Inside Barnett's car, Bale sat in the passenger seat, looking at the scenery outside the window.

Barnett drove while asking; "How do you feel?"

Bale continued looking out the window, saying slowly: "Not bad. Even though I've only played one match with them, I fully understand what kind of team Real Madrid is!"

Even now, the moment Suker scored the winning goal kept replaying in Bale's mind.

"It seems you're adapting well. I can rest assured and return to England."

Barnett said with a smile.

He felt Bale's situation at Real Madrid was quite good. Mainly, after successfully aligning with Suker, he gained good resources and trust.

Like scoring in the Spanish Super Cup.

This was Bale's debut for Real Madrid.

Scoring on his debut!

Nothing could be better than that.

"Barnett..." Bale suddenly said; "I feel it's very difficult to compete with Suker."

Barnett turned his head; "Are you intimidated by him?"

Bale turned his head, his expression bewildered; "Isn't it hard not to be intimidated? That environment, that situation, that pressure... I even lost confidence for a moment. We had less than ten minutes left, and Messi's spectacular dribbling goal dampened our morale. At that time, I could feel my teammates' low spirits, but Suker did it!"

"I don't know how he did it, or even where he found the courage to deliver such a crazy performance in that environment. The moment he pushed the ball forward after shaking off Fàbregas, I knew the gap between us!"

"If it were me, I would choose to observe after dribbling past, seeking help from teammates!"

"But Suker knocked it deep; that means he intended to do it alone!"

Bale sighed: "This shows extreme self-confidence, and he succeeded."

Barnett looked at Bale and said slowly: "Gareth, you've just started your career at a top club. Making any decisions now is premature. You should adapt here first. Didn't we agree before coming? Don't worry about other things, focus on improving yourself. As you grow, you will see different scenery."

Bale pursed his lips, feeling somewhat melancholic.

Different scenery?

So... can I see the scenery Suker sees?

The car stopped on the road. Barnett dropped Bale home, sat in the driver's seat, rolled down the window, and smiled: "Gareth, here's some encouragement! You can do better. I have confidence in you."

Bale couldn't help but smile; "Alright!"

After a pause, Barnett pointed at Bale: "You should manage your image better. Mr. Pérez values the club's image highly, and players are part of that. I'll find you a qualified image designer."

Bale touched his short hair.

"I think it's pretty good!"

Barnett shook his head.

Although Bale currently looked neat, he was clean-shaven, his hairstyle wasn't outstanding, and he had rosy cheeks, overall giving a somewhat 'country' vibe.

Seeing Barnett's expression, Bale nodded; "Alright, I get it!"

Barnett then smiled; "Good luck in the match the day after tomorrow!"

With that, the car drove off.

Bale stood at his doorstep, watching the car disappear, looked up at the sunset, sighed, and touched his stomach.

"Hungry!"

Just as he turned, he saw someone squatting by the roadside.

This person wore a tracksuit and held a dog leash.

Beside him, a large dog lay on its back, panting with its tongue out.

"Suker?" Bale said in surprise.

"Yo!"

Suker, squatting, raised his hand in greeting.

Bale curiously walked over.

"What are you doing?"

Suker tugged the leash. Luna lay like a dead dog, not moving.

"As you can see, because of this dog, I can't go home."

As for Luna, she still didn't move!

Bale didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Is your dog always like this?"

Suker nodded; "After doing her business, she absolutely refuses to go home. Every time I try to lead her back, she acts like this!"

Suker turned and glared fiercely at Luna.

Woof!

Luna also barked.

Bale: "But this isn't a solution either."

Suker shrugged, stood up supporting his knees; "The bodyguard is already bringing the cart. We'll transport her away later."

"Cart?" Bale said amused; "You use a cart to take her away every time?"

Suker sighed; "Do you think I can carry her?"

Suker's dog was already as big as an average teenager, with a strong build.

"Actually, there's a method. You can take off the leash and pretend to leave. She'll think you're abandoning her and immediately follow you!"

Hearing Bale's words, Suker's eyes lit up: "It works?"

Bale nodded; "It worked with my previous dog."

Suker immediately did as suggested.

But the moment he removed the leash, Luna, who had been playing dead, immediately came back to life, dashed out, and began running wildly on the grass across the road.

"Can I leave now?" Suker asked.

Bale nodded.

Suker turned and immediately left.

Luna, across the road, tilted her head and watched for a while. Just as Suker was about to turn the corner, she suddenly dashed out.

The next second, Luna bit onto Suker's pant leg, pulling back desperately.

"Let go!"

Suker pulled his pants and shouted.

Luna refused to let go!

"Let go! Who did you learn this stubbornness from? Let go! My pants are about to fall off!"

Suker was dragged back by Luna.

"It didn't work!" Suker said resentfully.

Bale also said awkwardly: "Actually, I used to have a Golden Retriever. It was much smaller than Luna and couldn't drag me!"

Suker sighed, grabbed Luna by the scruff of her neck, put the leash back on, and squatted by the roadside again, waiting for the bodyguard.

Bale looked at Suker, pointed to his villa, and said:

"Want to come in and sit?"

Suker looked at the darkening sky and nodded; "Sure, let's wait inside!"

After saying that, Suker desperately dragged Luna into Bale's villa courtyard.

Entering the courtyard, that damn dog Luna started running around happily again.

As for Suker and Bale, they sat in the yard, drinking hot beverages and chatting.

They talked about some club and match matters, but soon ran out of topics.

After a moment of silence, Bale suddenly said; "Suker, can you give me some advice?"

"Advice?"

Suker turned his head curiously; "What kind of advice?"

"My career planning!"

Suker said amusedly; "You're asking me about your career planning? You should know best!"

Bale said seriously: "But I want to hear your advice."

Suker looked at Bale's serious expression, scratched his head, and sighed: "Alright, tell me, what are you thinking?"

Bale then quickly said; "Actually, when I first started playing professionally, my position was full-back..."

Suker said in surprise; "You played as a full-back?"

Suker's impression of Bale was always as a winger. He didn't expect this guy started as a full-back.

However, switching between these two positions was common.

Usually, full-backs develop into wingers.

There are also wingers who transition to full-backs, but not too many.

The most famous ones are Roberto Carlos, Gianluca Zambrotta, and Srna.

"Yes!" Bale nodded; "In my early days at Tottenham, I played as a left-back for about twenty matches."

"I'm currently playing on the wing, but my role is hard to define. You are Real Madrid's goalscorer and dribbler. Benzema drops back centrally as a pivot, using his sharp skills and awareness to link play. But my positioning is somewhat vague."

Bale pursed his lips: "I can dribble, I also want to score, I can also pass, but I don't know what my specific job is!"

Suker turned his head; "Hasn't Mourinho talked to you about this?"

"He has!" Bale pursed his lips; "He told me to operate on the wing and track back diligently!"

Suker could see the disappointed look on Bale's face.

After all, diligently tracking back implies he definitely isn't the main attacker.

In fact, in the original timeline, Bale was brought to Real Madrid by Ancelotti, who crafted the BBC combination based on the characteristics of Ronaldo, Benzema, and Bale at that time.

Ancelotti was very good at sharpening an attacking player, helping them perform better.

As for Mourinho, it's not that his adjustments were bad, but facts proved his refining in attack wasn't as outstanding as Ancelotti's.

His successful transformation cases were mostly in the midfield and defense.

For example, Ramos was the best example.

Mourinho liked using 'blunt instruments'; Drogba and Lukaku were this type of player.

His utilization of Suker was also based on Suker's own characteristics, using the overall squad to create chances for Suker.

In fact, Suker himself had already been transformed by Ancelotti and had perfected his various weapons, leaving little room for further transformation.

Otherwise, Mourinho might really have tried to develop Suker into a 'beast striker' like Drogba.

Suker believed that for Bale to truly develop his own unique characteristics, he would have to wait for Ancelotti's arrival.

But before that, he could indeed give him some advice.

"Stick to the wing. If anyone tells you to move inside, punch them!" Suker said; "You can use your speed to dribble past opponents. Right now, Real Madrid wants to attack down both wings. Only if both you and I possess the impact and technique can both wings truly take flight simultaneously."

"So, you don't need to worry about your opportunities decreasing. Barcelona is an exception; they are tough to play against and don't offer much reference. Once the season starts, you'll understand what you should do in the matches!"

Bale nodded; "Then why shouldn't I move inside?"

Suker glanced at Bale and couldn't help but grin.

Is this guy really that clueless?

Ha~~~~~~

Suker couldn't help but sigh; "Forget it, let me be blunt."

Suker felt if he beat around the bush, this guy might misunderstand.

Bale looked at him curiously.

Suker continued: "Right now at Real Madrid, Benzema is the center forward. He acts as a pivot, so he moves up and down the center, helping to open up space for the wings. When the center forward is marked or in specific situations, I drift inside. This is in itself my job and responsibility."

"A winger drifting inside means gaining more tactical resources..." Suker paused and looked at Bale: "Who do you think Mourinho would support between you and me?"

Bale said without hesitation: "You!"

Right!

Suker nodded; "The center is my territory. When I move horizontally, even Benzema has to make way for me. This is the right my core status at Real Madrid grants me. If one day someone tells you to move inside, it's no different from telling you to challenge me directly!"

Suker looked at Bale; "Are you confident that you can win against me right now?"

Bale swallowed. Suker's gaze was also aggressive.

Even though these words sounded harsh, they were the truth.

Bale shook his head: "Not currently."

Suker smiled and clapped; "That's exactly what it means. If anyone encourages you to go play in the center, they are harming you, at least for now. Because I won't allow you to operate in my territory, understand?"

Bale suddenly understood.

"So that's how it is!"

Suker helplessly facepalmed.

Just as I thought.

In the original timeline, Bale was ostracized at Real Madrid not only because he angered Ancelotti but also because he angered Ronaldo.

The reason was simple: Bale repeatedly insisted on drifting inside.

And the center was undoubtedly Ronaldo's territory. If Bale went to the center, where would Ronaldo go?

This touched Ronaldo's sore spot.

And judging by this guy's attitude, he simply didn't know, and probably wouldn't know in the future either. He just foolishly thought he should go to the center, believing all great wingers should move inside.

And then he played himself out of the team!

The reason Suker said this was also to warn Bale.

'Don't be stupid!'

Suker could tolerate Bale's challenge, but that didn't mean he would let him cause trouble for himself at such a critical moment.

Bale lowered his head in thought.

Suker's words had opened his mind.

So it's not just about considering oneself; one also needs to consider the overall environment.

Bale looked up; "Then what advice do you have for my transformation?"

He felt Suker's advice was very useful.

Suker was stunned for a moment, then said irritably: "You're only 22 this year. What transformation are you talking about?"

"But I will grow old one day too!" Bale laughed; "Just preparing in advance!"

"We'll talk about it then!" Suker patted his own thigh; "This is your most powerful weapon right now. Use your speed to crush the opponents. Consider transformation only when you feel you can't run anymore or after injuries!"

Bale; "What about you? How will you transform later?"

Suker; "Why are you so curious about everything?"

"I just want to hear more advice."

Suker sighed; "At Milan, I alternated between attacking midfielder, winger, and center forward! After joining Real Madrid, I'm basically fixed as a winger. If someday my physical attributes decline, I have two choices for transformation!"

"First; become a pure goalscorer utilizing movement!"

Suki raised his index finger, then immediately extended a second finger.

"Second: I will transform into a midfielder combining organization, distribution, and rhythm control!"

In fact, this was also the final choice for Ronaldo and Messi.

Ronaldo transformed into a pure goalscorer.

Messi transformed into a midfielder.

As for Suker, he would also make a choice when necessary. After all, when he's 30, asking him to race against that French turtle Mbappé would be asking for his life.

Even though he could save up some attribute cards, it was to maintain his peak.

Suker didn't even know when his physical attributes would start to decline, so he was planning early.

After all, in two more years, those two would also make corresponding choices and transform.

Bale listened carefully to Suker's advice, then nodded: "Thank you. Your advice is very helpful to me."

Suker stood up, supporting his knees.

"Don't rush, take it slow! And don't come to the center."

Suker looked at Bale.

You can't outlast me!

If Bale insisted on competing with Suker assuming his peak period was similar to Suker's, Suker was still confident he could wear him down.

Two freaks had worn down how many talents who challenged them.

Suker could do the same.

Outside the villa, the bodyguard finally arrived with the cart.

Suker ran over, grabbed Luna, put her on the cart, and then walked back to his own villa.

Bale watched Suker leave.

His eyes looking at Suker became even brighter.

Truly remarkable!

After chatting with Suker, his mind suddenly became clear).

His originally somewhat confused mind gradually became clearer.

Most importantly, Suker had a clear plan for his own career.

These plans sounded highly feasible even to Bale.

Bale slightly clenched his fist.

He needed to work hard too.

The next day, at Real Madrid's training ground.

Real Madrid players were ready to depart for Barcelona to face the second leg of the Spanish Super Cup.

Another away game. Meanwhile, to welcome Real Madrid's potential fourth title, a large number of Real Madrid fans flocked to Barcelona.

The city of Barcelona became lively again.

Whenever El Clásico came around, riots and fights were somewhat uncontrollable.

Although the Spanish Football Federation repeatedly issued warnings, asking the two clubs to control their fans, would the fans listen to them?

For these fans, they were 'fighting for honor'.

Fans from both sides were at each other's throats.

Most crucially, Mourinho added fuel to the fire.

In a report about Real Madrid fans attacking a Barcelona fan gathering bar, Mourinho called it 'a continuation of the battle for honor'!

Fighting to gained Mourinho's approval, so the extreme Real Madrid fans became even more excited.

However, Mourinho's remarks were warned again by the Spanish Football Federation, even giving him a suspension.

Therefore, for the second leg of the Spanish Super Cup, Mourinho could not be on the bench; he could only watch from the stands.

Before the match even started, the head coach was sent to the stands. Suker found this series of dramatic moves utterly speechless.

But this was also something Mourinho was capable of doing.

With Mourinho suspended, this match could only be directed by his assistant coach, Faria.