6 Coward’s accusation (Part 2) ()

Yang Cheng naturally didn't know that Barack, Paul and Bayer were talking in the store in the city center at noon, because after a short sleep at noon, he got up to prepare for afternoon training, but was called to the chairman's office by the office.

The chairman of Chemnitz is Stefan, Dilsmit, a German old man in his fifties and slightly obese. The reason why he is old is because a man in his fifties has all white hair, his spirit and head look bad, and he is dead, just like the club in Chemnitz.

The chairman's office is in an old wooden frame building behind the stadium. It is said that it has just been moved here. The office environment in the past was even worse. You can imagine how bad the operating conditions of this club are.

Dillsmit sat in the innermost room of the bungalow, which was very simple and had almost no furnishings. The most conspicuous one was undoubtedly the large blank space behind the guest seat of the office. The wood on it was a little mottled, but it was not covered up.

"Many people advised me to put a painting here or just re-paint it, but I didn't do this. Do you know why?" Dielsmit said, staring at the mottled wood after seeing Yang Cheng walk into the office and sitting down, staring at the mottled wood in a daze. He asked with a smile.

Yang Cheng shook his head. He was not familiar with this club, whether it was before or now.

I guess if I weren't a fan familiar with the German League, I guess I wouldn't be able to call out the name of this club, Chemnitz!

"When I was elected Chairman of Chemnitz, I told myself in my heart that I must leave something in my term. What I hope to leave the most is a brilliant moment. I hope to transform that moment into a painting, or a photo, frame it, and hang it on it."

Looking at this German who looked old but was flashing with enthusiasm at this moment, Yang Cheng discovered for the first time that behind his lifelessness, there was such a feeling that had been suppressed.

But for only a moment, Dilsmit shook his head in disappointment, "But unfortunately, until now, he has not been able to do it.

But I am confident that Reinhardt will definitely fulfill my wish!"

In his words, Dilsmit revealed his incredible confidence in Hefner.

No wonder, in the minds of East Germans, Havner is synonymous with the top famous coaches, because in his first season of his coaching career, he led Dresden to win the double championship in the East German League, and he is known as the number one coach in East Germany.

Although Hafner's coaching performance in the Bundesliga after the merger of East and West Germany was a mess, the stubborn East Germans still have confidence in him and all believe that he will regain his strength sooner or later!

Yang Cheng just listened silently, but couldn't figure out what Mr. Chairman said to him to remind him. Is he trying to tell him that Hefner's status in this club is unquestionable? Or do he want to let him retreat?

"You are a very special person. Like Tim, he is the child of Chemnitz. I know him, but you and him have made a mistake, that is, you always think that you want this world to rotate around you, but in fact, in this world, if anyone is missing, the earth will still turn like that!"

When Dilsmit said this, he deliberately paused, then took a large stack of things from the desk behind him and placed them in front of Yang Cheng, "These are all protests from fans, opposition from the players' parents in recent days, and complaint letters submitted by the players!"

Yang Cheng glanced at the things in front of him, and he didn't even have the desire to open and see what was written in it.

Seeing Yang Cheng’s reaction, Dilsmit was a little surprised, “Don’t you plan to see what they all said?”

Yang Cheng shook his head, "I don't want to, because if I had that kind of leisure, I would rather go back to the training ground, so that I can at least instill more in my players during the time I read these things, and help them play better in the near future."

Dilsmit was surprised at this moment, and his eyes changed a lot when he looked at Yang Cheng. He smiled bitterly after a while, "It seems that you are such a stubborn and stubborn young man!"

Yang Cheng refused to comment on this evaluation of whether it was praise or criticism.

"I know your bet with Reinhardt. He has explained the latest situation to me. At the same time, I hope I can not interfere with your agreement. I respect his decision because I firmly believe that he will win. You should be prepared. You are still young, only 23 years old, lack experience, but have a great future!"

It can be seen that Dilsmit is a very good elder. At least from his words, Yang Cheng heard about concern. Although he was a little angry that he would definitely lose, he would not blindly erase this concern.

He is not the kind of guy who is young and impulsive, and does not ask whether it is right or wrong!

"I know you and Tim are both young people with ability and ideas, but this is Chemnitz, the former East German city. The people here have their own traditions and order rules. If you want to continue living here, you must adapt to the environment here well. Tim has always done a good job!"

But unexpectedly, after hearing this, Yang Cheng suddenly laughed, "I feel sorry, Mr. Dilsmit, I respect you very much, respect Kaimnitz, and respect the traditions of the people here, but I am a football coach, I am not a preacher, nor the kind of savior who tries to change everything. I am just a football coach!"

In the last sentence, Yang Cheng deliberately increased his tone to show his identity!

"The purpose of my visit to Chemnitz is to show what I learned in my heart. The reason I bet with Hefner was that we have different ideas on football, which has nothing to do with East, West Germany and West Germany. I believe Hefner also thinks so. We are an open and honest gentleman's appointment!"

When Dilsmit heard this, he was very surprised because what Yang Cheng and Hefner expressed were the same ideas.

"I don't have to look at these complaints and they all know what they are. They just say that my training is too hard, or I use money to seduce these ignorant children, or I offended the fans and drove them out of the training ground..."

Speaking of this, Yang Cheng stood up, stared at Dilsmit extremely solemnly, and said word by word.

"Mr. Dilsmit, I am happy to continue working in Chemnitz, at least until the contract expires, but that must be the premise that the club respects my professionalism. If the club thinks my actions are inappropriate and asks me to change it forcibly, I am sorry. I think this is a blasphemy to my mind, and I will choose to quit my job voluntarily!"

"But..." Yang Cheng's tone was slightly relieved, "Mr. Dillsmit, if the club can try to accept these changes, I can guarantee that I will bring you a huge surprise to the club!"

When he said this, Yang Cheng pointed to the large mottled wooden wall behind the guest seat and said confidently: "Maybe, I will be the one who appears on it!"

Dilsmit was stunned for a moment, but soon laughed, and there was a bit of praise in his eyes when he looked at Yang Cheng, "Is this considered a gambling that you are forcing me to do that I don't want to do?"

Yang Cheng smiled proudly and said, "It's not gambling, but an opportunity. I can't guarantee that if you miss this opportunity, how will you and Chemnitz regret in the future!"

After saying that, Yang Cheng turned around and was about to leave, but before leaving, he took away the stack of complaint letters on the table.

Looking at his back as he left, Dilsmit was shocked by Yang Cheng's confidence, and for no reason he wanted to see what this even arrogant Chinese boy could bring to the dead Chemnitz.

After 30 minutes, before training begins.

Yang Cheng stood in front of the second team players, holding the stack of complaint letters he brought out of Dilsmit's office, and grabbed them in his hand and slapped his thighs from time to time.

It can be seen that many players on the team feel relieved when they see these complaints and are all guessing how these things are in the hands of the head coach? Could it be that he has gained the trust of Mr. Dillsmit?

Yang Cheng raised the stack of complaint letters with his right hand, scanned the first page, without a name, turned on the second page, but still had no name. After turning on the page for a few pages in one breath, they all had no name.

"Oh my God, who can tell me who wrote these complaint letters? There is not even a single name. What a bunch of cowards!"

Sweeping at the players, all of them bowed their heads, only Barack was raising his head with fearless expression.

"If I were to write a complaint letter, I would definitely write my name, because it would prove my determination and increase the weight of this complaint letter. Unfortunately, I didn't see the name, so I would treat these as pranks, boring and stupid pranks!"

While talking, Yang Cheng even threw the complaint letter in his hand into the air without even looking at it.

The complaint letter was scattered from the air like snowflakes, and most of the training ground was!

"In my opinion, cowards have no right to complain. Cowards do not even have the qualifications to resist. You can only accept it. So I am sorry to announce that all cowards, the amount of training today has doubled, and the time remains unchanged!"

In one sentence, all the players present were mourning, and everyone couldn't help but wail because they knew that the amount of training that did not change was doubled, which was equivalent to killing their lives!

But, in front of Yang Cheng, they really don’t have the power to resist even a little!
Chapter completed!