Almighty Coach

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Castello was a key midfielder on the Real Madrid U15 team. He had been on the Real Madrid youth training system ever since he was young. Step by step, he eliminated his opponents one by one. He had already earned a place on Real Madrid by the time he joined the Real Madrid youth training camp. They already knew that he was strong enough to play for the team.

Castello was also a member of the Spanish National Youth Football Team, so he had a bright future ahead of him. It was only a matter of time before Castello joined the Real Madrid team.

Now, was with the Real Madrid U15 team in Villarreal, a city in the province of Castello within the Valencian Community in Spain. The U15 team of Real Madrid was about to play a match against the Barcelona U15 team.

Coincidentally, the Real Madrid and Barcelona teams were both staying in the same hotel.

The players of both teams knew each other. They were all the cream of the crop in their age group. Many of them had competed with each other since they were seven or eight years old. Many of them had been rivals for years.

At the same time, many of them were members of the Spanish national team, so they also used to be teammates that fought for the honor of Spain.

Castello met a former teammate in the hotel corridor. He was currently his opponent.

"Francisco! Long time no see!" Castello greeted him with a smile.

Francisco was a young player trained by Barcelona, but he had been on the Spanish National Youth Football Team. He was teammates with Castello and was also a midfielder. Francisco and Castello's technical characteristics complemented each other. One of them was partial to being very organized and the other was partial to defense. So when they were on the Spanish National Youth Football Team, the two of them became the twin-spears of the Spanish midfield. They had good chemistry and cooperated with each other.

Although Francisco and Castello currently served different masters, the friendship between the two remained.

"Francisco, we meet again. I feel a bit embarrassed about always beating you guys," Castello said snarkily.

At the U15 level, Real Madrid was indeed better so, as Castello said, Real Madrid did always beat Barcelona.

Francisco knew that Castello was not being malicious and that he was just teasing. He did not get angry, but instead said, "Castello, you guys used to win, but we will beat you this year!"

"Get out of here! You're dreaming!" Castello said with a smile. The two of them were familiar with each other, so they spoke casually.

Francisco shook his head, "What I said is true. I am not lying to you. We have an excellent newcomer this year. To be honest, I have never seen someone so good before!"

"Is that so? Where is he?" Castello asked.

"I will take you to see him." Francisco took Castello to the hotel's pool. Then Francisco pointed to Halls who was next to the pool and said, "Look. That is him!"

"That thin, small guy?" Castello looked at Halls. Halls was sitting alone by the pool at that time. He soaked his feet in the water and he was playing by himself.

"This kid is very good? Why haven't I seen him before?" Asked Castello.

"He is Argentinian. He just came to Spain," Francisco replied.

Castello curled his lips with disdain. He always believed that Francisco liked to brag, so he didn't really believe him.

Francisco is definitely deliberately trying to confuse me! I don't believe him! Castello thought.

…

On the field, Castello looked at the score, Barcelona's 3 to Real Madrid's 0. He now realized that Halls had crushed the Real Madrid U15 youth team.

The Barcelona team had been using a short pass tactic in the match. No matter where the ball was, whether it was on the middle or the sides, the fast passes made it so that the ball reached Halls' feet quickly.

When the ball was at Hall's feet, it was terrifying for Real Madrid. Halls looked small and skinny, but he was strong. He gave the defenders a headache.

The craziest thing was the way that Halls controlled the ball. Castello had never seen such impressive skill. The defenders had no way to take the ball from Halls' feet. It could be said that Halls single-handedly threw Real Madrid's entire midfield and defensive line into dismay.

How can there be such a terrifying player! Castello was panting and his eyes displayed the dread he felt.

For a midfielder who was partial to playing defense, seeing such a strong striker on a rival team was terrifying. Castello realized that this small guy from Argentina was going to be a nightmare in his career for decades to come!

…

"We shouldn't have missed out on him. It's all my fault. I should've paid more attention to him," Henry looked despondent. He let out a long sigh and said, "More importantly, our enemy, Barcelona, has gotten him! That is my biggest concern. I think everyone has seen the potential of this player. He's is already incredibly good and he is only fifteen years old. He will be giving us headaches for the next twenty years."

"Henry, this is not your fault. No one could have known that a child with dwarfism could grow to the height of a normal person. None of the staff of any teams would have wasted their time on someone who suffered from dwarfism." Someone next to Henry comforted him.

"No. I am responsible for this. I looked down on Dai Li." Henry shook his head and said, "At that time, he said that he would train the child with dwarfism to grow taller. I was full of disdain. I even laughed at him. Now, it seems that I should be the one laughed at. I am an ignorant person."

…

Royal Medical College, United Kingdom.

Helen Pepe looked nervously at the white-haired doctor in front of her. It was as if she was a prisoner waiting for her sentence.

Finally, the white-haired doctor said, "Miss Pepe, treating your strain injury will be a complicated matter. If you want to cure it completely, as long as you are still playing tennis, engaging in high-intensity training will be impossible. So I can't really do anything about it."

"Professor Green, you are the authority on sports rehabilitation. Even you don't have a solution?" Pepe looked at the doctor pitifully.

Professor Green decisively shook his head, "From a medical point of view, I really don't see a way. This type of inflammation in your hips cannot be treated surgically. In the case of medicinal treatment, many drugs are banned by the International Tennis Federation. If you use medication, you may need to rest for two to three years. You will not be able to accept this. The only thing that can alleviate your injury is through physical therapy."

"I have already done a lot of physical therapy, but there aren't any obvious effects," Pepe said.

"It's not surprising. The effects of physical therapy cannot be guaranteed," Professor Green said.

Pepe was dismayed. She was like a hurt kitten. People would pity her upon sight.

Although Professor Green was not young, he was an average man. When he saw the look on Pepe's face, he couldn't bear it. He lowered his voice and said, "I know a person who is very good at sports rehabilitation. Our Duke of Gael in England was injured and he sat in a wheelchair for more than ten years. All of the European rehabilitation experts, including myself, couldn't do anything to help, but this person helped the Duke of Gael recover. I think he may be able to help you in your current situation."

"Is that true? Who is he? Do you have his contact?" Pepe asked immediately.

"His name is Dai Li. He is Chinese. He has a training center in America. He won Best Coach at the Laureus Award," Professor Green replied.

Him again! Pepe suddenly remembered the person who saw through her hip injury at the hotel in London.