As for Barcelona, ​​with the current high and cold conditions, it is still quite far from this coaching position.

Gao Han's attitude became very clear.

If Atletico Madrid gives him a better coaching environment and offers conditions that satisfy him, he will choose to stay with the team.

But on the other hand, if it doesn't work, he will probably go to other teams.

But no matter what, Lin Xia believes that Gao Han will definitely not disappoint people.

"Do you know, what am I thinking now?" Gao Han asked suddenly.

Lin Xia still looked ahead and shook her head, "What do you think?"

"I was wondering how to catch the feeling I felt last night."

"Um?"

"Whether it is the King's Cup or the Spanish Second Division champion, it is nothing. The former is not very important, and its influence cannot even leave Spain, while the latter is just a second-level league."

Lin Xia continued to drive, without answering, but listened attentively.

"I like the feeling of winning the championship last night. I also believe that if I have the chance to win La Liga, European championships, or even Champions League championships, it will definitely be more satisfying and even more crazy!"

Speaking of this, Gao Han turned to Lin Xia and asked with a smile: "Do you think I'm a little swelling?"

"How could this be swelling?"

“Isn’t it?”

"Of course not, this is a dream!" Lin Xia answered very affirmatively, and then said a very thoughtful chicken soup word.

"As human beings, they always have dreams, otherwise, what's the difference between them and salted fish?"

"Who heard of this?"

"Forgot!" Lin Xia smiled sweetly again.

This smile, from Gao Han's perspective, was so beautiful that people were heart-pounding.

But she was right. If a person has no dreams, then what is the difference between a salted fish?

With Lin Xia's words, Gao Han became even more determined in his thoughts.
Chapter completed!