number one striker

Chapter 5
Red White Allen is a football club located in Ahlen, a coal town in Wallendorf County, North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany. This is a typical industrial city where residents live a stable and comfortable life.

Most of the buildings in the town are low and traditional, with red brick roofs everywhere.

The work of the coal miners is hard and simple, just like their pastimes after work, there are only beer and football.

The tavern with the best business in the town is the "Kruger Tavern" in the center of the town. The owner of the tavern, Joachim Krüger, is a 45-year-old widower.

This man was tall, with big arms and round waist, with a big beard, his eyes were squinted by the fat on his face, and he looked very kind.However, this is only a superficial phenomenon. Everyone knows that Achim is the most loyal Red and White Allen fan, and every game is broadcast live on TV in his tavern.

After get off work, the workers would come here in groups of three or four, ordering a cup of the most traditional German stout, and crowding together to watch every game of Red and White Allen.

In 2008, the Red and White Allen won the Regionalliga Nord championship and was promoted to the second division. The excited Achim invited everyone to round after round of beer.The crowd swayed their passion wantonly and sang loudly.

"We will enter the Bundesliga next year!!"

However, today, the dream of the Bundesliga is getting more and more distant.

The team is in poor condition, and the offensive end is always unable to open the situation.If it continues like this, let alone an upgrade, it would be nice not to downgrade.

The two-game losing streak after the winter break is like the north wind howling now, giving people a biting cold.

At the moment, Achim is sitting behind the bar, wiping the glasses boredly. There are not many people in this meeting, and those old friends can only come over after work.

"Squeak."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and the people in the room looked back to see who let the only warmth escape.

Seeing the man's appearance, everyone put on smiling faces, and a young man yelled, "Sarah! Do you want to go on a date with me this afternoon!"

The friend next to her scolded with a smile: "Sara will only have her 13th birthday next month! You bastard is too anxious!"

Achim is not angry either, and her daughter Sara is lively by nature, because she lost her mother since she was a child, and no one taught her how to be a lady.Sarah, who grew up on the street in this way, became a tomboy with a lively and cheerful personality, and her poisonous mouth resembled Kugel's dead wife.

The young man wanted to say something, but Sarah retorted, "Becker, go and talk to Mia if you have the guts. If you don't work hard, she will be snatched away by Martin."

The bar roared with laughter, and everyone looked at the embarrassed Becker and grinned.

The guy blushed, and hurriedly picked up his wine glass to cover his expression.

"Dad, I want to go out with Leiya in the afternoon, give me some pocket money."

Achim pinched little Sara's face fondly, and said, "There is a game in the afternoon, don't you plan to go and watch it?"

Sarah asked strangely: "Didn't we just lose to Duisburg yesterday? There is no other game."

The corners of Achim's eyes twitched, this little guy really didn't open any pot.

"Sarah! It's a U19 warm-up match!" said the man who had just talked to Becker. Sarah turned around and said, "What's the point of that?"

Achim lowered his voice, with a secret expression on his face: "Do you know who the opponent is?"

Sara also imitated her father, put her two little hands around her mouth, and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

Achim raised his arms and shouted: "It's Dortmund!"

"Wow! Dortmund!" Sarah spread her arms, as if cheering, then shook her head: "Okay, give me the money, Dad."

Achim said depressedly: "You don't want to go and see?"

Sarah shook her head: "Marco is not here, I don't want to go."

Achim had no choice but to give her 20, and watched her daughter bounce out the door.

By noon, Caesar had completed a series of training with the team.

In his previous life, his physical fitness was good, but after completing the training, he realized that the gap between the amateur fancier and the mere U19 was already a world of difference.

Warm-up, basic training, and group confrontation are simply not what he can imagine at his level.

If it weren't for Caesar's body memory, I'm afraid Caesar would have been kicked out by Heimstor long ago.

"Your movements are a little stiff today, are you feeling unwell?" Marcus asked during the break.

Caesar shook his head immediately: "I'm just a little sleepy, it's okay."

Marcus smiled wryly, you kid was late for so long, and you still said you didn't wake up?
"But your speed seems to be getting faster, I said you guys have been hiding your strength, and the name of Dortmund has excited you, right?" Marcus looked at Caesar and said, the latter could only acquiesce, and he couldn't say that he had cheated.

After lunch at noon and a short rest, they returned to the court.There are already a lot of fans outside, who came to watch the U19 game even though it was only a U[-] game, which made Caesar very happy.

No matter what the game is, they support and help the team wholeheartedly. The fans and the club grow together. This is called football.

Dortmund's bus had already parked outside. Kaiser saw Heimstower and told himself from his memory that it was the coach Uke standing on the bus and the players came out one after another.

Oh Dortmund.
Wait a moment.

Dortmund U2009s in 19? !
A shadow passed over Caesar's mind, that guy seems to be still there, right? !
Sure enough, the last one to come out was a boy with a short head and a baby face.He wore a headset and looked around the training ground with a relaxed expression.

"Mario Gtze!" Caesar's face tightened, this guy is here, what else is he doing?

Marcus nodded: "That's right, this guy is the core player of the opponent. It seems that I am busy today."

And the two coaches of Red and White Allen are chatting with Dortmund's coach Theo Schneider (Theo Schneider) today. This time, the Bundesliga giants Dortmund can be contacted. A large part of the reason is the personal relationship between Uke and Schneider.

And
"Coach." An immature male voice came from the side, and the three of them looked back, and there was a handsome and thin boy standing there, scratching his head in embarrassment.

"Marco! How are you doing here?" Schneider grew up watching Marco Royce. If he wasn't too thin, he would not have agreed to let the team let Royce go in the summer of 2006.

It's just that 3 years have passed, why is this little guy still so thin.

Caesar's eyes lit up, isn't that the thigh he wanted to hug tightly, ah, no, teammate, Marco Royce.Just now he recalled that Royce should have left Red and White Allen this summer and joined Borussia.

"Okay, come here, I'll announce the starting 11 who will be waiting for a while." Heimstor left the few people who were greeting and came back to call everyone to gather.

Yeah, I don't know if I'm a starter yet.If it's just a substitute, then there is still a chance to perform.

Sure enough, the eternal "Murphy's Law", what Caesar was worried about finally happened.

In Heimstowe's game plan, there is no own name at all.

but.

"Caesar contradicted the coach yesterday, so sit on the bench and reflect on me today! When did you know you were wrong, and when will you talk about the game!"

(End of this chapter)