William is the little prince of La Fabraca. He is the sharpest arrow honed by Real Madrid's youth training over many years. He is the youngest hat-taker in the Champions League final. He is an unparalleled genius. He has talents beyond ordinary people.
What if he had a handsome, sexy, overly beautiful face?
At the end of the Champions League semi-finals, the Manchester City fans who were so "acted" that the countdown was "acted" angrily roared: "I suggest you give him a statuette directly. Such good acting skills should be in movies, instead of running to our home court to steal our trophy."
A Barcelona fan who was defeated by a big score in two El Clasicos: "Isn't Hollywood rich? Spend money and take him away!!! Don't let him appear in the stadium. I never want to see him in the Nou Camp again."
People speculated about his mysterious origins. This beautiful young man who graduated from Eton College and was admitted to Cambridge University, just arrived at the Bernabeu without any warning; people criticized his wild and unrestrained, and there were repeated scandals with Mbappe's girlfriend.
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And everyone who seems to be a winner in life has his own troubles.
If we say that superstars born in slums are not uncommon, Ronaldo and Ronaldinho were born in Brazilian slums; Cristiano Ronaldo comes from a poor family. People are always used to inspirational stories of legendary struggles and counterattacks.
So superstars from the rich generation can only be legends. Why are they legends? Because it doesn't exist.
William Norman Hearst, this truly super-rich third generation, a big winner in life with dual British and American household registers.
All this disappeared when his father printed "Hearst Family" on Real Madrid's chest advertisement. He clutched his waistcoat tightly and crouched on the lawn of Castile, shivering.
William recalled the first time he joined the first team training. His father patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him: "Son, don't worry, you are the best. You know that your family will always be your biggest supporter."
William closed his eyes in despair: "God, help me! Dad, you are really my biological father!"
Question:
Real Madrid's largest sponsor is your father, the core midfielder is your boyfriend, and the team's future "big brother" is your brother-in-law. Mr. Norman Hurst, what are your thoughts at this moment? Is there anything you can share with us? Are you walking sideways on the team?
"Thank you for the invitation. I'm really in the United States. I just got off the plane and I didn't have any ideas. I didn't walk sideways. I almost laid down on my side."
Cp: William × Bellingham, the author is a pseudo-fan, with many private settings, passionate and funny daily life, please do not copy, thank you
Intention: The reason why you still struggle after having everything