Legendary Road

"Mario, will you watch the game tonight? Our team's first game of the new season." Thomas Muller asked Gotze next to him with a funny expression while stretching his ligaments on the green lawn , "If you want to go, let's form a team together?"

Straightening up, Gotze shook his numb calf: "Of course, but I remember Thomas, the season ticket you got this season is in the east stand?"

"Yes, it took a lot of effort for my mother to agree to do it for me."

Gotze blinked and put on a regretful expression: "It's a pity that my season ticket is in the South Stand. I'm afraid we won't be able to watch the game happily together."

"...you are superior in the show, Mario."

"It's none of my business, I'm talking to Ma Ke."

Mueller's eyes darkened, he slapped Gotze's shoulder with a slap, and said in a low tone, "But you seem to have forgotten..."

Gotze was inexplicable: "What did you forget?"

"Tonight's game is an away game, you idiot hahahahahahahaha!"

"...Heh! Heh! I'm teasing you on purpose, but I already knew that today is an away match!"

Muller was too lazy to argue with Gotze for such a trivial matter. He just rolled his eyes and put the matter behind him: "By the way, have you heard? Fabio and the Uruguayan Suarez was transferred directly to the second team."

"Why? I remember that Fabio performed pretty well in the warm-up match..." Coentraan had briefly partnered with Goetze and others, and he still recognized Goetze's strength, "Then that Tia Where is Ge Silva?"

"God knows what our head coach thinks. He is in the squad for tonight's game. As for whether he will start, I don't know."

Gotze said to himself: "Since the boss is doing this, he must have his own plans."

"Wait." Muller rolled his eyes and looked at Goetze with a hint of gossip, "Mario, you call him the boss, are you familiar with him? The coach also asked specifically when he came to us last time. your situation."

"We...should be quite acquainted? The boss took me to England to watch the London Derby, and he also went on a trip during the summer vacation that just ended... Is our relationship good?" Gotze scratched his head, "Two years ago in the summer He's also my manager at the U13 team."

Royce, who was on the side, also ran over to join in the fun after hearing the conversation here: "Tsk tsk, look, look. I actually took you to the UK to watch the London Derby, and also took you on a trip. How important is this to you. I I was also in U13 at the time, so how could such a good thing not happen to me?"

Gotze flew over with a sharp eye: "Marco, can you say a few words less?"

Royce, who was gouged out by Getze's eye knife with no deterrent effect, rolled his eyes: "Okay, okay, I'll shut up."

And Muller over there obviously missed the point after hearing Gotze's words. He muttered with a deep expression: "I didn't expect the treatment here to be so good. Why didn't I join Dortmund earlier? The summer two years ago? Oh Hell - I hadn't even moved to Dortmund at that point!"

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The tie with yellow and black horizontal stripes hangs quietly on the suit that has been ironed so that no wrinkles can be found. Yan Jing sits in the front row and looks at the car window - half of the transparent glass plate reflects the speeding outside the window. The other half is the dignified expression of the team members sitting in the back row.

The roar of the engine could only be heard on the bus that was usually full of laughter. Yan Jing supported his head with a headache and tapped his temple with his index finger.

This is just the first game of the new season. How could it be the same as the Champions League life and death match?

In the camera, Dortmund's bus is slowly approaching the Volkswagen Arena in Wolfsburg, and Tao Wei, the commentator who is doing pre-match analysis in the studio in China, is introducing the starting personnel of the two teams for this game to the audience.

"We saw Thiago Silva, Dortmund's new aid, appearing in the starting position at centre-back. This Brazilian defender played for Dynamo Moscow in Russia last season..."

In the locker room of Wolfsburg's visiting team, Yan Jing tried to relax some players who seemed a little overwrought.

"Okay, don't keep putting on such a deadly face, it's just an ordinary league game." Yan Jing smiled and drew today's formation on the tactical board, "In a few days we will have to To participate in the Champions League play-offs, like you are now, and then you will not faint from nervousness?"

Yan Jing's words caused him to stare blankly at many players.

"Oh, come on, boss. Do we look that vulnerable?"

"We're not brats who haven't participated in official competitions!"

The marker in his hand paused, and Yan Jing seemed to respond casually: "Really? Then win today's game as a guarantee?"

The team members responded one after another and said that it was a matter of course to win, and the goal was achieved, and Yan Jing gradually showed a few smiles on his mouth.

"Okay, listen to me. This is the target we need to focus on most in this game." Yan Jing took out a photo of Hank from his folder and stuck it on the tactical board with a magnet. "He only came from Hannover 96 this year. Transferred to Wolfsburg, although he did not perform too well last season because he got fewer opportunities to play, but in fact his role on the field is still not negligible."

"Unlike many German pseudo-centers, he is a powerful center in the true sense, with good ability to grab points and head the ball, but he is not fast at 1.8 meters five, and his shooting skills are not very superb, so ... Thiago!"

Before Yan Jing announced the starting roster, Thiago Silva actually didn't have much hope that he could appear in the starting roster-look at the other two new players, they were transferred to the second team for no reason. Compared with them, being able to appear on the roster is already a very good treatment.

But Yan Jing's sudden raising of his voice made Thiago Silva, who was still nervous, straighten up suddenly: "Boss! What's the matter!"

"Oh, Thiago, you don't need to react that much." Yan Jing saw that Silva's reaction was a little violent, and quickly motioned for him to calm down, "Your task in this game is to mark Hank, especially in the Stick to him on corners and set-pieces and never slip past him. Understand?"

Silva nodded again and again, indicating that he had heard it all.

Yan Jing smiled as a response, and then he continued to arrange tactical requirements for other players.

Time passed quickly during Yan Jing's explanation, and the staff of the German Football Association had come in to remind them to go out to line up, Yan Jing also immediately ended his words: "...that's roughly the case, if there is a need to change during the game , I will convey it to you on the sidelines."

"Now, guys, go conquer your opponents on the battlefield that belongs to you."

The players got up one after another, and Yan Jing walked to Silva's side and patted him on the shoulder before leaving.

"Tiago, relax, come on, you can do it."

"thanks……"

Thiago Silva, who was busy tying his shoes, responded subconsciously, and then he suddenly realized that Yan Jing was encouraging him in Portuguese just now.

Silva raised his head abruptly, and not far in front of him was the back of Yan Jing waving to him. The swaying arm made him suddenly full of anticipation for the next game.

Walking out of the player tunnel with Nafel, the stadium is full of seats. Yan Jing glanced at the home team's bench, where Wolfsburg's head coach Augenthaler sat with a serious expression.

Augenthaler once had a brief experience of coaching Leverkusen in 03, but due to his poor team record, he was fired by Leverkusen in September 03.

There was nothing wrong between Yan Jing and Augenthaler, so he walked to the home team's bench in a friendly manner and extended his hand to Augenthaler.

"Mr. Augenthaler, hello, I hope today will be a game that will make the fans happy, but the premise is that Dortmund wins the final victory."

Augenthaler couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He stood up and shook Yan Jing's hand: "Thank you, but I think only the fans at the scene of Wolfsburg's victory will be hooked."

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Nick came out of the bedroom. The TV in the living room was playing an evening soap opera, and his mother was enjoying it.

"Mom!" Nick jumped to the sofa and put his head on his mother's shoulder, "The Dortmund game is about to start, can I change the channel?"

Agnes glanced sideways at his son, since Nick ran away from home last time, he became much more sensible: "Have you finished your homework?"

"Of course!" Nick nodded, "It's on the desk in my bedroom now, you can check it."

"Okay, okay." Agnas got up and hugged Nick and kissed him on the cheek, "The TV is yours now, I'll check your homework."

It was only a minute or two since Agnes walked into Nick's bedroom, and she hadn't even had time to finish reading the first question in Nick's homework book when an exclamation from outside made her sigh helplessly. He took a deep breath and raised his voice, hoping that Nick would pay attention.

"Nick—can't you be a little quieter at the game?"

Nick in the living room was beaming with joy, and the reason why he was so happy from ear to ear was obviously the game that scored on the TV screen less than 3 minutes into the game.

"Sorry mum! But Dortmund scored, well done!"