"I still remember that a year ago, when we defeated the Bernabeu Stadium, there was a Spanish reporter. I still clearly remember his name, Luis Cano of the Marca, pointed at me and asked, "Didn't you say you want to capture the Bernabeu? What about now? Is it successful?"

The entire locker room was so quiet that only Ye Qiu's voice was left. The other staff members quit because in the last few minutes, Ye Qiu and his players belonged to him, and they were one.

"Even now, I still remember clearly. His tone was extremely arrogant, as if he was stepping on my head, pointing at me with great contempt. His tone was full of sarcasm and disdain. I was very angry at that time, but I couldn't refute it. Because we lost, I could only choose to leave, and behind me, there was a sneer everywhere."

"I never understand why their ridicule, their disdain, and their sarcasm? Just because they are Real Madrid? A wealthy family? Should they be above and overlook all living beings? Or are they born with the royal emblem, and are they nobler than others? More respectful than others?"

Ye Qiu paused and calmed down his tone, "Am we Chinese, a commoner said more than two thousand years ago, "Would you rather have a king, prince, general, and minister? It means that no one is born noble, no one is born respectful, and this person eventually led to the destruction of an extremely powerful empire."

"No one should be born to be superior, and no one can win forever. All of this requires their own efforts to create. So I believe very, very much, that is, today, their Real Madrid is a powerful empire that is, and we are just a trivial minion under their noses."

"But it's also today. My minions are just not convinced by them. I just don't agree with them. Why can they stand on our heads? Aren't they noble? Isn't they respect? Then I will push down their nobility and respect, step on our feet, and trample on them unscrupulously."

"This is not a football game, guys," Ye Qiu pointed at this group of players and shouted with almost all his strength, "This is a war that concerns our dignity and our honor and disgrace. I believe that countless fans in the world will stand by us, and I believe even more that there is a great miracle waiting for us to create."

Ye Qiu swept over everyone present, his eyes were bloodshot and covered with bloodshot, "We will not forget today, and we will never forget this war. As long as we defeat Real Madrid and win this game, we will create miracles, and all of you will be recorded in the history of football because of this."

"Today, your feelings, your passions, and your every move will become the memories and images that all fans talk about tomorrow or even later will remain in this world and in everyone's memory forever."
Chapter completed!