After leaving Real Madrid's office building, Yang Yang and Zidane strolled toward the First Team's training area.
There was a small gate on the west side of the office building that led directly to the First Team.
After attending the meeting and finalizing Real Madrid's transfer operations for the summer, both men were feeling conflicted.
Yang Yang was down because Jesé and Mascherano might leave, while Zidane was nervous about Kanté's transfer and regretful that the hopes of bringing in Pogba were so slim. But they were both professionals and would soon adjust.
"How's your training-plan adjustment coming along?" Zidane suddenly broke the silence and asked with concern.
Yang Yang walked beside him. Hearing that, he smiled faintly and shook his head.
"I've been preparing for several months. The basic framework is in place, but there are still some areas that need to be refined and studied. Don't worry. With Pintus and Winston Bogarde here, and Hamidou Msaidié helping out, there won't be any problems."
Zidane nodded, but his expression remained solemn.
No one understood Yang Yang's importance to Real Madrid better than he did. If Yang Yang's training plan was not properly adjusted and something went wrong, the blow to Real Madrid would be enormous. In serious cases, it could even affect the team's performance throughout the following season.
After all, Yang Yang had scored sixty-one goals in La Liga this season, seventeen in the Champions League so far, and seven in the Copa del Rey, for a total of eighty-five goals. If his assists were included, he had created more than a hundred goals this season.
That was not a hole that could be filled casually.
To a certain extent, Yang Yang's condition determined how long Real Madrid could maintain its peak.
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