Yang Huan's mind suddenly became bright. Mr. Fu is about to retreat!

He really wanted to shout, "Don't, I grew up watching your Galaxy Battleship. How could you retreat?"

But he really couldn't say this.

Perhaps for people of Florentino's level, they can still retain some decentness now.

Florentino looked at Yang Huan and smiled slightly, "It's not that I'm boasting, I'll quit, no one in the entire European football world can play with you!"

Yang Huan was stunned at first, then laughed, "No, right? When you were there, you couldn't play with me?"

Didn't realize that this old man still has such a high opinion of him?

Florentino laughed loudly, "I heard from people that you Chinese have a saying, "The Yangtze River is pushing the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach. I am old, and it is time to die on this beach."

"Then I have to say, once you withdraw, no one in Real Madrid can compare to you in a short period of time!"

When he said this, Yang Huan also looked frank.

To control a team like Real Madrid, it doesn’t mean that you are simply capable and insightful. You also need to have skills, courage, and the ability to control that board of directors.

Looking at Real Madrid today, who can?

"Who knows what's going on in the future?"

Florentino looked relaxed, "I believe that there will always be someone who will kill you!"

Yang Huan shrugged and curled his lips, "Let's come here!"
Chapter completed!