The referee, taleo, aged 42, led the pyers from both teams into the Beradium.

  Suddenly, the stadium erupted.

  taleo could be sidered a friend of Atletiadrid, having officiated seven matches for them in the past four seasons siheir promotion to La Liga. Atletiadrid's record under his refereeing includes one draw and one loss, including two games against Bara.

  During the same period, while officiating for Real Madrid, the Gacticos only managed one win out of fames, with the rest ending in draws.

  Additionally, he was known for issuing a plethora of cards.

  In the 2003-04 La Liga season, during the twenty-seventh round match between Real Madrid and Sp Santander, he handed out a total of eleven yellow cards and one red card. Out of these, only five were for the home team, Santahletic, while the remaining six yellow cards were given to Real Madrid pyers, including Zidane and Beckham, who received his notorious yellow card. Mejia was also sent off in that game.

  The final score was a draw of 1-1. Despite their efforts, the star-studded Real Madrid failed to secure an away victainst their oppos.

  This season, under taleo's refereeing, Atletiadrid also secured a 2-1 victainst Bara.

  In pario-head records, Real Madrid found themselves at a disadvantage once again.

  ...

  As Gao Shen followed the pyers onto the field from the tuhe entire Beradium suddeed into thunderous boos.

  Seventy-five thousand Real Madrid fans booed in unison to express their dissatisfa and aowards the rookie coach.

  Their stance was crystal clear, with slogans visible everywhere iands.

  Various insults and humiliating words coalesced into two simple words: "Get out!"

  Rao Shigao had mentally prepared himself for the coag enviro, anticipating perhaps even the possibility of a pig's head being thrown by the Real Madrid fans. Yet, as he emerged from the tunnel into the wave of boos from 75,000 fans, he couldn't help but feel a sense of suffocation, an urge to turn around areat.

  It was akin to walking dowreet and being cursed at by someone. If it were just one person, he might have been ready to front them, but what if there were five? What if there were ten?

  What if everyone oreet was hurling abuse?

  Now, Gao Shen was fag 75,00ed Real Madrid fans.

  He eve as though it had bee difficult to breathe.

  Just as Gao Shen walked out onto the field, the Real Madrid fans unfurled a massive banner, 30 meters long and 20 meters high, adorned with a few lines of striking Spanish text.

  "ese boy, get out! Don't bring shame to Real Madrid!"

  "Martin, up your mess!"

  Upon raising his head, Gao Shen caught sight of this colossal banner. One could only imagine his emotional state as he plummeted into despair.

  Simir banners dotted all around the stadium, too numerous to t.

  Among the slogans, the mildest expressed by the thirty or forty faed in the chairman's box held cards aloft to form a message.

  "Son, it's not your fault! But please leave this esteemed club!"

  Gao Shen could empathize with the rage simmering in the hearts of the Real Madrid fans, yet he couldn't suppress the humiliation gnawing at him.

  It might sound cliché to cry out, "Don't bully the poor," but at this moment, that's exactly how he felt.

  The more they cursed him, the more he yearo prove himself to them, to everyone!

  He would indeed depart from the Bernabeu, but not like this.

  No way!

  Gao took a deep breath, took a step forward, aered the Beradium.

  Amidst the thunderous boos eg around him, he led the way to the visiting team's coag bench.

  Acc to tradition, as the home team's head coach, he should have shaken hands with the visiting team's head coach.

  Atletiadrid's head coach, Murcia, had asded from the reserves to douse the fmes. Whether iionally or not, when Gao Shen approached, he seemed oblivious, nontly seated on the bench with his legs crossed, engrossed in versation with those around him, until Gao Shen approached aended his hand. It was only then that an assistant reminded Murcia to "pay attention" to Gao Shen.

  "My apologies, I didn't see you there!" Murcia smiled and shook hands with Gao Shen.

  Gao Shen couldn't dis if Murcia was genuinely arrogant or merely engaging in psychological warfare, but it didn't matter.

  "No worries. Now that you've seen me, you won't fet me iure!"

  After exging pleasantries, Gao Shen turned and walked away.

  Murcia sensed an underlying barb in those words, feeling he may have provoked the other party, yet he ughed it off.

  "After all, young people will be young."

  ...

  "He did it on purpose."

  Upon Gao Shen's return to the home team's coag bench, Lucas greeted him.

  "I know," Gao Shen nodded.

  Such disregard and disdain were onpce wherever he went.

  The correct approach wasn't to pin row angry but to make the other party regret their as.

  "Just wait ahere will e a time when he'll regret this," Gao Shen decred fiercely.

  ...

  Raul lost the toss to Torres, who opted for the side, prompting a chorus of boos from the audience.

  In a derby match, every inch of ground had to be tested, even the right to the initial kick-off.

  Before kick-off, Raul gathered the team together for one final pep talk.

  "As the coach emphasized in the locker room just now, many of you are experieng your first Real Madrid derby, and we don't want this to be your st. So, no matter how much the fans iands doubt you, no matter how much our oppos uimate us, you must not doubt yourselves."

  "Show your best performand prove to everyohat you deserve to be here!"

  "Let's do this!"

  With a resounding roar from Raul, everyoeheir hands, stag them atop Raul's, and together shouted "Let's go!" in unison before dispersing to line up in a 4-2-3-1 formation.

  ...

  "We noticed that tonight, Real Madrid has departed from their usual 4-2-3-1 formation and opted for a double pivot midfield. This marks the first occurrehis season."

  "In terms of lineup, Casils is in goal, with the defensive line prising Felipe Luis, Elgra, Woodgate, and Arbeloa. The double pivot midfield sists of Gravesen and De La Red, with the forward liuring Raul, Zidane, and Beckham, and Negredo as the loriker."

  "It's worth noting that Felipe Luis, Arbeloa, De La Red, and Negredo are all making their debut for Real Madrid tonight, having been promoted from the reserve team to the first team by coach Gao Shen just four days ago."

  "As for Atletiadrid, Murcia has stuck with their standard 4-4-2 formation, fielding Fran goal, Antonio Lopez, Pablo Ibanez, Perea, and Ves defense, with Petrov, Lu, Gabi, and Barrera in midfield, and Torres and Kezman up front."

  "This lineup represents Atletiadrid's stro roster i matches. Torres, in particur, has been on a red-hot streak, sg six goals i six rounds. His ret performance has been nothing short of spectacur, including a bra their st game, a 5-0 drubbing of Maga."

  "In their previous match at Camp Nou, a 3-1 victory over Bara, Torres also wice, tributing to Atletico's nine goals in three matches, while maintaining a sheet. With such impressive statistics, Atletiadrid appears fident tonight and aims to capitalize on Real Madrid's internal discord."

  ...

  Even the entators' remarks didn't harbor as.

  Atletiadrid believed it and acted accly.

  From the moment taleo blew the starting whistle, Atletiadrid seized the kickht and unched a fierce assault on Real Madrid. The forwards, especially Torres and Kezman, pressed aggressively against Real Madrid's defense.

  Real Madrid's defensive formation was hastily assembled and cked cohesion uletiadrid's pressure, resulting in errors by pyers.

  Ihan two miorres stole the ball in the frontcourt and passed it to Kezman. The tter's left-footed shot from ihe penalty area was blocked by Casils.

  In a critical moment, San Iker remained dependable!

  Gabi's er kick found its mark in Real Madrid's penalty area, but Casils decisively leaped to cim the ball from the air, thwarting Atletiadrid's sg opportunity.

  Casils received warm appuse from the fans for his secutive outstanding performances.

  Watg from the sidelines, Gao Shehed a sigh of relief, particurly pleased to see Casils not rush to initiate an attack after gaining possession but instead signal his teammates to maintain possession before distributing the ball, deliberately slowing down the pace.

  What Real Madrid currently cked wasn't attag prowess but rather stability and finding their own rhythm.

  "Slow down! Take your time!" Gao Shen shouted loudly from the sidelines.

  Atletiadrid attempted to press again in the midfield and frontcourt, but Real Madrid's pyers dispyed excellent teical skills.

  Notably, even someone like Graveson, with his robust appearance, exhibited superb passing ability, while Woodgate, among the tral defenders, showcased strong passing skills as well.

  After Atletiadrid's pressing attempt, they realized they hadn't gained possession, prompting them to gradually retreat.

  Meanwhile, Real Madrid took deliberate steps to stabilize their position, acclimating themselves to the game's tempo and refraining from hasty attacks.

  Yet, this appeared to be a passive sario.

  Despite several attempts to create opportunities on the wings, Real Madrid failed. Upon losing possession, Atletiadrid swiftly unched terattacks, pying with speed and urgency.

  In the past, Real Madrid often struggled against such rapid terattacks, but today's team swiftly reverted to a defeance.

  In the seventh miletiadrid's midfielder Lu was fouled by De La Red from behind as he dribbled, causing him to fall to the ground. Tempers fred as pyers from both sides rushed in.

  The tension on the field escated.

  Gabi's subsequent free kito the penalty area was met by Woodgate, who outjumped Perea to head the ball clear.

  However, Atletiadrid tinued pressing with their midfield and defense, signaling their io score.

  Real Madrid's goal remained uhreat.

  Yet, Gao Shen remaieadfast on the sidelines, a pilr of unwavering posure.