"bite!"

"Congratulations on winning a game successfully, and rewarding one for achieving success."

"bite!"

"Congratulations on successfully setting up a personal coaching record, three to zero, and rewarding one achievement."

As soon as the game ended, the coaching system pushed the reward, and Gao Han was so happy that he couldn't stop talking.

Two more achievement points!

This skill card can be upgraded again.

One star to rise to two stars, it takes one achievement point, but two stars to rise to three stars, two, three stars to rise to four stars, and so on. If the six stars to rise to the top seven stars, it takes thirty-two achievement points.

Although this is difficult,... the skill card is really easy to use!

Gao Han now has two achievement points, and he can upgrade a skill card. Is it better to upgrade a defense card? Or an offensive card?

Oh, by the way, wait a little longer, upgrade can reset the cooldown time, but now upgrade is at a disadvantage.

Thinking of this, Gao Han suppressed the urge to upgrade and quit the coaching system.

The fans around the stadium were cheering and congratulating Chinatown on a wonderful game.

Before the game, they all chose to support the strong Getafe II team, but after this game, they all completely changed their minds against Chinatown and were even conquered.

At least at this moment, they were all celebrating Chinatown from the bottom of their hearts.

"Hello, Mr. Emiro, this is such a wonderful game, right?"

Gao Han took two steps, arrived at the visiting team coaching area, and reached out to Emiro with a smile.

The famous Madrid head coach had a very gloomy face at this time.

Zero to three, this was definitely a tragic blow to Getafe Team 2.

But what is even more unacceptable is that they actually lost to an amateur team, which is simply a shame!

Even Emiro doubted whether he would be fired because of this.

When he thought that he might not have a safe job, Emiro didn't care about anything else. He stared at Gao Han fiercely for a while, snorted coldly, turned around and left, too lazy to hold his hands.

"Oh, what an irrespectful guy!"

Gao Han didn't mind either. He looked at his right hand that stretched out and smiled.

He is the winner, and he is very happy to be able to win this game, so why would he care about anything else?

"This is such a wonderful and exciting game, Mr. Head Coach!"

Just as he turned around and was about to go back, a voice came from beside him.

Gao Han looked back and saw two people coming, one was the Mediterranean in his thirties and the other was a freckled boy.

"Thank you!" Gao Han smiled and reached out his hand.

"Hello, Javier Matayana." The Mediterranean man smiled silly.

"Hello, my name is Gao Han."

The freckled boy next to him immediately reached out to his hands after Gao Han shook hands with Matayana.

"Hello, sir, my name is Fernando Torres, you can call me Ferdy."

It seems that the young man admires Gao Han's performance of commanding the team just now and defeating the strong with the weak.

"Mr. Gao Han, please forgive me for taking the liberty. Have you ever played football before?" Matayana asked with concern.

Gao Han shook his head, "No, but I worked in our professional team in China for six or seven years, and then went to Barcelona Autonomous University to study football."

"Oh, that's a famous university in the football world, as famous as the Cologne Sports Academy in Germany and the University of Liverpool in the UK."

"Yes, during my further study, I have been internships in Barcelona's first team."

"Follow Van Gaal?" Matayana's eyes lit up.

Luis van Gaal, a famous Dutch coach, is now the most famous top coach in Europe, but not long ago, he just announced that he had left Barcelona, ​​which had been coaching for three years, but this did not damage his reputation.

"Yes." Gao Han nodded.

Matayana thought to himself that it was no wonder that he was a famous teacher.

Although Van Gaal has left Barcelona, ​​it is not a crime of war, and his contributions to Barcelona over the past three years have always been unanimously recognized by people in the circle.

Gao Han only noticed the camera hanging on Matayana's chest at this time and understood a little.

"Javier, are you a reporter?"

"Yeah, Marca."

Gao Han said oh, he was not familiar with Maca and the Spanish media.

"Can you call all your players here and let me take a picture?" Matayana asked with a smile, shaking her camera.

"Of course, no problem."

Gao Han smiled and turned around, "Hey, brothers, come and take a photo!"

With his greeting, the players who were originally scattered immediately ran over.

This also made Matayana notice that every Chinatown player looked at Gao Han with a sense of admiration.

It's really not easy!

"Oh my god, Javier Matayana?"

"Are you Javier Matayana?"

"What? Javier Matayana of Marca?"

The players exclaimed.

On the contrary, Gao Han was a little surprised, "Is he very famous?"

"Oh, please, boss, Marca's chief reporter, specializes in tracking top stars and is known as brothers and brothers to many big-name stars. In Spanish football, do you think you have a name?"

Gao Han was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, the Mediterranean, which smiled silly, was so famous.

"It's just a little fiction." Matayana smiled faintly, looking like he didn't have the airs of a famous reporter at all.

Gao Han didn't say anything after seeing it, and greeted the players and prepared to line up to take photos.

"Boss, here."

"Yes, you stand in the middle, boss!"

"Hehe, the boss has to stand in the most conspicuous part in the middle to be verbal."

Gao Han had no choice but to stand in the middle.

Matayana smiled, took a few steps back, and raised her camera.

"Okay, prepare, look at the camera, one, two, three, click!"

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The amateur team made a three-goal counterattack, and the Chinese coach created an epic battle!

The next day, Marca published a commentary article by Matayana in a prominent place in the second edition of the football, specifically reporting on the community invitational game in Fuen Lavrada and a small, post-match family photo of Chinatown.

In this article, Matayana introduced this thrilling game with his passionate words, describing the whole process in a tortuous way, making people excited and excited.

Gao Han, this unknown rookie coach and Chinatown, an amateur team that has always been insignificant around Madrid, has also entered the sight of all readers of Marca for the first time.

But some people are very dissatisfied.

Next door to Pistas, in the office of Fuen Lavrada Club, Chairman Aalto and head coach Cabanilas seemed even more indignant after reading this article in the newspaper Marca.

"Did Matayana collect money from the Chinese and write soft articles? He actually made this Chinatown team like this?"

Arto hummed twice, "Don't he know that in Fuenlavrada, we are the flags?"

"That's right, we worked hard to reverse the arch-rival in Arcocon, but he didn't report it. Even Real Madrid second team Castia and Atletico Madrid second team were just mentioned, but we focused on reporting on this amateur team?"

Head coach Cabanilas shook his head and sneered, "If you want to say it's okay, who will believe it?"

The European Cup in full swing has just come to an end. All the teams are preparing for the game. The transfer market is very lively, but there are few football matches. In the surrounding areas of Madrid, this community invitational tournament with a public welfare nature is now.

Many newspapers such as Marca, Ass and National also reported on this event, but only Marca focuses on Chinatown, and several other newspapers have focused on professional teams, especially the strongest Castia and Atletico Madrid second team.

These two teams are recognized as favorites to win the championship!

"The third round draw is out, Fun Lavrada Derby."

When Arto said this, she looked at his head coach with warnings, "Lorenzo, don't repeat Emiro's mistakes!"

Cabanilas narrowed his eyes and raised his head slightly, not without pride, "I'm not a fool like Emiro, I won't give the Chinese even a little chance."

At the end of the day, Cabanilas looked confident.

After all, Fuen Lavrada is a professional team in the third-level second league in Spain, and its strength is obviously better than Getafe II in the fourth-level second league.
To be continued...