On the sidelines, their head coach was running with all his legs. As he ran, one hand kept waving forward, like an offensive drumbeat.

"Run! Boy! You can do it!" Li Ang shouted at the top of his lungs.

Barcelona defender Valiente was about to step forward to intercept. He started in a panic, but his foot slipped... Then he looked up in despair as Callejon passed by him like the wind.

"Good job!!!!" Li Ang roared.

Now, the only thing standing in front of Callejon is Barcelona goalkeeper Planzilla.

"Cum in!" Li Ang gritted his teeth.

Amidst the loud shouts of the fans on the sidelines.

Under the hoarse shouts of head coach Leon, Callejon easily passed Planzilla, who had lost his center of gravity.

Then, push into the empty goal!

The ball went in! The ball went in!

Before the end of the first half, the Real Madrid Under-17 Boys A team made a thunderous blow and led their century-old rival Barcelona Under-17 Boys A Team 1:0!

After scoring the goal, Callejon was very tired, but the kid did not stop running. He turned around and rushed to the sidelines, rushing towards the coach who was breathing heavily with his hands on his hips.

Li Ang put his hands on his hips, his face flushed with excitement, and winked at Callejon, who rushed over, but the latter threw him to the ground. More children rushed up and jumped on their coach.

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"You guys, stop! Stop, my new clothes! Whose hands? Where did all this mud come from?! Who touched my butt!" The joy and the indifference of the head coach of the Real Madrid youth team could be heard throughout the training ground.

A concealed whine of triumph…
Chapter completed!