The players came on the field, and the little man, Dudu, followed as the coach.

"Hey, what does that kid do?"

"Look, isn't that the coaching bench?"

"That kid is actually the coach, it's incredible."

"Look at the team logo. It seems like a bigger bear has been added to the Cubs logo. Ah, the Papa Bear team, God."

"No wonder the Cubs are playing them."

"Hahaha, that's interesting."

The reporters from outside all looked at the Chicago reporters and couldn't help but smile happily.

The Chicago reporters, one by one, wanted to tear up that rotten flag.

"Hahaha, Hiram, look, the flag of Papa Bear's team is really good." Milvo laughed.

"Damn bastard." Hiram, seeing his team's logo being ridden by a giant bear, was extremely angry. At this time, Hiram had murderous intentions.

Hiram took out his phone and called the coach. "Teach me a lesson, these bastards, don't spare any effort."

"Tell Bob that if they don't score more than double them, you won't play in the next game," Hiram said.

The coach, now furious, called Bob and other players over to explain what the boss had just said.

"Don't worry, we will definitely hit them twice as hard, maybe more."

"That's right, Sha Fatty doesn't look that good now."

"A group of old, weak, sick and disabled, we will definitely win this game."

"You will definitely win beautifully."

"Hey, these guys across the street look really annoying."

The little man with a bulging mouth raised his head and looked over at the rostrum.

"Dad is gone."
Chapter completed!