Legendary Road

Zorke turned over the document in his hand and read it again and again, feeling chills in his heart.

To be precise, he had a resignation letter and a check worth 50 euros, signed by Will Malinka.

Without any warning, in the afternoon he received a letter from Manchester, England.

Zork didn't know many people in the UK, so he opened the letter with doubts, only to see a cold resignation letter and this check.

50 euros is exactly the amount of liquidated damages written in Will Marinka's contract.

Zorke couldn't believe that Will could come up with so much money. Instead, he took a closer look at the mailing address of the envelope-Sir Matt Busby Road, Old Trafford Stadium M160RA, Manchester, England.

Zorc smiled bitterly, well, it turned out that he was poached by Manchester United.

Wait, since Will isn't here, doesn't that mean there is no coach leading the U13 games?

Zork suddenly realized that this problem was not simple, and after thinking about it, he hurried to the team locker room—although he had never had coaching experience, it was very important for Zork to lead the youth team temporarily. Still no problem.

Zorke walked quickly to the door of the locker room, and stretched out his hand to push the door open.

At this time, there was a sudden roar in the originally quiet locker room, and Zorke, who was so frightened that he was not mentally prepared, withdrew his hand at once.

"You guys kick like shit!"

Anyone else in the locker room?As soon as Zorke recalled it, he felt that the voice was very familiar.

...is that Chinese? !

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Later, in Mario Gotze's autobiography after he retired, people were able to understand Yan Jing's first "performance" as a coach.

It is not too much to say that it was a performance, after all, Yan Jing was not a coach at all at the time, but just an equipment keeper with too much enthusiasm.

Gotze described Yan Jing in this way in his autobiography.

He looks like a mad lion, forgive my poor language for not being able to describe the boss's appearance vividly.

The boss at first asked us with a genial smile if we wanted a drink, but the next moment he was spitting at us like a drum in a high-powered electric washing machine.

He started by saying we kicked like shit, and then he said angrily.

"Yes, I am your new coach! Let me see your performance today. This is Mr. Zorc's idea. But you look like a group of headless chickens on the court, not only running around looking for No direction, non-stop 'buzzing' noise. Do you know how I feel? I feel like I made a huge mistake for taking this job!"

At that time, I was the only one in the locker room who knew that the boss was actually just an equipment keeper.At one point, I tried to tell him the lie, but I couldn't because the boss looked like a coach who was angry at the poor performance of the players-if I had to find someone to describe it, I think it was at the time. The boss must be possessed by Sir Ferguson.

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"I wanted to leave immediately, go to Mr Zorc and tell him I'm afraid I can't do the job. But I didn't, why? Because I saw hundreds of sad Dortmund fans! Why aren't they in the cool air-conditioned room Have a glass of Haagen-Dazs in comfort? Do you think they really have nothing to do to come and watch the garbage you guys kick?"

"fart!"

"Dum, do you know what I was thinking when you insulted your teammates on the court just now? I thought Tony slept with your little girlfriend last night. If it weren't for that, I can't explain your idiot behavior at all!"

"Tony, why don't you think about your own fault first? Look at your back pass, the girls kick more powerfully than you, your parents abuse you and refuse to give you food? But why do you look like you when you want to hit someone? Like Popeye?!"

"I really don't know how you passed the inspection of the Dortmund youth training camp. Maybe the inspectors at the time were still awake, or someone in your family knew the senior management of the club and came in through the back door through the relationship. I don't want to worry about it." How on earth did you play here, I only know that once you enter Dortmund, then you are a part of Dortmund. This is a great club! You have just lost and lost. You are discrediting Dortmund, and Dortmund don't need players like that!"

Yan Jing felt a little parched after cursing without panting, he paused for a moment, coldly glanced at the children present with his eagle-like eyes, and found that the eye sockets of several children were even red.

But Yan Jing still felt that it was not enough, so he added: "If you don't want to play, don't play. No one is forcing you to play. If you want to play, you have to listen to me. If I see anyone in the second half who is as chaotic as the first half Come on, then I will tell Mr. Zorc after the game that he will never use it again, understand?"

Will is a kind and nice guy. Usually when young players make mistakes, he will patiently point out the problem. Where have these children in Dortmund met someone like Yan Jing who scolded and then threatened?

When they heard Yan Jing's last words, they were almost stunned. There were a few children staring at Yan Jing angrily, but when Yan Jing said these words, they could only obey obediently.

No one wants to leave.

In Germany, if he was expelled from the club when he was young, it means that even if he wants to find another club to try out, it will become very difficult, because Germans don't like people who don't follow discipline!

Yan Jing looked at the group of submissive kids with satisfaction, then clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention to himself, and took a breath.

"But if you perform well enough, how about I treat you to a Haagen-Dazs later?"

The eyes of the young players looking at Yan Jing are no longer pure fear, they cast curious eyes on Yan Jing.

"Actually I'm pretty sure you guys outnumber those little bastards at Werder Bremen, it's just that you didn't put your mind on the pitch in the first half that gave them a big advantage."

Children who make mistakes can't be beaten to death with a stick. Yan Jing is someone who has experienced it anyway, so he started to coax these young players after a round of scolding.

"Have you seen the tall guy in Bremen No. 3? Every time he grabs a header, he always looks like this..." Yan Jing deliberately tilted his head to make his serious face just now hideous and funny , causing a burst of laughter from the children, and the dignified atmosphere in the locker room dissipated instantly.

"The only thing they are better than us is luck!" Yan Jing strikes while the iron is hot, waving his hands exaggeratedly in the air, mobilizing everyone's emotions, "Why don't you let them see how strong our Dortmund is? You can completely They kicked like pussies and went back crying and complaining to their mom!"

"Oh, Mom, there are a group of hooligans in Dortmund, they, they treat me..." Yan Jing squeezed his throat and made a grievance to wipe away tears, "Woo, I will never go to Dortmund again."

The children burst out laughing.

Yan Jing felt that it was a pity that he didn't go to acting - he didn't think he had the ability to be a coach at that time.

The 15 minutes of halftime passed in a blink of an eye. Yan Jing looked at his watch and threw a group of people out.

"Okay, guys, remember what I just said, go, let them see how powerful we Dortmund people are!"

Yan Jing was the last one to walk out of the locker room. In the not-so-wide aisle, he thought he should drink some water.

At this time, a cup filled with clear water suddenly appeared in front of him. Yan Jing subconsciously took it and turned his head to say thank you. , As a result, he was so frightened that he almost spilled water on Zorke behind him.

"Zo, Mister Zorke...?!"

Realizing that Zorke might have heard all of what he said just now, Yan Jing blushed in embarrassment, didn't even know where to put the hand holding the cup, and stammered, not knowing what to say.

"Oh, Yan, don't be nervous." Zorke was much calmer than Yan Jing imagined, "Yes, I did hear all those words just now, and I think you are right."

"Thank you, but..."

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me." Zorke interrupted Yan Jing with a smile on his face, "But did you forget to tell the children the most important thing?"

the most important thing?At first, Yan Jing was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, but then he suddenly realized.

Damn it!He scolded so selflessly that he forgot to deploy tactics!

"Mr. Zorke, I'm sorry, I have to go out first." Yan Jing even forgot his own identity at this time, and he hurried out of the dressing room because he was too involved in the scene.

"He's only 23, but he looks like he was born to be a coach..."

Zorke looked at Yan Jing's back and muttered to himself, a crazy idea came to his mind.

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Yan Jing came to the bench on the sidelines, and the second half of the game has already started.

He observed every Dortmund player on the field, and sure enough, he no longer had the impatience of the first half, but they still couldn't seem to find any good way to attack Bremen's goal.

"Dam, don't press so hard, do you think you are Carlos?"

Bremen's coach, Dortmund fans on the sidelines and Stitch all looked at him in surprise.

Where did this idiot come from?

Stitch trotted over, grabbed Yan Jing's arm and tried to take him away: "Yan, what are you doing? This is where the coach stays, hurry up and leave."

Yan Jing not only did not answer Numan, but also asked: "Numan, what is the name of number seven in our team?"

"Uh, Diffin Laita." Stitch subconsciously responded before realizing, "Why do you ask this?"

"Diffin! Pass the ball, pass the ball - even Ronaldo can't shoot it from that angle!"

"What about number eight?"

"... Cary Finn."

"Mario, switch sides with Cary and try kicking the wall! Don't always think about doing it alone, trust your teammates!"

Under Yan Jing's command and dispatch without hesitation, Dortmund's offense finally began to improve.

When the forward pass became less difficult after the midfield was connected, the excellent foot skills of the Dortmund players began to work.Gotze, who is in charge of the midfield offensive organization, can often pass a wild through ball, which makes the Bremen players fearful.

And this offensive finally turned into a goal in the 70th minute.

Werder Bremen get a corner kick.Their No. 8 player took the corner kick, and the ball flew to the near corner of the goal. Players on both sides secretly made some small moves on the opponents around them in order to fight for the first spot.

In the melee, Dortmund's goalkeeper quickly attacked, and he threw his fists to block the ball out of the penalty area. The ball just landed at the feet of Goetze near the front of the penalty area.

After taking the ball, Gotze turned around and ran towards Bremen's half. Bremen's tall central defenders all went to the penalty area to compete for headers and had no time to take care of defense, so Gotze fell far behind.

When Gotze had already dribbled the ball from the right to the edge of the opponent's penalty area, there were only two Bremen players defending in front of him.

Götze glanced at the back from the corner of his eye. Both Laita and Finn had already stepped forward to meet him. At the same time, two Bremen players were struggling to chase back, forming a three-on-four situation in the frontcourt.

Yan Jing, who was sitting on the bench, looked nervous. He wanted to say something but was afraid of distracting the players, so he swallowed hard, praying that the goal would be scored.

Fortunately, no one would pay attention to the situation of the coach on the sidelines at this time. The fans who watched most of the bad goals stood up one after another, and their eyes fell on the little man wearing the No. 10 jersey.

What will he do? !

Gotze didn't hesitate too much and broke into the penalty area with the ball. The Bremen defender didn't dare to slack off and got stuck at the angle of Gotze's near post.

But what surprised him was that even in this case Gotze still kicked.

Idiot, did he ignore what their coach said?Even Ronaldo can't shoot from this angle!