At this time, the main referee is always pulling the players to say some dissatisfaction, he ran to remind Chang Sheng to pay attention to the game will continue. Chang Sheng was not moved, he just waved his hand, signaled the main referee to wait, and then patted Victor: "so more long-range shooting, only victory can make Real Madrid more glorious!"! All right, now go, go.. Seeing that the main referee was about to lose his temper, he quickly pushed Victor onto the court. ※※※ Miguel Parrales Porcellino Castro Hernandez sat in the nearest seat to the coach's bench in the stands and saw that his son had been called to warm up. After a few minutes of warm-up, he will definitely be replaced. That damn fool is sensible. He thought triumphantly. The director of Real Madrid Club twisted his paunchy body, even if he squeezed the fans on both sides, he did not even say sorry. He just looked up proudly at his son, Diego, the namesake of Maradona, the "King of the Ball". As for the four angry eyes beside him, he was unaware of them. He was full of anticipation for his son's first junior B team match. His son did let him come in through the back door, but he was confident of his son's strength and potential, and he was sure that his son was a once-in-a-century genius! He began to fantasize about his son coming on and killing to help Real Madrid's under-13 junior B team win, and then a legend began after this humble game. Like Butragueno, he will become the new leader and representative of Real Madrid in the future! But the smirk on the director's face faded away. Because he found that his son had been warming up on the sidelines for five minutes,silk olive tree, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes.. The first half of the game was almost over, and his son was still warming up. Meanwhile, Real Madrid finally broke the deadlock with a long-range shot from the No.14 player, took the lead and went all out to win another victory. The deadlock no longer exists, Real Madrid are two goals ahead! Does your own son have a fart show to play? Fuck! I got played by this ***ing bastard! The director of Real Madrid finally reflected it. ※※※ PS, the new book upload needs everyone's support! Recommend, collect and click, one can not be less! In addition, there is a watch at six in the afternoon! See the www. XiAoshuotxT. COM of the latest chapter of the fastest update of Wu Dong Qian Kun. Chapter 2 You should lose weight, faux grass wall ,large palm trees for sale, fat pig! (For collection) When Real Madrid director Miguel Parrales Porcellino Castro Hernandez found out he had been played by the bastard, he stormed to the front of the stands, clung to the railing and shouted at the back of the man who had crouched down again. Are you constipated! How long are you going to stay on the ground?! Be careful to shit in your crotch! ***ing idiot! Put on my son! Change to Diego! Do you hear me?! Hear-see-no-yes-?! Fuck! You're deaf, aren't you? Don't be a coward! Stand up if you're a man! Do you have the guts to not let my son play? Do you have the guts to accept my anger! Come on, come on! Come face to face with me! I'm gonna kick your ass, you idiot! Don't beg me for mercy when you're lying on the ground! He doesn't care that now Real Madrid's junior B team has a two-goal lead and doesn't need his great talent Diego to break the deadlock. Hearing the duck's cry, Chang Sheng felt the veins on his forehead rising, and the grass stems in his mouth were bitten off by him. Angrily, he spat out the remaining part of his mouth, then pulled one from the turf and put it in his mouth again. Then he decided to turn a deaf ear to the duck behind him. So everyone could hear a fat man pointing at the coach of Real Madrid's junior B team, and all kinds of Spanish curses jumped out of his mouth, and the words were as bad as they could be. For a time, he became the most eye-catching guy, everyone turned to see him, and his limelight even overwhelmed the game on the court. Even the young players on the court can't help but stop and look at the sidelines, wondering what's going on. Chang Sheng saw this and frowned. He had to stand up from the ground again. Then, with the voice of the fat duck, he shouted at the little players on his side to concentrate and not to put their energy off the court. A two-goal lead is not a safe score. At the same time, he was even more unhappy with the dead fat duck behind him who interfered with the normal order of the game. He clenched his fist. Don't push your ***ing luck, asshole! ※※※ Until the end of the first half, Diego, the son of director Miguel, was not replaced by the damn coach, but ran back and forth on the sidelines for 30 minutes. When the players on the bench began to walk to the dressing room, Diego dragged behind the crowd. When he passed a box of mineral water bottles, the unhappy Diego kicked on the box of mineral water bottles. With a bang, he didn't break the box, he just made a dull sound. But he managed to attract a lot of attention, including Chang Sheng, the head coach of the junior B team. Finding Chang Sheng staring at him, the boy, who felt as good as his father, raised his head and stared back through his nostrils. With his dad backing him up, he's not afraid of a head coach on a junior B team. Who is his father? His father is the director of the club! If the coach dares to do anything to him, he can guarantee that his father will have a way to get him out of the ChaMartin training base! So he's even looking forward to that ***ing idiot doing something to himself, so his dad can have an excuse.. But he didn't wait for the thunderous fury of the head coach,artificial grass panels, or, technically, for anything. hacartificialtree.com