บท 376: A Starry Night Part 1

That summer two years ago, Twain had come to Spain with Shania after first getting to know her. Madrid, the Spanish capital, was the first stop to begin his tour of the European football giants.

There were big and small clubs scattered within and around Madrid, but only one could be called a real powerhouse club: Real Madrid, the symbol of Spanish football.

At that time, Twain had only done a turn round outside of Real Madrid's home stadium, Bernabéu. He didn't go in as the other tourists did. He was not an ordinary tourist anymore. He was the manager of another team. Which manager of a team would buy a ticket to visit the home of another team and take a photograph as a souvenir?

Twain did not want to display that kind of blatant worship.

If I ever go in, there are only two possible reasons. First, I became the owner of this team; or second, I lead my team to compete here.