Chapter 874 I Am Who I Am

May 6th, eight o'clock in the morning.

A hotel in Manchester.

The young man with blond hair woke up from his sleep. Today is a rare good weather in the British Isles. The sun shines on the bedside through the floor-to-ceiling glass, making the young blond man squint and reach out to stop it.

"Matthias, it's time to get up." A rough voice came, "You are the starter today."

"Hmm... But Marcel, is it necessary to be so nervous?" Gentle, who just transferred here last summer, got up lazily.

Schmelzer scolded his juniors with a straight face, "Not nervous, but excited...We must kill Manchester United this time!"

Gentle moved faster, but muttered, "Kill Manchester United... you just want to kill Best."

Although he did not play a minute in the World Cup last year, Ginter is recognized as one of the best defenders in Germany in his 20s. He has a stable performance, can play in all defensive positions in the backcourt, and has a strong ability to read the game and has a kick. Great long pass.

In order to get him, Dortmund paid 12 million euros, and Ginter was indeed worth the money. After Piszczek left, the position of right back, which had repeatedly had problems, was finally stabilized. Durm made good assists, but his defense was weak. weak.

We went to have breakfast with the big team, and then had the last tactical meeting. After lunch, we got on the bus and drove to Old Trafford.

It is difficult for Ginter to understand Dortmund's unforgettable hatred for Sun Wu. In his opinion, Sun Wu is not that terrible, and the Ruhr Derby was just an ordinary game.

A week ago, just the day after being drawn against Manchester United, Ginter saw a group of excited, eager and a little nervous teammates on the training ground.

Shaheen, Bender, Schmelzer, Kuba, Grosskreutz, Hummels, Subotic...most of the team's main players have red eyes!

Well, these people all suffered big losses against Sun Wu, and several of them received red cards in the Ruhr derby.

Soon, the two teams arrived at Old Trafford.

Soon, players from both teams took to the lawn to start warming up.

Soon, Sun Wu chatted with his former teammate Aubameyang for a few words, and then walked towards Subotic and Hummels. The two had known each other since Sun Wu was still at Wolfsburg.

"Best, I hope you will be more honest today." Hummels warned Sun Wu solemnly.

This season is going smoothly for Dortmund, with the league title already in their arms. The German Cup final against Wolfsburg also has a high chance of winning. This is a good opportunity for the Hornets to win the first treble in history, but Sun Yat-sen cannot let it go. Wu is ruined.

"Matz, do you want to frame me?" Sun Wu sneered, but his eyes were rolling around, "They are basically acquaintances, uh, this is the first time we meet Mkhitaryan, oh, and Jin Ter.”

Sun Wu greeted his "acquaintances" one by one, and everyone was neither cold nor indifferent... When Sun Wu finally found Gentel, Shaheen finally couldn't help but stepped in and stopped Gentel behind him.

After driving Sun Wu away, Shaheen said to Gentle seriously: "Don't talk to him, this guy is not a good person."

Hummels next to him nodded in agreement, "If he says anything to you on the court, don't pay attention to him."

"If he is on your side, either don't pounce on him, or be more aggressive." Aubameyang suggested: "The left rib of the frontcourt is the area where he can best exert his power."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Bender sneered from the side: "Be more ruthless... Believe it or not, he will roll ten times on the ground immediately!"

"That's right, don't forget how many people were sent off that time!"

"Don't say you touched him. Even if you didn't touch him, believe it or not, he would fall down and roll over. That's how Jurgen was punished that time!"

Jintel, the pure white little white rabbit, was as confused as if he was listening to heavenly scriptures. He turned his head and glanced at Sun Wu's back through the gap between people...it looked quite harmless.

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Back in the locker room, Dortmund's starting lineup has been announced.

"Tsk, tsk, Genter is indeed the starter, no wonder he is so tight." Sun Wu was thinking there while holding his cell phone.

Tuchel's use of Ginter instead of Durm means strengthening the defense. Although the latter has good assists, his physical fitness is relatively weak, and because he is a forward, he has a weak sense of position and weak defense ability.

However, Gentle's best position is at center back. Although playing right back can strengthen defense, he may unconsciously adduct when he is surrounded. This needs to be observed on the court.

The starters at other positions were not unexpected by Sun Wu, and they were basically acquaintances.

At this time, Mike Phelan walked into the locker room, coughed and waved to Sun Wu, then turned and left.

In the lounge next door, Mike Phelan closed the door tightly, pulled Sun Wu to sit down, and whispered: "Pochettino has already had a showdown with Woodward."

Sun Wu blinked, "What then?"

"Woodward proposed a salary increase, a long-term contract, and an unconditional strengthening of the summer signing budget..."

"Pfft." Sun Wu couldn't help laughing. San Dezi completely missed the point.

"In the end, Pochettino used you as a reason." Mike Phelan did not laugh and continued: "Well, this is indeed a reason that leaves Woodward speechless... The club can give up on Pochettino, but it is impossible to give up. you."

"Well, De Bruyne is worth more than 50 million pounds, I will at least double it." Sun Wu nodded.

Mike Phelan looked at the calm Sun Wu suspiciously, "Is this all in your calculations?"

"Hehe, hehe." Sun Wu avoided answering, "Actually, Mike, if you want to take over, I will support you."

Mike Phelan snorted, "Forget it, more than ten years ago, Alex said that I would be an excellent assistant coach, but I would not be an excellent head coach... But the problem is, Best, are you ready?

Sitting in that position not only means glory, but also comes with pressure that ordinary people cannot bear. Alex had a pacemaker installed for this. "

After a brief silence, Sun Wu raised his head and said softly: "It's never foolproof, but I think... if a statue of me can be erected outside the stadium many years from now, I am willing to bear such pressure and take such risks."

Mike Phelan sighed and paced back and forth. He thought a lot, and he also thought far ahead... In today's football world, Sun Wu's status and authority will be unshakable as the team's core, captain and head coach.

But if the record is dismal and the club wants to change coaches, Sun Wu's status in the team will plummet. In order to ensure the authority of the new head coach, the club may even send Sun Wu away.

After Scholes aged out, Manchester United spent nearly eight years finally finding Best, a world-class midfield core.

If Sun Wu is sold, who knows if Manchester United will fall as quickly as the previous two years.

Sun Wu is also a little nervous. This is his best chance, and possibly his last chance. If he wants to serve as a player and head coach in a world-class giant, Manchester United during the turmoil is the only option.

The leisure room was quiet for more than half an hour, and Mike Phelan finally made up his mind.

"Either you become the next Busby or Ferguson, or you leave Old Trafford in despair."

Sun Wu smiled and replied: "No, I am who I am."