you are," Li Ang said, looking into the child's eyes.
Young Morata did not speak. He nodded his head vigorously.
Morata's father and the two assistant coaches were dumbfounded.
"But remember," Li Ang said again. "I only said that you have the talent! But to get to that point, you have to rely on your own efforts! Remember that? "
"I know!" Young Morata nodded.
"Very good! Work hard! "Li Ang said." I have a good eye for people. Don't let me down! "
"I won't!" the child said loudly.
*****
Li Ang turned his head and said to the two assistants, "What are you waiting for? We are going to sign the contract with our 'new Raúl'. "
The two assistants came back to their senses.
Morata's father, Mr. Alfonso Morata, turned his head to the side. He was secretly wiping his tears.
"Thank you." Morata's father came up and shook Li Ang's hand, thanking him for everything he had done for his son. He knew that the coach's words might have a huge impact on his son's life because he saw the light in his son's eyes. His son had never been so confident.
"Don't thank me." Li Ang waved his hand to signal Young Morata to come over. He said to the child, "Son, do you know? You have a great father, a very, very great father! He has done a lot for you. When you achieve great things in the future, don't forget to thank your father. He is really great. "
Young Morata nodded as if he understood. He came over and hugged his father. "Dad, I will work hard! I will make you proud of me! "
"Son, I have always been proud of you." Morata's father secretly wiped his tears.
Looking at this scene, Li Ang had mixed feelings. He thought of his parents. In the eyes of every parent, their children were the best. They were willing to do anything for their children.
Assistant Coach Fernandez came over with the contract. He looked at Li Ang with respect. "Li, you are a person worthy of respect! Álvaro Morata was just an ordinary player. But your attitude towards him really touched me! You are a real coach! A person who should be respected! I also understand why Juan and Mata's father trusts you so much! "
Hearing such a blatant compliment. Li Ang felt a little ashamed. If he did not know the achievements that Morata would achieve in the future. He reckoned that he would not have the leisure to pay attention to a child who would be eliminated from professional football at any time …
"All right! Alvaro! " Li Ang clapped his hands. "Come on, son. Get ready to sign the contract. This is your first contract in your professional career! Son, have you practiced signing? "Li Ang looked at young Morata and said with a serious face.
"I, I secretly practiced signing," young Morata said shyly.
Hahaha. Everyone laughed happily.
Li Ang and Morata's father signed the contract on behalf of the Sporting de Gijón club and the young player's guardian.
In the end, the twelve-year-old Alvaro Morata signed his name on two copies of the contract very seriously.
After signing, Li Ang reached out to shake hands with Morata's father, but the latter gave him a big bear hug. "Thank you, Mr. Coach!" the father said in a choked voice.
After the hug, Li Ang beckoned young Morata to come over. "Son, say goodbye to your father. Now, you are mine."
"Dad, don't worry. I will work hard. I will make you proud," young Morata said.
"Son, remember, you are a genius!" the father shouted.
Li Ang looked at the scene with a smile.
Fernandez and Paller also understood why the father kept saying these words. He was cheering for his son. As fathers, they were touched by this scene. In the winter of 2004, at the Maleo training base in Gijón, the tender scene became one of the memories of some people. For a young boy, he always thought that this was the day that changed his destiny.
Morata's father, Mr. Alfonso Morata, said goodbye to his son and turned to leave. After taking two steps, the father turned around and bowed slightly to Li Ang … to express his most sincere gratitude to the Chinese coach.
Li Ang smiled and waved his hand. He looked at Fernandez and Paller, who were looking at him with respect. He smiled and said, "I just did what a coach should do."
The two men were in awe!
PS: For the Wandering Scholar's Association Leader: Add chapter three.
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