Anyone who works hard in their profession and claims to have no ambition—well, that's probably just nonsense.
And Li Ang, a tireless workhorse reborn in youth with a "grind mode" ntality, was certainly not short on ambition.
In today's football world, who could truly claim they trained harder than Li Ang?
No one.
No player would dare say that out loud.
Li Ang's relentless training ethic was already recognized by teammates, dia, and fans alike as the gold standard—he was known as the hardest-working active player in the ga.
So does he have ambition?
Of course he does!
From the outside, Li Ang already looked like the perfect package: 21 years old, a chest full of honors, considered one of the top five in his position worldwide. What more could he possibly want?
But after winning the treble with Real Madrid last season, Li Ang had already stopped aiming to be just the best in his position.
Now, he had the confidence to reach even higher.
Of course, he wasn't naive enough to announce those lofty goals publicly.
But inside, he knew—his ambition was burning hot.
He and Cristiano Ronaldo were more than teammates—they were brothers-in-arms, each willing to give 100% for the other on the pitch.
Seeing Cristiano tear up at the Ballon d'Or ceremony, Li Ang was genuinely moved and happy for his friend.
But that didn't stop him from longing—deeply—for that golden trophy.
Not just him.
Sitting nearby were Neymar, Iniesta, Falcao—all with the sa desire in their eyes.
At an award show like this, how could they not feel that way?
Still, Li Ang's rational side eventually won out.
This night belonged to Ronaldo. Maybe next January in Zurich would too.
He didn't want a single snapshot of a misplaced expression to spark rumors about jealousy or tension between him and Ronaldo.
As clarity returned to his eyes, a small smile crept onto Li Ang's lips.
When Ronaldo finished his speech, thunderous applause followed—and Li Ang's clapping hands were right there in the front row.
The rest of the event was less interesting for him.
Fortunately, the ceremony ran smoothly and didn't drag on.
As soon as it ended, Li Ang and Neymar, both restless, slipped outside for so fresh air.
"I really envy you, Li Ang," Neymar admitted without hesitation. "We're the sa age, but you've already won everything in Europe. I'm still stuck in the Brazilian league."
Li Ang chuckled and casually extended an invitation.
"Then co to Madrid. You'll fill up an entire trophy shelf in no ti."
Neymar laughed heartily at the joke.
"We'll see… The sumr window is still far away. Anything could happen.
But after tonight, I need so ti to reflect."
"Why's that?"
"Cristiano was just… unstoppable last year. Like a hungry beast still obsessed with winning everything.
But I want the Ballon d'Or too. And if I co to Madrid, I don't think I'll stand out for at least three or four years."
Neymar's comnt was more playful than serious, and Li Ang joined in the laughter.
The two chatted a bit longer, exchanged contact info, and went their separate ways.
After the FIFA awards night ended, most players took red-eye flights ho.
The calendar was packed—regardless of who won or lost, everyone needed to shift focus for the second half of the season.
While players returned to training grounds, fans exploded with discussions online.
The eternal ssi vs. Ronaldo debate was reignited, with Ronaldo fans finally getting their mont in the spotlight.
Online chaos ensued.
anwhile, Jorge ndes capitalized on the hype, going viral with a photo of himself flanked by his three biggest clients—Ronaldo, Mourinho, and Li Ang.
Fans were amazed by ndes' keen eye.
One was the most-discussed and arguably most dominant manager in the ga.
One was a two-ti Ballon d'Or winner after a six-title season.
And one was the undisputed star of the post-90s generation.
Between the present and future of football, ndes held all the cards.
No wonder fans were fascinated.
But back in Madrid, ndes' clients weren't celebrating.
They didn't even get a few days to enjoy the fruits of their collective glory.
With only a day and a half of prep ti left, Real Madrid had to face Celta Vigo in the second leg of the Copa del Rey Round of 16.
These cramd dostic cup fixtures right after the holidays were a nightmare.
Not just for the players—even fans found them annoying.
During this stretch, nearly every La Liga club was forced to play both league and cup gas back to back.
Lower-tier teams worried about relegation often ended up fielding B-teams in the cup, prioritizing the league instead.
Which raised the question:
Who actually wants to watch cup gas filled with rotation players and academy kids?
The Copa del Rey had quantity, sure. But the quality? Often lacking.
This wasn't a new complaint.
Clubs grumbled every year.
But nothing ever changed.
The Spanish FA insisted on stuffing four full cup rounds into the coldest month—January.
Then, like magic, they'd spread out the semifinals and final across February and May.
Mourinho ranted about it in his tactical eting—but in the end, he still had to field his best XI at the Bernabéu.
In the first leg, Madrid had lost 1–2 with a heavily rotated squad.
Now, it was all hands on deck.
Before the match began, Ronaldo showcased his Ballon d'Or to the ho crowd.
Legends like Zidane, Ronaldo Nazário, Raúl, and Beckham either showed up in person or sent in video ssages.
The energy in the stadium surged—Celta Vigo's players were visibly rattled.
South Korean journalists who had co to report on Park Chu-Young barely paid attention to him anymore, turning their caras toward Madrid's superstar squad.
The match kicked off.
Celta tried to bring the fight, hoping to impress in front of a massive crowd.
But Real Madrid weren't in the mood for formalities.
In the opening minutes, two long balls from Alonso to Ronaldo had Celta's backline retreating fast.
And Park Chu-Young?
He barely got going.
In his first possession, Matuidi knocked him off balance.
He had a few more touches, sure. But each was more awkward than the last.
Late in the first half, he tried to break forward—only to be cleanly dispossessed by Li Ang.
His final stats?
4 dribble attempts: 0 successful13 passes: 9 completed1 aerial duel: lost2 fouls committed5 possessions lost0 shots
No surprise that he was subbed off at halfti.
Celta's current level wasn't enough for more than survival in La Liga.
Trying to go toe-to-toe with Real Madrid at the Bernabéu?
A massacre.
6–0.
Ronaldo scored a hat trick.
Benzema added a goal and assist.
Callejón and Higuaín also found the net.
With a statent win, Madrid advanced to the Copa del Rey quarterfinals.
But there was no ti to rest—they had to prepare imdiately for Matchday 19 against Osasuna.
Even worse?
Madrid would play six more matches in the remaining 22 days of January.
Two matches per week.
Three league matches.
Three cup ties.
Originally, Mourinho had planned to rotate heavily in the cup.
But then the draw ca out—
Valencia.
And not just in the cup.
Madrid would play three consecutive matches against Valencia:
Copa del Rey Quarterfinal, Leg 1La Liga Matchday 20Copa del Rey Quarterfinal, Leg 2
It was a repeat of last year's gauntlet against Athletic Bilbao.
Back then, one of those matches was postponed.
But this ti, there was no delay.
So now, a serious question lood over the coaching staff:
Should Real Madrid keep pushing for glory on all three fronts—
or pull back and focus on two?
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