Giants would rather accept a season with nothing, accumulating enough power to take everything next season, instead of wasting a season timidly and even sacrificing future potential for a so-called league championship.
Nor would they give up other championships for a so-called league championship. Even if they are not strong enough, they’ll sprint towards all championships with full force.
What Pellegrini did was shortsighted; he destroyed the cornerstone of Real Madrid’s future, turning an all-powerful player into a single functional player.
And while he talked about Chen Zhong sacrificing for the team, he was actually sacrificing the team to satisfy personal interests.
...
After Raiola hung up the phone, he let out a deep breath and then dialed Florentino’s number.
"Damn old fox, I already said all that you wanted to say, damn it."
After saying this, Raiola hung up the phone capriciously, not giving Florentino any chance to react. Florentino cursed Raiola several tis as a "damn fatty" and "madman" before suddenly bursting into laughter.
This ti, becoming Real Madrid’s president again, he had a grand blueprint, having learned from past lessons.
He once succumbed under the "threat" of the Spanish local faction, conjuring the "Zidane Pavin" policy, and the Real Madrid dressing room never truly stabilized.
But now, heaven gave him an opportunity to internationalize and control the local factions.
However, Chen Zhong seems too young and idealistic.
"I originally thought he would make a fuss." Florentino leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
He controlled the dressing room and secured support from the upper managent. Such a player, in the past, would have long led the players against the coach.
Might even force the club into a choice between two options, but Chen?
This might be a good thing!
Yet Florentino still hopes he doesn’t only beco a sacrificer or executor.
He should be soone who thinks independently and has his own opinions.
He still needs to grow!
...
Madrid, Sports City
Milan is preparing to travel from Italy to Spain. Pellegrini held an internal tactical eting of the team, with Francisco standing aside, expressionless, watching the scene.
After Alonso’s injury, if Pellegrini doesn’t want to change the existing frawork, the only man who can handle the defensive midfielder position is Chen Zhong.
Sure enough, when Pellegrini announced his starting lineup, Chen Zhong was locked in the defensive midfield position just like in the league.
A squatting defensive midfielder.
Pellegrini’s voice echoed in the dressing room; coaching Real Madrid was far smoother than he imagined. Although the upper managent held tight on transfers, his control over the dressing room was strong.
"Chen."
"I hope in this match, you can reduce the team’s forward thrust as much as possible, just like in the league." Pellegrini called Chen Zhong’s na in front of all the players, stating his demands.
Unknowingly, during matches, whether before, after, or during, he always liked stating his requirents publicly, always liked to call out Chen Zhong’s na.
A big reason for this is probably because Chen Zhong never refuted him.
However, this ti it’s different.
As Pellegrini wanted to continue discussing strategies for the upcoming Champions League group stage match, Chen Zhong spoke up.
His voice wasn’t loud, but it burst in the dressing room like thunder.
All the players looked up at Chen Zhong, and Pellegrini’s originally certain expression turned surprised.
"What did you just say?" Pellegrini’s pupils slightly enlarged as he looked at Chen Zhong and said: "I think I heard you speak just now."
"I said." Chen Zhong took a deep breath, stood up from the chair, and looked at Pellegrini. "I will not."
Chen Zhong stood up from the chair, and then Marcelo, who didn’t know what was going on, clumsily stood up, followed by Negredo, Granero, Pepe...
One after another, eventually all the players in the dressing room stood up, wearing different expressions as they looked at Pellegrini.
Pellegrini’s heartbeat began to accelerate, and he turned around in search of Francisco’s support, but Francisco unknowingly had moved to Chen Zhong’s side.
No, I still have a chance.
Soone must have said sothing to him.
I absolutely cannot lose control of the dressing room.
Pellegrini realized the threat: If a coach loses control of the dressing room, even if the club’s upper managent appreciates him, he can only be sacrificed.
Not to ntion Florentino already had issues with him.
"It’s crucial right now."
"Chen."
"I understand your feelings, but in this position, no one can do better than you."
"Can we win the championship with this strategy?" Chen Zhong looked up at Pellegrini and said: "Is this tactic designed for us to strive for the Triple Crown?"
"What?" Pellegrini exclaid in surprise, intending to use the sa rhetoric from last ti to inspire Chen Zhong, using the promise of a league championship and unity to make him prioritize the bigger picture.
But now, this sudden question made Pellegrini’s head slightly dizzy.
No...
Does this guy even know what he’s talking about?
Triple Crown?
Triple Crown isn’t just winning three championships in a season; it’s not what "Triple Crown" ans.
Usually, it refers to a football club winning the dostic top league championship, dostic FA cup championship, and continental top-tier cup championship in a single season, earning the honor of the Triple Crown.
In other words, if Real Madrid wants to achieve the Triple Crown, they must win the La Liga championship, the Spanish King’s Cup championship, and the Champions League championship, then they can be called the Triple Crown.
And in the history of La Liga, the only team to achieve the Triple Crown was last season’s Barcelona.
This is an unparalleled achievent.
And now, he suddenly ntions Triple Crown?
"It’s unrealistic."
"I believe our goal should be more aligned with reality."
"If we unite as one, I believe we can win the league championship." Pellegrini once again threw out the promise of the league championship. In football, winning a league championship is already quite impressive for non-giant teams, and he hasn’t yet realized Chen Zhong has changed.
He believed Chen Zhong would be content with the promise of a league championship.
Standing behind Chen Zhong, most of the players already showed expressions of "dissatisfaction," marking the first ti Pellegrini stated their goal in the dressing room, seeing the league championship as too low for many players.
"Do you an we can’t compete for the championship in the Champions League or King’s Cup?"
"If." Chen Zhong waved his hand to interrupt Pellegrini, continuing: "If you are the coach of Real Madrid, you can’t say such things."
"You must try, you must strive."
"I don’t an to offend you."
"But what you’re doing is wrong right now."
"We not only need the league championship but all other championships we can achieve."
"Greed might leave you with nothing." Pellegrini looked at Chen Zhong and finally realized what this kid wanted to do.
He’s trying to rebel!
He’s damn well trying to rebel!
"Things are too complicated; you can’t grasp them, Chen."
"Leave everything to ; you just need to follow the tactical requirents and play each match well."
"No." Chen Zhong unceremoniously rebuffed Pellegrini and said: "We are on the wrong path."
"Real Madrid never fears failure; it fears aningless failure."
"We’re never about stable tactics."
"But tactics that bring victory, championships, and honor to the team."
Pellegrini’s body trembled slightly, realizing at this mont that he had never truly controlled the dressing room, nor had he controlled the "kid" in front of him.
"What are you going to do!?"
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