At the Bernabeu!

Put the football into Real Madrid's goal?!

In the net, the football was there, seeming to be greeting him.

Then, the Italian's nose felt sore, his eyes began to turn red, and he felt an urge to cry.

This grassroots striker never dreamed that one day, on such a stage, at the Bernabeu, he would score a goal for Real Madrid!

Then, the Italian striker was swarmed by his teammates, surrounded by those crazy teammates. They hugged him, they slapped him on the shoulders, slapped him on the head...

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On the sidelines, Li Ang ran like a player on the sidelines of the Bernabeu. He ran, and then he stopped. He raised his right arm, clenched his fist, and raised it high!

Above him are Real Madrid's president's box and VIP stands.

Under the gaze of these rich and famous people, this young coach from the distant ancient country in the East proudly raised his right arm and his right fist!

Raise it high and proudly!

Point towards the sky and wave hard!

Proud!

proudly!

PS: The second update, this chapter has been revised three times, deleted once, and rewritten once. The final chapter is dedicated to everyone.

At this moment, my eyes are a little red, and in my mind is this scene: the huge Bernabeu, silent, Li Ang proudly raises his arms, he holds his head high, he is so proud, he is so proud...
Chapter completed!