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When the final whistle blew, Karl ran into the field at the speed of the wind.

His black windbreaker fluttered like a butterfly behind him.

"Karl Oston threw down the Cottbus coach who wanted to shake his hand, and ran into the field desperately! His target was obviously Portillo who had just made a contribution to the team. It’s the first time I’ve seen him perform so emotionally in the Bundesliga Bundesliga!”

The Bavarian commentator laughed so hard that his stomach ached: "The head coach of Cottbus looked annoyed, and he said a word to Oston's back, what he said was... Haha, if any TV station will do this game in the future For the highlights of the game, remember to put a mosaic on this shot, because that word is too discordant!"

Portillo had already been pressed down by his teammates to pile up Arhat. When he struggled desperately to get out of the crowd, he was hugged tightly by a purple figure again!

When he smelled the faint smell of aftershave from the opponent's body, Portillo realized that this figure was none other than the team coach Karl Oston in a purple shirt.

Carl patted him on the back: "Congratulations! Javier, I knew you could do it!"

With a smile on his face, Portillo gave a deep hug to the man he wanted to be grateful for.

……

If it is said that after the No.20 three rounds of the Bundesliga Bundesliga, people still hold a wait-and-see attitude towards Portillo, when the No.20 four rounds, Portillo once again contributed one goal and one assist for Munich 1860, the media They collectively boiled.

And it's not just the German media that jump up and down like they've been on stimulants. The Spanish and British media are even crazier than the German reporters.

"One goal per game, former Real Madrid star resurrected" - German "Bild"

"Auston's signings in winter and another win in Munich 1860 to gain three consecutive victories" - Germany's "Kicker" "The True Biography of Sir Auston's Master Auston, a genius of the past" - the British "Daily Mail" in the whole article It's all about how Karl learned from Ferguson and how he learned how to train players from Ferguson. After he went to Germany to coach alone, he used the skills he trained in England to discipline all the players under his command. .

This report was reprinted in the Manchester Evening News the next day, but in the Manchester Evening News, the writer had to mention that Karl was "manufactured by Manchester United", "has English nationality" and so on every few paragraphs. (Obviously the "Manchester Evening News" "forgot" that Karl Oston also had German nationality)

"The Bundesliga second coach activates the Spanish golden boy! "—Spain "Marca"

"Behind the Rise of Portillo" - Spanish "Aspen"

The most excited ones are of course the Spanish media, because Portillo was once their most promising talented player, especially the pro-Real Madrid media "Marca" and "Aspen". They named it "Raul Second" during their brilliant and dazzling youth. Later, Portillo was wasted day by day beside the water cooler, and he was finally loaned to Florence, Italy, which was their greatest regret.

Up to now, Portillo is still on the list of "the most regrettable talented star" series that the Spanish domestic media occasionally summarizes.

However, when the news that Portillo scored in two consecutive rounds and was in a brave state in training was sent back to Spain, not only the Spanish media, but even the fans were excited, because all Real Madrid fans still remember them The number one "killer" of the youth academy that was once famous in La Liga.

Just like in the Premier League, players with English household registration are always more expensive than others and have higher attention than others. Spain also pays special attention to local players. In order to meet the needs of domestic fans in Spain, several players in Spain The big media have sent reporters to Germany, hoping to get first-hand news from Munich 1860.

However, when the Spanish reporters came to Munich, they hit a wall—they couldn’t find Javier Portillo anywhere. The Munich 1860 training base was closed to the media, and Portillo never attended the team’s meetings. The press conference before and after the game, and they don't know where the other party's address in Munich is.

Of course, the reporters couldn't find Portillo, because at Carl's request, the other party has been deliberately avoiding various interviews.

Carl said to Portillo: "You once fell from heaven to hell. How beautiful you were in your early years and how miserable you were later, all of this is inseparable from your overexposure in your youth. Every move you make is in the media. If you underperform a little, you will face tremendous pressure. This pressure is never a good thing for you. It may help you to be self-confident when you are shining, and become the one that crushes the camel when you are down. The last straw. So even though you are past the worst period now, I hope you don't expose yourself to the camera too much, you are a professional football player, and you are fed by your feet technology, and nothing else.”

After years of training, the young Spaniard has actually seen through a bit. He nodded very obediently: "I will obey you in everything."

In the end, it was Karl who stood in the spotlight instead of Portillo.

It's just that he didn't give the reporters too much enthusiasm. He just dutifully answered every question raised by the reporters-including how he thought of introducing Portillo to the team and how to arrange a new training menu for Portillo. , Why insist on letting Portillo start and so on.

But no matter how the Spanish media beat around the bush and asked to see Portillo, Karl refused coldly. His official statement was very polite: "Portillo is currently preparing for the battle, and his condition is just now. The recovery is still unstable. Why don't you come to interview him after he has achieved greater results? Now only two games have passed, and everything is still undecided."

Many Spanish journalists had to return to the country with disappointment. Some of them were particularly flexible and thought of the next best thing——If you can't interview Portillo, you can get news from his family!

But what they got in the end was only the gratitude of Portillo's family to Munich 1860 coach Karl Oston. Portillo's father shook the hand of the "Aspen" reporter and said: "Without Karl Alston, my son would not be where he is today!"

The reporter of "Aspen" felt that the other party's words were too exaggerated, but in order to pursue sales and dramatic effects, he still moved the old Portillo's words to the newspaper verbatim.

So Spain, especially Real Madrid fans, know that there is a young coach in the German Bundesliga who is the biggest contributor to rejuvenating their "golden boy".

However, not everyone in the media set their sights on Portillo, or what method Karl used to activate the former Real Madrid genius. A new nickname: "Carl Alston - The Leak Picker!" "

"For a mere 120 million, Karl Oston bought two strikers for Munich 1860! The striker Diofanis Yekas, who has just joined Oston and was recruited by the Greek national team, has played 7 times for the team He scored 4 goals twice, and his performance in the national team training camp was also very impressive. And Portillo, the former Real Madrid star who was once famous in Europe and has gradually attracted everyone's attention, also contributed Brilliant score in one goal."

"Only one Yekas, the current worth is more than 120 million, not to mention the other Portillo who is recovering. But the total price of Auston's purchase of them was indeed just over one million! Ozil, a young player worth 30 that he picked up from the German Regional League, has gradually shown his genius on the field recently, with excellent passing, organizational skills, and overall vision."

"Where did Oston get such a vicious vision? The English media said that he got the true biography of Manchester United coach Ferguson, but look at the series of transfers after he moved to Munich 1860 and the actions of promoting players from the youth team. It's more like being taught by Professor Wenger."

"Let's start to look forward to what new moves will be made by 1860 Munich this summer! Because looking at the current momentum of the Lions, their return to the Bundesliga is already unstoppable!"

……

When Carl passed by the security room of the stadium, his eyes accidentally caught a light golden head.

That hairstyle looks so familiar...

He stopped, stood at the door of the security room, looked in through the open door, and passed the huge body of the stadium security director. A tall and big boy was standing facing the door with his head slightly lowered. Such a dazzling mohawk is really rare, coupled with that figure like an antenna pole, and the grass green sports jacket that has not changed a while ago, Karl quickly judged: the boy in the security room It was Lambert Koch.

It was the "bad boy" who almost beat up the Munich 1860 youth academy and made Enceres fear and miss.

Of course, the other party left a deep impression on Karl.

With a little curiosity, Carl raised his hand and knocked on the door of the security room.

The security director quickly turned around, and after seeing that the person who knocked on the door was Carl, a smile quickly appeared on his fat and deformed face: "It's Mr. Alston! What can you do?"

Carl pointed to "Mohigan": "What's the matter, why is there a boy standing here?"

"What else can it be, this is a thief!" The security director said angrily: "I have had several games in a row, and I saw this bad boy sneaking into the stadium without buying a ticket! I almost caught him last time , but he stepped on his foot and ran away. Today was just right, I caught him in the men's room just after the game, I asked him for his parents' contact information, but he refused to say anything, and I am going to call the police now."

"I'm not a thief!" Lambert Koch yelled at the security director: "I just watched a few games without buying a ticket!"

"When I didn't know, who knew how many fare evasions you evaded?" The security director said angrily: "I told you clearly that as long as you make up the money, I will let the past go, but what is your reaction? You still want to run away from me! I know what you underage kids are thinking—you don’t think it’s exciting to buy a ticket to enter the venue like a good student!”

Mixing gangs, fighting, and evading fares to sneak into the stadium to watch the game...Looking at Lambert Koch, Karl seemed to see a crooked sapling.

He nodded to the security chief, he didn't want to mind this nosy business, and was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly found that the clothes on Lambert Koch were a bit weird.

So he stopped in his tracks and took a closer look—just now, from a distance, he thought that this sports jacket was probably in a retro style, but when he took a closer look, he found that the style of the clothes was very old, and it seemed to be a bit old.The fabric is also clean but worn out, the cuffs and neckline are white, and there are two inconspicuous patches on the back. All the details show that this dress has a history of at least seven or eight years, and the owner is often wearing.

Carl took a closer look at Lambert Koch from top to bottom again: the light blonde hair was not dyed, it was natural; there was a cheap scent on the mohawk hairstyle, which seemed to be made of cheap pomade Well-made; shirt whitish; jeans also look old; sneakers clean, but overall scuffed.

Lambert Koch's family is probably very poor, which may be why he can't afford the security chief.

"You like watching football very much, why don't you watch the live broadcast at home, but sneak into the stadium instead?" Carl suddenly asked the boy in front of him.

Lambert Koch raised his head quickly. He stared at Carl closely like a little wolf, as if studying: What does this person want?What is his purpose?

After a long while, he said in a low voice: "There is no TV at home, even if there is, I don't have the money to watch the pay-per-view live games."

"Mr. Alston, don't believe his words!" The chief security officer couldn't help interjecting: "He's a repeat offender! Sneaking into the stadium isn't just once or twice. He is definitely a liar in his life. This kind of person needs to be notified by the police. Parents should take good care of them, otherwise they will definitely commit crimes in the future!"

After saying that, the security director turned and walked towards the desk, as if he wanted to call the police.

Lambert Koch stared straight at the security director's movements, clenched his fists, and his face turned pale as paper in an instant.

"Wait a minute!" Karl suddenly softened for some reason, and stopped the security director: "I'll give you the ticket money for him, so don't call the police."

The security director shook his head and said, "Mr. Alston, you can't be so kind! You don't know him, why are you cheating for a little..."

"No, I know him." Carl took out his wallet and took out a few banknotes, then handed them to the security chief, saying, "His name is Lambert Koch."

The security director's expression was extremely astonished.

As for Lambert Koch, his burning eyes fell on Karl's face, and his bright eyes were full of doubts and vigilance.

……

"You are Karl Alston, the head coach of 1860 Munich! Why do you know me?"

When Karl and Lambert Koch walked out of the security room side by side, the boy couldn't wait to ask questions.

Carl just smiled and said a name: "Savio Nsereco."

Koch's face changed: "You...he..."

Karl didn't mention that he had seen Koch and Nseleko play football, let alone that he had known about each other's past. He just turned his mind and said: "I saw you when I went to the youth team. Youth training The battalion does not allow outsiders to watch, so I asked a few words, and Nsereko said that you are his cousin."

"Ah, yes, I'm related to him." Koch said perfunctorily, lowered his head slightly, and frowned suspiciously: Why didn't he remember seeing this man near the training ground of the youth academy?

"Let's go." After leaving the gate of the club, Karl motioned to Lambert Koch.

Lambert Koch was at a loss: "Where?"

"Although there is no police, I still want to meet your parents." Carl said simply: "I have to talk to them about your fare evasion."

Because of Enserek's description, and because of some good luck, Karl didn't want the boy to be sent to the police station, but people who do wrong things have to be punished, fight with gangs and evade fares, Lambert Koch must be sent to the police station by him Only under the strict supervision of their parents.

Lambert Koch suddenly changed his face. He stared at Carl for a few seconds, shouted: "Look at your back!", and then started to run.

Karl, however, had already seen through this trick that he was going to play. Before Koch could take a step, Karl grabbed the collar of his coat tightly in his hand—it was at this time that Karl suddenly realized that the boy in front of him had grown up. He was taller than himself, at least 190, because he had to stand on tiptoe if he wanted to firmly grasp the boy's shoulders.

"You take me home, or after I find out where you live tomorrow, bring the police to your door." Carl said with a smile, "Choose one yourself."