Chapter 52 Fighting the Hornet

Ivan stood in the crowd, his expression was extremely wonderful.

Shock, joy, regret, excitement and other emotions are kneaded together.

Zhang Xian's answer along the way made him extremely shocked.

If possible, he really wants to review what Hoffenheim has experienced in these years.

When he left, Hoffenheim was only a small team in the seventh division.

They have no training base, lack of basic equipment, the club's finances are not abundant, and the home court is even more dilapidated.

But now?

The current Hoffenheim can be described as rich and powerful.

The Qatar Fund settled in Hoffenheim and became their biggest backer.

In the future, Hoffenheim will not need to worry about money.

Loan of 20 million euros to build a training base.

Sonal's youth training has completed the formation of each echelon and is constantly sending fresh blood to the first team.

Ji'an and Barton are the representatives.

The most important thing is that Hoffenheim's crowd has become more, too much.

In the previous Hoffenheim home games, the attendance rate reached 500, and Ivan should be thankful.

But now?

After Hoffenheim moved into the Fieldsmore Stadium, the stadium was full with 15,000 seats!

That's 15,000 people!

These people are all fans of Hoffenheim, and they are all their own people.

In the stands, they cheered for Hoffenheim and watched wonderful games together.

It was something Ivan had dreamed of.

Now, three years have passed, and Hoffenheim has really realized it.

Looking at the Hoffenheim fans standing on both sides of the road,

Ivan actually felt a little choked up.

Suddenly, there were high-pitched voices in the distance.

A wild breath spread from the end of the road.

Those originally quiet fans suddenly boiled like boiling water,

"Forward! Hoffenheim!!!—"

"Give Dortmund a little color!"

"How about the Bundesliga team? Overthrow them!!"

"This is our home stadium, we will always cheer for you!"

"Victory will belong to Hoffenheim!!"

The crowd boiled instantly.

Fierce applause and raging cheers came from a distance like a tide.

And accompanied by cheers and shouts.

Huge convoys also appear at the end of the road.

When the black and red bus with the Hoffenheim team logo came into view, the cheers of the fans rose again.

Everyone is cheering with forgetfulness.

Ivan stood in the crowd blankly. Looking at the excited expressions of the fans and listening to their wild cheers, he felt the strings in his heart being plucked violently.

That's right!

That's what it feels like!

This is what he wants!

The Hoffenheim bus and the convoy roared past Ivan.

The cheers of the surrounding crowd also reached **.

At this time, Ivan seemed to be crazy, and rushed towards the road with his hands raised high.

He looked wildly at the Hoffenheim bus and shouted over and over again.

Hoffenheim! ! Long live! !

Hoffenheim! ! Long live! !

Hoffenheim! ! Long live! !

Under the leadership of Ivan, the long live tide filled the air until the Hoffenheim bus disappeared in front of our eyes.

Ivan still stared at the direction in which the bus disappeared.

At this time, Zhang Xian still left the finished cigarette on the ground, stomped it out with his foot, opened the car door and took out the red plastic barrel from inside.

Finally, he patted Ivan on the shoulder. After the other party turned around, Zhang Xian directly stuffed the red plastic bucket into the other party's arms, and immediately patted the roof of the car, saying;

"Get in the car, let's go home!"

 …

After returning to the Fieldsmore Stadium, Zhang Xian gave Ivan a ticket to the Koch Stand, and then directly entered the rostrum through the VIP channel.

At the rostrum, Sir Alex and a middle-aged man about 50 years old were already sitting there.

Seeing Zhang Xian walking in, the middle-aged man stood up and stretched out his hand, saying, "Hello, Director Zhang."

Zhang Xian also walked over with a smile, and the two shook hands and said, "Mr. Zuo Lun, welcome to the Fieldsmore Stadium."

After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, Zhang Xian walked towards Sir Alex and said with a smile, "Sir?"

Sir Alex glanced sideways at Zhang Xian and snorted coldly.

Obviously a little angry.

Dortmund's general manager Michael Zollen appeared here, there is nothing tricky here, Sir Alex can't believe it.

After the three of them were seated.

Zhang Xian was sitting in the middle, and he saw a banner had appeared in the Koch stands, saying, 'Welcome home, Morsi! '.

At the same time, he was also in the left half of the court and saw Morsi in the yellow No. 9 jersey.

Michael Zollen spoke first; "Morsi came from Hoffenheim, you have trained an excellent player!"

Zhang Xian smiled and said, "Thank you very much for your affirmation, but there are still better players in the Hoffenheim team."

"For example, Ji'an?" Michael Zuolun raised his eyebrows.

Zhang Xian smiled and said nothing.

And Sir Alex's eyes twitched a few times.

This brat is definitely giving himself eye drops.

Just because Trafford didn't raise the price, he found Michael Zuolun as a competitor.

There is a certain bond between Hoffenheim and Dortmund because of Morsi's relationship.

If Ji'an's performance is good enough, Michael Zuolun doesn't mind bringing Ji'an to Dortmund.

And this development will make the transfer more difficult for Trafford.

It can be said that Zhang Xian is forcing Trafford to increase the price.

After all, there is a priority transfer clause between them. Under the same conditions, Ji'an will be closer to Trafford.

If it wasn't for Sir Alex wanting Zhang Xian to take over for Trafford in the future, he would definitely teach this greedy brat a lesson.

Moreover, Sir Alex is really optimistic about Ji'an's future.

boom! !

Sir Alex slammed his cane fiercely towards the ground, and said in a muffled voice, "4 million Euros!"

Hearing this, Zhang Xian smiled slightly, and turned to look at Michael Zuolun.

I saw the latter looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, looking indifferent.

Zhang Xian said, "Sir, let's watch the game first."

Sir Alex snorted.

He has a new understanding of Zhang Xian's insatiable greed.

 …

After the warm-up session, players from both sides lined up in the player channel.

Morsi high-fives every Hoffenheim player.

But everyone didn't act too much. Although the relationship off the court was very good, they were opponents after all.

Gray was the last to walk out of the locker room. When he passed by Morsi's side, he hit Morsi's chest and said, "Don't be kicked and cry by me!"

Morsi rubbed his chest and grinned, "I won't let water!"

Gray turned his head and snorted coldly, and walked straight to the frontmost position.

Morsi looked at Gray, continued rubbing his chest, and muttered, "Grey is exactly like Captain Bob!"

At the same time, German TV 1 and the German Cup broadcast channel.

The two commentators are also in place.

"Here is the quarter-final of the DFB-Pokal, Hoffenheim VS Dortmund!"

"In this game, many people in the outside world are not optimistic about Hoffenheim. After all, compared with Dortmund, they still have a huge gap in hard power."

"Even if Dortmund can't fight with the main force, this gap still exists!"

As soon as the commentator Willis finished speaking, Polly, who had been holding back for a long time, immediately answered:

"I don't agree with this point of view. The outcome of football cannot be predicted, especially in the DFB-Pokal stage. There are many examples of weak teams standing up to strong teams. We cannot deny that Hoffenheim has a chance to beat Dortmund!"

"As I said to the director of Hoffenheim, a weak team is not necessarily a loser. The game has not yet started, and it is still unknown who will win!"

"I expect Hoffenheim to win the game and a country team to reach the semi-finals of the German Cup. I believe this news will be popular in Europe!"