Legendary Road

In the 2003/04 season, the Bundesliga winter break lasted for a full six weeks, which made other leagues - especially the Premier League players who not only did not have a winter break, but also ushered in a devil's schedule, envy them.

The U13 team led by Yan Jing had a holiday early, which suddenly gave Yan Jing, who was busy every day, a lot of free time.

Originally, Yan Jing planned to take this long winter break to relax and travel to a warmer winter place, but when he received a disappointing call from Kraft one afternoon, he knew that his travel plan must be It's over.

"This is Kraft Bryan, I'm looking for Yan."

Yan Jing pointed out Kraft's state without tact: "Kraft, your voice sounds not only tired, but also disappointed."

"Yan, you guessed right." Kraft didn't want to hide anything, he straight to the point explained the reason, "I just came back from Munich, it wasn't a problem at all, but those little geniuses you told me... No matter how I persuade them, none of them are willing to play in Dortmund."

"What—? Why didn't you want to come?" Yan Jing was a little surprised. In his opinion, the influence of the Dortmund club was at least not so bad.

"I told them I was a scout for Dortmund, I thought they were talented, I wanted them to come to Dortmund and I promised them a bright future."

"and then?"

"They told me to think about it, I waited for a day in Munich and in the end they all told me they couldn't go."

"..."

Yan Jing was silent for a while, and then he thought of some key question, and said without much hesitation: "Kafu, can you book a round-trip ticket for me to Munich? I have to leave early tomorrow morning and come back tomorrow night. I know you're familiar with this."

"Uh, but tomorrow is Christmas Eve..." Kraft didn't seem to expect that Yan Jing would make such a request.

"Yes, Christmas Eve." Yan Jing's tone sounded as calm as ever, "I hope to bring at least one genius to the club as a Christmas gift on Christmas Eve. What do you think?"

"...sounds very good." Kraft muttered, "Okay, I'll book it for you right away, if you can handle those kids within a day, then do I still want to be the director of domestic scouting? "

"Don't worry, Kraft, I don't intend to compete with you for a job." Yan Jing replied cheerfully, "To be honest, I don't want to spend my days on airplanes and trains all year round."

Kraft rolled his eyes on the other end of the phone: "I'll store the ticket in the club security room later, you can pick it up when you find time, I'm going to hang up."

Yan Jing hung up the phone in Kraft and quickly stated his final request: "Kraft, wait, I still need you to help me find out the home addresses of those children."

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Yan Jing immediately went out to buy a mobile phone and went to the club to get back the air ticket and the note with their home address on it, and called to book a taxi, making all the preparations.

In the evening, Yan Jing told Aotelia that he would go to Munich on Christmas Eve, which made Aotelia a little unbelievable.

"Oh God, did I hear you right? Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, Yan, I know there is no such holiday in China, but this is in Germany. Can't you let go of any job first? Even workaholics don't choose How about a business trip on Christmas Eve?"

Yan Jing scratched his head, of course he knew that what Aotelia said was correct, Christmas Eve in a foreign country is like New Year's Eve in China, on this day it should indeed be a festival for family reunion.

But he thinks that tomorrow is the best time to poach the wall, or he can't wait for a day-seeing those future little monsters are there but can't touch them, his heart itch is tight.

So Yan Jing said to Aotelia: "Everything is for Dortmund."

Aotelia didn't say anything after hearing that, she just told Yan Jing to come back before night.

At six o'clock in the morning the next day, Yan Jing got up early and wrapped himself up tightly - I heard that the winter in Munich is terribly cold.

After he went downstairs, he grabbed a small bread from the basket on the table and stuffed it into his mouth, and he was ready to go.

The Dortmund International Airport was deserted, except for some airport staff and passengers returning to Dortmund, there was hardly anyone else to be seen.

While waiting to board the plane, Yan Jing took out the note and looked at his first destination - a small town called Parl near Weilheim-Schongau County in southern Bavaria, where there is a man named Thomas. Muller's teenager.

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After Yan Jing came out of Munich Airport, he called the reserved taxi, and the car arrived at the airport gate in a short while.He got into the car and reported the address written on the paper. The driver nodded and didn't say much. He stepped on the accelerator and sped towards the town of Paarl.

The town of Paar is located on a plain filled with blue vegetation, behind which are several green low mountains and snow-capped mountains.

Yan Jing looked out of the window in the taxi. The original vibrant green of the whole town has been replaced by gentle and quiet white. Most of the buildings in the town were originally bright red tiles or brown tiles.The velvet snow covered them, only a corner of bright color was exposed at the eaves to prove their original appearance.

After getting out of the taxi, Yan Jing asked the passers-by for the specific direction of the address on the paper, and then hurried over.

When Yan Jing arrived at the destination, what caught his eyes was a two-storey building with rural characteristics. In the courtyard was a Christmas tree covered with various decorations, and there was a crooked snowman with a missing nose and few eyes piled up in front of the door. .

The windows were lit, and Yan Jing thought that the whole family should be there, so he patted off the snowflakes on his coat and strode towards the door.

However, when he passed by the snowman, a boy suddenly got out from behind the snowman, holding a snow ball in his hand and threw it at him without hesitation, and shouted triumphantly.

"Simon, I will win!"

The unsuspecting Yan Jing just used his face to experience the softness of the snowball.

"Oh, hell, you're not Simon! Where's Simon?!"

Damn me!Yan Jing wiped off the snow on his face, and twitched the corners of his mouth to look at the boy in front of him. His brown-blond hair was obediently attached to his cheeks, his face was sharp and angular, and two ghostly eyes rolled around him.

It seems that this should be a handsome guy who likes people—if it wasn’t for the pink cloth strips on his head that were funnyly tied upside down with a soil turtle bow, and a carrot in the other hand, Yan Jing probably Will accept the above conclusion.

Yan Jing took a closer look and found that the boy who just hit him with a snow ball was the young and famous Thomas Muller in the future. He was so happy that he couldn't care about these trivial things with him, coughed twice and then He said solemnly: "I am Dortmund..."

"Brother, I found you! Look at the trick!"

"Simon, you are a rascal, what happened just now doesn't count!"

Before Yan Jing finished talking, another child who appeared suddenly also threw the snow ball in his hand. He felt a chill down his back and thought helplessly.

Why am I always the one who's hurt?

"Thomas, I'm the coach of Dortmund's youth team." Yan Jing stretched out his hand to pat off the snow on his back, and spoke first before the confused Muller asked, "I have only one purpose in coming to Parr Town, and I hope you can join Dortmund football club."

"I'm not going to Dortmund, I've already joined Bayern Munich, sir." Muller stuck a carrot in his hand on the snowman's forehead, called his younger brother Simon to his side, looked at Yan Jing and answered without thinking. "I think my parents talked to that Mr. Bryan about it yesterday."

Mueller's tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

But Yan Jing still kept a calm smile: "Then can I go in and talk to your parents? It's because I came here from Dortmund on Christmas Eve."

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"Mr. Muller, hello." Yan Jing looked at the couple in front of him, and he was still a little nervous. This was his first poaching operation.

"Just call me Gerhardt." Thomas Muller's father, Gerhard Muller, nodded towards Yan Yan. "But are you really Dortmund's youth team coach? You look too young, and you are still a young man." Asian……"

Immediately, Gerhardt realized how inappropriate what he said just now, and immediately explained: "Sorry, I didn't mean that. It's just that you know that there are almost no Asian football coaches in Germany..."

Yan Jing understood that Gerhardt didn't mean anything else, and he smiled understandingly: "It's okay, of course I am the coach of the Dortmund youth team, even if I am just a young Chinese-if you don't believe me, I will now You can call Mr Zorc, the sports manager of our club."

Gerhardt shook his head to indicate no need, while his wife Claudia brought a cup of hot drink to Yan Jing.

Yan Jing politely said thank you to Claudia, and then took the glass and covered the body of the glass with his frozen hands to keep warm.

He sorted out his thoughts a little bit, and continued: "Actually, Dortmund began to pay attention to Thomas a long time ago. At that time, he was still in the youth training camp of the TSV Pall Club. Our scouts have already discovered that he has extraordinary talent, but when Our scouts reported and found out that Thomas had joined Bayern."

Yan Jing sipped his hot drink and continued: "Even so, we never thought of giving up the idea of ​​bringing Thomas to Dortmund. I admit that Bayern is undoubtedly a very strong team in the Bundesliga, and their youth training can often There are some talented players like Hargreaves. But only a small number of people are famous, what about the other kids? Are they definitely not as good as those famous stars?"

This kind of thing is not absolute, Gerhardt can't find a reason to refute, so he can only continue to listen to Yan Jing's analysis.

"Bayern is very good, but whether it is the first team or the youth team, the internal competition is too fierce. Let me give you an example. Suppose there is a boy who is very talented among ordinary people. If he enters a struggling If he is on the verge of relegation and does not have the financial resources to buy a star club, then his outstanding skills will immediately attract the attention of the coach and the club—because most teams that do not have sufficient financial resources rely on their own youth training to send talents. The opportunity to come to him to play and exercise will be greatly increased, and he will receive more careful guidance on the road to growth, and even the time to set foot on the Bundesliga will be greatly advanced."

"There is no so-called superstar in a small team. As long as you can seize the opportunity to play well enough and be stable, you will become the absolute core of the team. The eyes of those giants will naturally focus on you. But if he Is it at Bayern?" Yan Jing took a breath, and continued, "To be honest, we are very envious of Bayern's youth training camp, because it is almost full of geniuses! But in such a place where a lot of talents are caught, he can still Will he get enough attention from the coach and the club? Can his playing opportunities be fully guaranteed? Maybe, but no one can say for sure about these things, right? "