number one striker

Chapter 107

"The game is over! The game is over! In the end, the German team won the goal with Caesar's plum twice and Wagner's header at the last moment! He defeated the host Sweden U3 of the competition with a score of 1: 21! Successfully entered the final! We will compete for the final European Youth Championship (reality in this venue on the evening of June 6, and another semi -final winner of tomorrow (reality. Among them, the two semi -finals started the same day and at different times. The final was June 30. The plot needs, make a small change)! "!"! "

"Luther, you're bleeding again." Khedira pointed at the corner of Caesar's brow, and the latter quickly touched it: "No, where is the bleeding?"

Khedira smiled happily with a horse face: "I'm teasing you."

Caesar rolled his eyes and thought, if he didn't want to meet your girlfriend, I would have already kicked her up.

"Let's go, thank the fans!" Khedira greeted his teammates, and a group of people walked under the stands of the German fans to thank the fans who had always supported them.

"Caesar! Caesar!"

"Caesar! Come and take a picture!"

"Caesar I love you!!!"

As he spoke, a piece of women's underwear was dropped and landed on Castro's head.

Boateng looked at Hummels, who was in a hurry and pulled off his underwear, and said: "It seems that this female fan's hand throw is not as accurate as Manu (Neuer)."

"It's so cold, Jerome (Boaten)." Hewedes folded his arms and pretended to shake, but Caesar said in his heart, "You have so little hair, you must be cold."

"I peeled off your skin!!!!"

The two immediately chased and fought without any image.

Hummels stood there in a daze holding the underwear. After a while, he figured it out and muttered: "Go back and get it to Mario (Götze), his breasts are so big."

After the thanks, everyone took the bus back to the hotel.On the way, Hrubesch announced good news and bad news.

"Tomorrow is a day off!"

"yeah!!!!"

Everyone cheered.

"Show me the game at night! Check out the opponent!"

"Depend on!!!"

"Isn't that your job Coach!"

"That's right! Protest and protest!"

"Coach! Gonzalo (Castro) said he didn't want to play in the final!" Caesar looked at Castro who had been yelling "protest" and said.The latter immediately closed his mouth, and quickly shook his head under Hrubesch's murderous eyes.

"Okay, Mark originally asked each of you to submit a 1000-word testimonial, but I refused for you." Hrubesch betrayed his assistant, "I said, which of these idiots has gone to school, they are all illiterate, and they may not be able to read more than 1000 words, and they still write a testimonial."

This is true, Kaiser, as a Bayern fan, knows this very well.

He read a post on the Internet, which mentioned the academic qualifications of most of the players in the Bayern team at that time, which surprised him.

Only Alonso, Martinez, Muller, Kimmich, and Lewand have a high school diploma (Abitur, passed the high school final exam, and have a high school diploma leading to a comprehensive university), and high school students (Fachabitur, relatively low-level, but have the qualifications for admission to junior colleges) are only Bard, Neuer, and Robben.

Captain Lahm and general Hummels even only have an intermediate diploma (Mittlere Reife), and none of the entire team has a higher education than the High Emirates.

So when this remark came out, the bus became quite quiet. Everyone was ashamed to mention their education background and began to pretend to rest.

Ozil squirmed in his seat and started to give him a strange look: "Mesut, do you have hemorrhoids?"

"What the hell do you have hemorrhoids!" Ozil yelled.

"Then why are you twisting?"

"It's been a long time since I went out for entertainment, my hands are itchy."

Caesar looked at the frequency of Özil's buttocks twisting, and thought, it's not that your hands are itchy, but your little brother is itching.

"Forget it you, there's only one last game left, let's get it done honestly." Caesar dissuaded, and Ozil said itchyly: "Hey, you said we pretend to watch the game tomorrow, but we are actually going to have fun, how about it?"

Caesar's eyes lit up, Ozil thought he was moved, and said eagerly: "It's okay, I promise the old man won't find out."

Caesar nodded, Ozil was overjoyed, and then heard him say: "Let's go to watch the match tomorrow."

"what?"

"Go to the game tomorrow! That's it!" Caesar nodded, ignoring Ozil's resentful gaze, and began to close his eyes and rest.

His intention is very simple, it is to win.

Because of his crossing, the overall progress of this competition has changed.

For example, the 4:0 that should have appeared in the finals appeared in the group stage ahead of time, and the opponent of the German team in the semifinals also became Sweden.

Tomorrow's England vs. Italy game, it's hard to say who can advance to the two teams.If it is England, it is easy to handle, and the German team will win.

but if italy
The German U21 in the previous life faced Italy in the semi-finals, and was almost blown away by the opponent.If it weren't for Baker's shocking long-range shot and Neuer's high-speed block, and the German team's record against Italy, it is very likely that they will stop in the semi-finals.

If England fail to stop Italy tomorrow, Germany will be on their own.

Caesar's desire for this championship is more than anyone else. He hopes to become the number one striker in the world and does not want to let himself miss any championship.

So no matter who the opponent is, he has to win.

"Tomorrow, go to the game."

Caesar muttered something silently, Ozil gave him a resentful look like a little daughter-in-law, and sighed: "Hey, there is no fun at all, you football fanatic."

The next day, Dustin Doerr finally got the news that Caesar, Ozil and Höwedes were going to watch the game live tonight.

"Don't forget, you just happened to go to watch the game and just ran into them." Duer told Nia James, who muttered, "Why don't you go if you are so interested."

Dull rolled his eyes: "He doesn't like men."

Nia James narrowed her eyes and licked her plump lips. This action made Dole's heartbeat stop for a moment.

He thought Nia James would be very resistant to this beauty trick, after all, hooking up players for news sounds like a bitch.

Unexpectedly, Nia agreed very readily. Although she muttered and seemed unwilling, Duer could tell at a glance that she was actually very interested in Caesar.

Dole felt sour in his heart, after all, he had been obsessed with Nia James many times.

(End of this chapter)