Sixty Kill Bayern! (Superior)

Although they are playing at home, according to club tradition, the team gathers in a hotel near the Fritz Walther Stadium, and then takes the team bus to the stadium together.

When the team arrived outside the stadium, the surrounding fans suddenly became excited, shouting the names of the players and the team one by one, singing the team song of Super Kaiser one by one, and the atmosphere on the scene was extremely hot. Especially when Yang Cheng led the players off the bus one after another, the atmosphere at the scene was even more turbulent.

The home team and the visiting team arrived at the Fritz Walter Stadium one after another. After the players changed their clothes, they came to the stadium to warm up.

When Denisler walked out of the player tunnel with his teammates and was about to warm up on the court, he heard familiar and unfamiliar shouts from above his head.

"Sebastian!"

"younger brother!"

Deisler turned around, raised his head, and easily found his family in the stands on the side of the player tunnel. His father, mother, sister, and the grandfather who loved him the most, they were all sitting together, and his parents especially It is very rare to hold hands and stand up to cheer for him.

They...are they reconciled?

Desler felt excited. He hesitated and raised his right hand and waved it towards them. He wanted to laugh, but he was not used to laughing. He didn't know how to laugh, so he could only stand there stupidly.

"You can do it, Sebastian, we will watch you play, come on!" Killian encouraged.

"Yes, Sebastian, you are the best, you can definitely beat your opponent!" Mrs. Deisler also encouraged.

"You're the best player in the world, Sebastian!" Grandpa yelled too.

Deisler was standing at the exit of the player tunnel, listening to the encouragement of his family members who were close at hand, he felt like he was dreaming, and he didn't even know how to describe his mood at this moment.

"How is it? Do you like this gift?" Yang Cheng's grinning voice appeared behind him.

After talking with Deisler the day before yesterday, he said that he would give Deisler a mysterious gift. At that time, Deisler couldn't guess what it was, and simply thought it was nothing more than sneakers, but he didn't expect it But he invited his parents to Kaiserslautern.

"Your parents just told me that they are going to move their family to Kaiserslautern in the next few days, and your sister will also be looking for a school nearby. I have already agreed to help, and I also asked the club to help. You contacted a rented apartment, the rent is quite cheap, and then your family will live there, and your parents can also find a job in Kaiserslautern."

Speaking of this, Yang Cheng grabbed Deisler's shoulders vigorously, patted him vigorously and encouraged him: "You should look forward to a better direction. Your parents have already done it, and you can do it too. Don't let your heart The shadow of you continues to haunt you, be bold, go out, my family and I will always support you behind your back!"

After hearing this, Deisler couldn't help sobbing, turned around and hugged Yang Cheng tightly, and then nodded heavily.

"Hey, Sebastian!" Suddenly a football flew in the distance, followed by Bremer's shout.

Deisler was taken aback, but quickly jumped in front of Yang Cheng, stopped the ball with his chest easily, then let the ball stick to his feet like a juggler, shuttled back and forth between his legs, and then he dribbled the ball Quickly rushed into the field.

"This kid has finally become proactive!" Paul Bayer came to Yang Cheng's side with a smile.

Seeing Deisler take the initiative to rush into the court and warm up with his teammates, especially when he began to actively integrate into it under the conscious guidance of his teammates, Yang Cheng was also quite relieved.

"No matter what the result of this match is, at least I have won!" Yang Cheng laughed.

Paul Bayer knew Yang Cheng's high hopes for Deisler,

So he could naturally understand what Yang Cheng meant.

"Of course, it would be even better if we could win this game, doesn't that mean?" Paul Bayer asked with a smile.

Yang Cheng also laughed.

In the distance, Deisler also used a mid-to-long-range volley to penetrate Reinke's goal, showing his good form, and then showed a rare smile. Under the lights of the stadium, he looked so good Dazzling!

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[All truly good things are obtained from struggle and sacrifice, and a good future must be obtained in the same way! 】

[The road of history is not a sidewalk on Nevsky Prospekt, it is entirely in the fields, sometimes through the dust, sometimes through the mud, sometimes across the swamp, sometimes through the jungle! 】

When the players finished their warm-up and walked into the locker room from the outside, they suddenly found that there were no tactical illustrations and analysis on the tactical board, nor any player's name or other information. A famous sentence full of profound meaning, while Yang Cheng stood silently beside the tactical board.

When the players saw these two German translations of Russian Chernyshevsky's famous quotes, they were all taken aback. Some old players began to chew on the profound meaning of these words, and even the young players, one by one, were stunned. They all stared at the two sentences on the tactical board in a daze.

After Paul Bayer and others walked into the locker room, they closed the door of the locker room.

The entire dressing room was quiet, only the sound of Yang Cheng's spinning pen falling on the table from time to time. This was a little habit he used to study when he was studying, and he couldn't get rid of it for a while.

Gently put down the pen in his hand, Yang Cheng walked out, slowly passed the players on both sides of the locker room, and stood in the middle.

"Many people say that we are doomed to lose this game, because the opponent is Bayern Munich, because we have an immeasurable gap with the opponent, and then they will come to me hypocritically and ask me, hey, Mr. Yang Cheng, what do you think? ?”

Yang Cheng himself smiled and shook his head, "I don't know how to answer, because I know very well that Bayern is indeed stronger than us, and I believe you will admit it!"

"Mateus, Klinsmann, Sauer, Basler, Helmer, Kahn...all of them are top European stars, and the names they shout are enough to frighten the less timid cowards. The top players in Germany, even in Europe, all over the world, they are outstanding."

This time Yang Cheng spoke very slowly, slowly, and his tone was not heavy, as if he was chatting, slowly laying the groundwork, slowly pulling the players' emotions into the rhythm he had prepared in advance.