big mouth ball king

Chapter 38

"Hub, Cologne's next opponent in the DFB-Pokal is Dortmund. Do you feel unlucky?"

"No, we're drawn from the second box and we can play home games."

In the first two rounds of the German Cup, the second box contains weaker teams, but they can enjoy the home court advantage. This is the case with Cologne. Their match against Dortmund will be played at Cologne's home court.

"According to the survey, Cologne fans still prefer the team to focus on the Bundesliga. Returning to the Bundesliga next season is the biggest wish of the fans."

Stevens shrugged.

"It's really contradictory, but I can't take the initiative to give up the German Cup. This is not what a professional team should do. Even if we are eliminated, we will fight until the last second."

Dutchman Berthe van Marwijk, the current head coach of Dortmund, Dortmund he took over is a hot potato, because Dortmund borrowed money to buy people in the past few years, the financial situation of Dortmund has deteriorated rapidly, and now it has encountered a financial crisis.

The club knows that if they want to get rid of the financial crisis, then the game results are the most important. This season, the team's league goal is to reach the European theater, and the cup goal is to reach at least the semi-finals.

When leading the team to Cologne, Van Marwijk seemed relatively relaxed. When facing reporters, he teased the Cologne coach.

"Hubu and I are both Dutch, but only one Dutchman can leave the pitch with a smile in this game."

When asked about Rosicky again, Van Marwijk became vigilant. Rosicky's heart is no longer in Dortmund. He has been injured and busy with transfers. This is an open secret, but Van Marwijk does not want to continue this topic that may interfere with the team.

"Thomas' injury is still not healed."

"But I got word that your relationship with Thomas is tense?"

"It's fake news, we have no problem."

"What do you think of your opponents, such as Tang Zhenglong?"

"..."

Van Marwijk laughed, "Are you kidding me? I only know Podolski from Cologne, who is Tang Zhenglong?"

"It seems to be an Asian name."

"It's a Chinese player. He has been scoring goals one after another recently. His performance is amazing. Cologne fans like him very much."

Van Marwijk said arrogantly: "I rarely pay attention to the games of the Bundesliga Bundesliga, and it is even less likely to pay attention to the situation of Chinese players."

"Then you should pay attention."

"No need."

*****
"I seldom pay attention to the games of the Bundesliga, and it is even less likely to pay attention to the situation of Chinese players."

"Then you should pay attention."

"No need."

In the team lounge, the players are watching the news. The most popular sports news in recent days is about the German Cup match between Cologne and Dortmund in the middle of the week.

Tang Zhenglong looked at Van Marwijk on TV and felt very upset.

"Are you amazing?"

"You think you're Basten? Cruyff?"

Sfante on the side laughed, "Don, Dortmund is a team that has won the Champions League. As their head coach, arrogance is inevitable."

"But he pissed me off."

Tang Zhenglong was fed up with the discrimination. Why should the Chinese players be discriminated against? In the past, his performance was sloppy. That’s okay, but now it’s different. He can score goals and help the team win.

"Just wait and see, old Dutchman."

*****
In the last public training session before the game, in order to show that he is fearless, Stevens opened up his training today. Anyway, there is no secret, it is a group confrontation, and it is a fun confrontation.

After practice, reporters had a lot of questions to ask, but Stevens hid himself, saying he wouldn't say anything.

At this moment, a reporter noticed Tang Zhenglong.

"Tang, come over and have a chat."

"Tang, don't go there." Svant reminded Tang Zhenglong, "These reporters must be suffocating. They want to make trouble."

"Really?" Tang Zhenglong thought to himself: "That would be the best."

So he trotted over, Svant's face turned black, and he hurried to find the coach, hoping to stop Tang Zhenglong in time, otherwise he didn't know what he would do.

When Tang Zhenglong came in front of the reporters, this group of reporters felt like they had found a treasure, and they thought it was a waste of time. Stevens, an old fox, didn't say anything, he was simply playing tricks on them.

"Don, will you start the German Cup?"

"of course."

"What do you think of the opponent Dortmund?"

"I have a lot of respect for the opponents, they are a strong team in the Bundesliga."

"Then what do you think of the opposing coach?"

Tang Zhenglong paused, and said a word that stunned the reporters present—Jie Fu.

"Don, is your German bad? Van Marwijk is a man."

"I know, but he looks like an old woman."

"..."

"Why do you have such a view?"

"I've been watching the news these days, and all the interviews about him are complaining about how bad the club's situation is."

"But Dortmund's current situation is really not good." Someone said.

"Then he can resign. If he is the head coach, he should do more and complain less."

"Complaining can solve the club's financial problems? Complaining can make the players better?"

"cannot!"

"Complaining just makes him look like an old woman."

puff!
"Get rich, there is news."

The reporters are very happy. The fans of the two teams will fight if the report is out.

Just when Tang Zhenglong was about to continue to be impassioned, a big hand grabbed his back collar.

"Sorry, we don't accept interviews."

"Wait a little longer, let Tang Zhenglong finish."

"Hu Bu, you have no right to interfere with what Tang Zhenglong said."

Stevens smiled slightly, "I am the head coach, and I have the right to control the mouths of my players. Today's interview ends here."

*****
Internal punishment, cancellation of the starting lineup, replaced by a substitute, a fine of 2000 euros.

This is Stevens' punishment for Tang Zhenglong.

Going to Rhine Energy Stadium, Tang Zhenglong felt depressed.

"My money."

Si Fante beside him smiled and said, "Don, why can't you control your mouth?"

"Why do Europeans discriminate against Asian players? Where do you have a sense of superiority?"

Svant was taken aback, "I didn't mess with you."

"I think I'm right. If I had to choose again, I would still do it."

"I think this is because I don't want to put pressure on the players. If you are too arrogant before the game, wouldn't it be a shame to lose the game?"

Tang Zhenglong thought the same.

"My 2000 euros!"

"Hahaha."

*****
Get off the bus.

Tang Zhenglong found a pair of eyes looking at him with hostility, needless to say, those were Dortmund players.

"What are you looking at?" Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.

At this moment, a big man who was two heads taller than Tang Zhenglong walked in front of him. He was Jan Kohler, who was over 2 meters tall and the tallest football player in history.

"You are Tang Zhenglong?"

"Correct!"

(End of this chapter)