Grassroots Glory

Volume 7, Chapter 259

It was a one-sided situation at halftime.

Zhou Tiancheng gave Klopp a hug when he left the field. To be precise, Zhou Tiancheng took the initiative to go up.

Klopp's complexion, of course, can be imagined, it is definitely not good-looking, but he still did not refuse Zhou Tiancheng to come to him in this way of domineering and tenderness between men.

"Boss, let me guess what's on your mind right now."

"How do I want to poach you now, Zhou." Klopp didn't hide it.

"Ha, unfortunately I still have a contract with Manchester United, you have to be prepared to spend a lot of money."

Klopp's eyes lit up suddenly, and he let go. Zhou Tiancheng stared at him seriously: "Really, Zhou? What a man said must be counted, hahaha, as long as you nod, no matter how much the price is spent on you is worth it."

Zhou Tiancheng didn't expect Klopp to be serious. Has he really thought about it?

"Ha, boss, joke, joke, the jokes between men can be counted. I have a good life in Manchester, but if you want to come, I will welcome you with my hands."

Back poaching a corner, Zhou Tiancheng played the routine quite naturally.

The atmosphere in the dressing rooms on both sides of the half was actually not tense, even though Liverpool had greatly improved after the start of the second half. Firmino received a header from Sturridge in the penalty area and pulled it back from close range. I hadn't seen the Brazilian striker until now, and in the first half he was almost invisible on the right flank.

Liverpool scored a goal that could save a little face, and Klopp suddenly became energetic again, standing directly on the sidelines, and shouting twice on the field from time to time.

Yang Cheng shook his head and expressed his incomprehension: "How did Klopp win the Champions League? Of course, the process of those years does not need to be repeated, but there is one thing that must be explained. At the peak, Klopp is not the best choice, he must have a superstar, like Zhou Tiancheng, a real superstar."

Yang Cheng put his words here, and the entire England fans heard it. But one thing that is slightly embarrassing is that within a few seasons, Liverpool really returned to the top of Europe under the leadership of Klopp, but Yang Cheng was right about one thing. At that time, Liverpool already had Superstars - the defensive iron gate of the Netherlands, the clever little pharaoh of Egypt in the frontcourt...

Of course, this is all for later. As for now, Zhou Tiancheng saw that the opponent was showing signs of gaining momentum, so he directly strengthened the rhythm control in the midfield, retreated to the center circle, and kept moving laterally after getting the ball, so that Henderson always behind yourself,

Compared with his completely huge body, the speed and agility of turning around feel very incompatible, and of course there is no sense of disobedience when it appears on Zhou Tiancheng.

Klopp and Buvac looked at each other, and said with a wry smile: "This is the real control of the rhythm, but, alas, unfortunately, Zhou does not belong to us now. Do you know? Zelico, just now Zhou told me that if He would welcome me to Manchester United."

Buvac shrugged: "Okay, Jurgen, is it meaningful to say this now? Will you go? If you regret it, why did you let Zhou go?"

Klopp suddenly became very unhappy, his face darkened and he growled: "Damn! Would I want to? If the team I worked with Zhou at that time was Bayern, I would persuade Zhou to work there for the rest of his life, understand? It's not that I don't have money, it's that fucking Dortmund have no capital, understand?"

"Okay, okay, calm down, Jurgen." Buvac quickly changed the subject, he didn't know that this sentence made Klopp unhappy again.

The final result was 1:3, which was not unexpected by Klopp at all. He just sat on the coach's bench and watched the game leisurely with his legs crossed.

When Zhou Tiancheng brought the rhythm of the game under his control, Klopp knew in his heart that Liverpool was out of play.

After the referee blew the final whistle, Klopp and Zhou Tiancheng had another exchange on the sidelines. This scene made all the commentators watch with gusto.

"Klopp and Zhou have nothing to say? Haha."

"Let's guess... Well, is Klopp inviting Zhou Tiancheng to join Liverpool? If you can't play, just dig? This is not popular in the Premier League."

It almost made the narrator hit the mark, but the two of them didn't say this now.

"Boss, the on-court entertainment is over, come with me now, it's off-court entertainment time, ha!"

Klopp frowned, but laughed again within three seconds: "Zhou, or go to your bar?"

Zhou Tiancheng is a little different. When he was in Dortmund today, he avoided Klopp every time he went to the bar. Of course, he also avoided the media and reporters. After all, German football is very taboo about this.

Klopp smiled smugly: "Zhou, do you really think I don't know? Is there anything you can hide from me? Well, hahaha..."

Zhou Tiancheng just smiled on the surface, and sighed in his heart that this old ghost is a chicken thief.

...

This was the first time that Zhou Tiancheng had actually sat down to drink with Klopp, and it also refreshed his understanding of Klopp—this old man was stronger than himself.

Although Zhou Tiancheng was basically too weak to drink, in front of his former boss, he didn't just mean it. When both of them were blushing and neck thick from drinking, Zhou Tiancheng didn't expect his wife to come with little lucky star.

"Uh... hiccup, wife, why are you here?"

Chu Yunling slapped Zhou Tiancheng with her hands. She couldn't get used to the smell of alcohol on Zhou Tiancheng's body, so she snorted coldly: "If I don't come again, you'll be drunk to death! My son wants to play with a ball, and the ball seems to be broken. I can't fix it. But I Look at you like this..."

Seeing that Klopp was still there, Chu Yunling turned around and walked to the side. Little Lucky Star was having a good time. When she saw the pinball discarded by the guest on the next table, she picked it up and put it on her head. Like football.

Of course it's not that fun anymore, the little guy only lasted for two seconds...

Klopp laughed from the sidelines: "Zhou, Manchester United's youth training is no longer available. Are you interested in sending your son to Liverpool? I personally recommend them. They will definitely train well."

Zhou Tiancheng chuckled: "Boss, don't play around like this. Instead of poaching me, poach my son. I'm in Manchester United now, so I won't be able to get along."

"You don't believe me? It's not that you don't know that I hate those media the most, and I will be a big mouth?" Klopp was already blushing and had a thick neck, and said: "Zhou, you thought you were on Manchester TV, Can’t the news get out of Manchester? Now the whole of England knows about your son’s talent, but sending you to Liverpool is definitely the best choice, even if you can’t take care of him... Maybe you can come here in the near future, haha!”

"Fuck, boss, say this again, get me drunk first and then make me promise you in a daze? Ha!"

Although Zhou Tiancheng felt that Klopp's routine was deep, he was still warm in his heart.

Although Klopp must be playing with his son, Zhou Tiancheng is not disgusted. Grabbing a genius is a situation every parent of a genius has to face. Zhou Tiancheng has already hung up on countless calls here, and his phone number has been changed because of this matter.

They are opponents on the field, but after all, they have cooperated before, and Uncle Zha is also considerate, and Liverpool's youth training is indeed not weak now. Although it is not said that England is the top, it is also one of the top three.

However, does Zhou Tiancheng dare to agree?

Miaoshuwu

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