"What's the matter?"

Gao Han suddenly shouted, which surprised Paul Futre and Matayana.

Why did you shout so loudly for no reason?

Gao Han suddenly woke up and shook his head quickly, "Nothing, nothing."

Even if you beat me to death, you can't say all that you see!

When he looked at the stadium again, Javier del Pino, Gao Han shook his head in his heart.

The potential is not as strong as others. Tell me, such a player has a future?

Gao Han didn't like this type of center forward, but now after observing his data, he is even more sure of his judgment. This guy is precocious and a flash in the pan type.

With the introduction of Paul Futrey, Gao Han's eyes gradually fell on the youth team.

The first one to bear the brunt is definitely his old friend, Fernando Torres.

Little Freckles scored a wonderful goal at this time, winning the repeated cheers on the court.

Gao Han thought and looked over with golden eyes. A window immediately popped up from Torres' head.

As a result, when he saw this, he shouted again with surprise: "Oh my god, are you wrong?"

"Fernando Jose Torres Sanz, Spain, sixteen."

"Current strength: one hundred and nine; future potential: one hundred and eighty-five."

This little freckle turns out to be the embryo of another top superstar?

Where does he look like a top superstar in the future?

Especially, as soon as Gao Han thinks of the devout look of this kid looking at him, he will be completely unable to associate him with the future top superstar.

Oh my god, two future superstars?

Is there really nothing wrong?

Gao Han was afraid that something was wrong with his coaching system, so he immediately pointed his realization at another person on the court.

"Gabriel Fernandez Arenas, Spain, seventeen."

"Current strength: one hundred and one, future potential: one hundred and sixty-five."

Although this player named Gabriel has a potential of up to 160 and has the middle and upper level of La Liga, Gao Han is more acceptable than Torres and Villa.

At least, the stimulation to the heart is not that great.

But I was still worried, so I randomly watched a few of them who performed well.

"Antonio Lopez, Spain, eighteen."

"Current ability: one hundred and sixteen; future potential: one hundred and sixty-five."

He turned out to be another player at the middle and upper level of La Liga.

"Manu del Moral, Spain, sixteen."

"Current strength: ninety-five; future potential: one hundred and fifty."

Oh, this high center forward is also quite good!

"Raul Michel Kamala, Spain, sixteen."

"Current strength: ninety-six; future potential: one hundred and thirty."

...

Gao Han looked at all the more than 20 players of Atletico Madrid's u19-year-old age group in this breath, and found that the players' strength and potential were both high and low. Only then did he confirm that there was no problem with the coaching system.

In other words, Torres and Villa really have the potential to become top superstars.

Of course, the potential is unknown. No one can guarantee whether it will be achieved in the future, but one thing that is certain is that they are definitely better than the so-called talented star Pino in the second team.

Even Gabriel, who was only seventeen years old in the youth team, was better than David Curbilo.

Those guys who are optimistic about Pino but not Torres must be blind!

This really corresponds to the saying, there are often horses that are thousands of miles apart, but there are not many Bole.

How many head coaches are everywhere, but how many are they able to distinguish and entrust them to be used?

However, since you have seen it, you cannot let it go no matter what.

Just when Gao Han made a decision in his heart, the middle-aged man who was talking to Zanburano just now was outside the first team training ground, and had already detoured to the youth team training area.

"Haha, long time no see, Paul!"

"Hey, it's you, Sesque, long time no see!"

Matayana turned her head and said softly to Gao Han: "He is a reporter of Ashes, Seske."

"Oh." Gao Han understood.

Ass and Marca are both quite famous, claiming to be the two most appealing newspapers in Madrid's fan group.

Matayana hesitated for a moment and reminded: "He is specifically responsible for tracking Atletico Madrid's news and has been friends with Zambrano for many years."

This made Gao Han frown.

"So you are here too, Javier."

After Sesque shook hands with Paul Futre, he quickly turned his eyes to Gao Han and Matayana.

"If I'm not mistaken, you must be Gao Han, the new head coach of Atletico Madrid's second team."

"Hello." Gao Han reached out his hand.

But after seeing Nascesk shake hands with Matayana, he pretended not to see Gao Han's hand stretching out and directly retreated.

Gao Han's face suddenly darkened.

Futerre and Matayana also looked unhesitant.

"Originally, our Ass newspaper didn't have much interest in the head coach of the second team, but you are Chinese and are quite special, so we are considering giving you an exclusive interview. I have chosen the location, right in the Poseidon Square, the Goddess of the Sea."

Speaking of this, Seske suddenly frowned, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Gao Han, have you heard of the Poseidon Square?"

Gao Han couldn't answer because he didn't know.

"Sesque." Futerre and Matayana both reminded each other in unison.

They all saw that this guy was not good at coming.

"We Atletico Madrid have two nicknames, the Bedding Legion, the Son of the Sea God, so our championship celebration is held in the Plaza Poseidon of the Sea God."

After a pause, Seske looked at Gao Han with a sneer, "But don't worry, although there are many Atletico Madrid fans gather there, I believe no one should know you."

Gao Han looked blue with a subway face.

After passing through Sesque, he saw Zambrano looking at this side through the barbed wire in the first team training ground in the distance, with a gloating sneer.

This bastard is deliberately trying to make his own ugly!

"How is it? For you, it is a rare opportunity to be on the Ashes page!" Seske said arrogantly.

Gao Han once again fell on the jumping clown in front of him, hummed twice, and sneered.

"I'm not interested!"

Seske's smile froze and then turned cold.

But before he could react, Gao Han pointed at him, "Not only did I not have any interest in your interview today, but I would not even have no interest in your interview from now on. You'd better not let me see you again."

"Also, get back and tell him, don't mess with me if you're fine!"

"You..." Seske was furious.

Who is he?

Behind the famous journalist of Ashes, the uncrowned king!

This newborn rookie, who is not qualified, dares to poke and scold himself in person like this?

But Gao Han stopped looking at him at all, and turned to Zambrano in the distance behind him, and directly showed a middle finger.

You are such a fucking coward!

If you have the ability, go for it yourself!

Zambrano was so angry that he gritted his teeth and punched him hard on the wire mesh!

"Hmph, you have a habit, but I promise you have been here for less than three months. If you don't believe me, please go and see!"

Paul Futrey's face was gloomy, he could feel that Zambrano did not leave any face for him.

This bastard actually dared to give Gao Han a warning on the spot in front of him?

Too much, too much!

But he had no choice but to do with Zambrano.

This guy is a famous local coach in Madrid. He has excellent results in leading the team before. He is very appealing in Atletico Madrid's local fan group. He has coached for many years and has a wide connection, so he should not be underestimated.
To be continued...