The former president of Real Madrid, Florentino, is one of Spain's most successful entrepreneurs. He has always aspired to bee the greatest president in Real Madrid's history, surpassing even Santiago Bernabéu.

  To realize this ambition, he implemented a "superstar strategy," signing numerous star pyers and making Real Madrid the most dazzling "Galácticos" in football history. He also had grand pns to renovate the Santiago Bernabéu Stadium.

  I years, European football clubs have increasingly reized the importance of stadium business development, especially giants like Real Madrid. The VIP boxes gee signifit revenue annually. Florentino's pn included moving Real Madrid's administrative offices from the Bernabéu to the north of the Valdebebas training base.

  Unfortunately, with Florentinnation, this pn ut on hold.

  So, anyone visiting the gate of Real Madrid's first-team training area see a rge empty space. The surrounding barriers dispy information about Real Madrid's new office building project, but there is no sign of stru.

  However, for two secutive days, it became extremely lively here.

  It's not that the project resumed, but many Real Madrid fans spontaneously gathered at Valdebebas to protest the team's sudden coag ge.

  Their appeal was simple: they didn't mind a coag ge, but they wanted a famous coach. How could a 25-year-old rookie fresh out of school take charge of Real Madrid?

  Wouldn't it be better t back Del Bosque or Hierro?

  The pyers usually arrived at the training base around nine o'clock, but the fans showed up more than an hour earlier.

  One or two hundred fans stood sparsely at the gate, holding banners casually. They only shouted slogans in unisohey saw vehicles ing and going; otherwise, they chatted among themselves.

  It didn't look like a demonstration but more like a casual gathering.

  Of course, Gao Shehat many fan protests in Spain were like this.

  Media reporters were also on the se. They didn't o capture the entire process, just a few photos of fans shouting slogaedly to publish in neers or online. Who would know what the se was really like?

  ...

  Gao Shen rode his bicycle to the gate of Valdebebas.

  Seeing the otion from a distance, he was taken abad wondered if he should take a detour.

  But he soon noticed that the demonstrators only blocked the vehicle entrand ighe pedestrian gate. Even as Gao Shen approached, no nized him.

  Another car approached, and the demonstrators started shouting again.

  "a boy, get out of the Bernabéu!"

  "Don't tarnish Real Madrid's history, ge the coach immediately!"

  "We don't accept rookie coag!"

  "Martín: The stupidest president in Real Madrid's history!"

  "ese, get out! Martín, step down!"

  Gao Shen pushed his bicycle and passed through the small gate. Hearing their disanized slogans, he felt a mix of absurdity and amusement. Were these people really here to protest?

  Even more surprisingly, they pletely ignored him.

  "Good m, José," Gao Shen habitually greeted the security captain as he passed.

  "Good m," the security captain nodded.

  There was a lot of side, but the Valdebebas staff had a good attitude tao Shen. They knew he was i in all this.

  At least, Gao Shen was still relut to move into the Real Madrid head coach's office.

  It was all because of that damn chairman.

  "They..." Gao Shen poio the protesting fans outside and asked the security captain.

  The security captain ughed, "They're here to protest you."

  Gao Shehe protest slogans included some ugly words, but the problem was...

  Sensing Gao Shen's fusion, the security captain ughed again, "I guess they don't reize you, and you're wearing a hard hat, so..."

  His most obvious bck hair was covered, making it even harder to identify him.

  Gao Shen smiled bitterly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

  Should he be happy or sad?

  He was being protested by over 200 people, and the protesters didn't even know him. What kind of irony was this?

  "You might be the first Real Madrid head coae to the training base on a bicycle. They don't know, so they block the car entrance. Besides, even many Valdebebas staff don't reize you."

  After listening to the security captain, Gao Shen shrugged helplessly, "Should I be happy or sad?"

  The security captain smiled, "Don't think too much. We all know this has nothing to do with you."

  Gao Shen sighed and nodded, secretly feeling a bit pleased.

  It proved that what he had done in the past two days had some effect.

  Humans naturally sympathize with the vulnerable.

  At that moment, Gao Shen saw an Audi approag. Reizing the lise pte, he k was Beckham's car, so he said goodbye to the security captain and headed for the parking lot.

  Seeing Beckham's car, the protesting fans shouted again, but little did they know that Gao Shen had already slipped through the gate.

  ...

  Beckham saw Gao Shen pushing a bicycle. After being blocked by fans, he heard their protests and was curious why they let Gao Shen in but blocked him.

  His Spanish wasn't fluent, so he wondered if he misuood. Were the fans not protesting against Gao Shen but against the superstars?

  After finally getting in, he parked and saw Gao Shen looking at him not far away.

  Face to face, Beckham couldn't pretend not to see him. As he walked toward the locker room, he o Gao Shen, "Good m, Gao."

  "Good m, David," Gao Shen replied.

  When Beckham passed by, Gao Shen spoke again, "Why are they blog your car?"

  The Engnd star shook his head, "I don't know," looking puzzled.

  "They're protesting against me," Gao Shen smiled bitterly, "But... they don't seem to know me."

  Thinking of the absurd se, Beckham couldn't help but ugh.

  But on refle, it made sense.

  Who would think the head coach of Real Madrid would ride a bicycle to work?

  Even the sponsor, Audi, provided cars for the first-team pyers and coaches, but Gao Shen didn't have one.

  Even now, he still had an intern traot a formal coag tract.

  Beckham suddenly felt Gao Shen was wronged. He was just an interhis misfortune happened. How unlucky was that?

  Gao Shen graduated from Loughbh Uy near London, and Beckham was also from Engnd, near London, giving them a sense of closeness. They occasionally chatted in English.

  At Real Madrid, few could unicate with Beckham in English.

  "Don't think too much. We all know this isn't your fault," Beckham detected bitterness in Gao Shen's smile and couldn't help but sole him. "I believe it will pass soon, and you switch teams and start over."

  "After something like this, what other team I go to?" Gao Shen paused, looking at Beckham, "Or, could you reend one for me?"

  "No problem," Beckham readily agreed. "With your educatioing an internship at a Premier League team is no problem. I'll tact you wheime es."

  The Engnd midfielder offered a friendly smile of encement.

  Everyone who knew him uood that Beckham was a genuinely nice person.

  "It's just... I'm a bit unwilling!" Gao Shen gritted his teeth.

  "Unwilling?" Beckham was stunned.

  "I feel like a pawn, maniputed bad forth. It's not my fault, but everyone bmes me." Watg Beckham's rea, Gao Shen tinued.

  "It's like you. Since you joined Real Madrid in 2003, the team hasn't won a championship. Everyone bmes you. Do you think that's fair? Are you willing to accept that? Don't you feel a bit upset?"

  Shifting the focus from himself to Beckham caught the tter off guard, but what Gao Shen said struck a chord.

  Like Gao Shen, Beckham was full of rese.

  Why was he being bmed?

  Was it all his fault?

  Gao Shen noticed Beckham's expression and uood.

  In the first half of 2007, despite being sidelined by Capello and deg to leave for the US, Beckham pyed his best at Real Madrid out of sheer determination.

  For four years, everyone bmed Beckham for the failure of the superstar strategy. How many ridiculed him as a hyped-up star without substance?

  That determination allowed Beckham to endure all the pressure and ge everyone's opinion in half a year. He won his first championship at Real Madrid, making Capellret sidelining him and the club regret letting him transfer.

  Gao Shen's words ighe fire in Beckham's heart.

  "From Del Bosque's resignation to the departures of Makelele and Hierro, Real Madrid's offense and defense became disjointed. Queiroz's ges were unsuccessful. The team was imbanced with too many individualistic superstars in the front. This wasn't your fault, so why should you bear the brunt of the insults and accusations?"

  "David, haven't you ever wao make all those who insulted and accused yret it? To prove your strength and worth to the world? Are you willing to let the world tio misuand you?"

  Beckham looked at Gao Shen, feeling a profound impact.

  Had he thought about it?

  Of course, he had.

  But was it possible?

  He didn't know.

  "What do you want to do?" Beckham asked after regaining his posure.

  Gao Shen looked at Beckham with determination.

  "I need your help. I want to beat Atletico!"