"That game last night was really bad!" As soon as Zwangziger got into the car that came to pick him up, he shook his head and sighed. After reading the newspaper, the media criticized the performance of the national team players, believing that they were not performing well enough.

"It's really not good enough. I heard that even Yang Cheng was furious, but he didn't show it in front of the players, especially when he was equalized, he was said to be furious!" Blauze smiled. Sometimes he felt strange. Yang Cheng usually looked very steady and restrained, but when he got on the court, he easily became passionate and arrogant.

Many German fans like him, but in fact, it is because his personality is similar to most German fans.

"This group of players is really too soft. They can't bear the pressure and can't do big things!" Zwangziger said with courage, as if he was a person who did big things. (Xiankun)

Dots in the sky)

"But these German media really changed their minds and all pushed the blame to the players. They had no complaints about Yang Cheng at all, and they took the initiative to excuse him, saying that he had only led the team for a few days, and that it was good to lead the team to qualify from the group!" Zwangziger sneered, and he felt that this was too different.

Blauze wanted to say that this was the truth, but he knew that he could not say it because Zwanzig was not happy to listen.

"Our Caesar may be treating the national team as Real Madrid. He probably hasn't adjusted yet. He didn't realize that Ozil is Kaka's substitute in Real Madrid, Klose is Villa and Aguero in Real Madrid. Real Madrid has Xavi Alonso, Thiago Silva, David Silva, and Cristiano Ronaldo, but none of us have!"

When Zwanziger said this, he narrowed his eyes and leaned against the headrest of the seat, "He may not be suitable for our national team!"

"But now, Nielsbach and Beckenbauer both value him very much. Ms. Merkel personally invited him, and everyone is optimistic about his future in the German team. You should bring up these things at this time..." Blauze reminded.

Zwanziger nodded, "I understand that Beckenbauer is the chairman of UEFA. I will remind our football emperor at the right time not to interfere in the internal affairs of the member Football Association. As for Nielsbach, he has long been salivating about my position. Merkel was just influenced by them, and she also wanted to use Yang Cheng to increase her support rate too much!"

"It's a pity that Yang Cheng is just a person. With the current situation of the German team, how far can he go?" Zwangziger raised his lips and sneered, because the picture predicted that Germany may have crossed the United States, but stopped in Uruguay.

In other words, I can't enter the top 4!

"You still can't underestimate Yang Cheng!" Blaoze and Yang Cheng had contact and were deeply impressed.

"I won't underestimate him. On the contrary, I see him fairly and fairly. Do you think a head coach who has no communication or contact before and has no knowledge of the national team's situation? Hurryingly leads a team with low morale. What can one week change?" Zwanziger shook his head, "Nothing can be changed!"

In his plan, if the national team's record in South Africa is not good, it is the best excuse for him to refuse to invite Yang Cheng. But if Yang Cheng leads the team well and can be satisfactory, such as entering the quarterfinals of 8 or the quarterfinals of 4. At that time, the domestic call for him to retain him is very high, then he will do a favor and in turn win over Yang Cheng to build momentum for himself.

This is the advantage of the superiors!

Zwanziger's abacus was very smart, so after a two-hour drive, he arrived at the hotel where the German team stationed in Lestenburg. When he heard that the national team had gone to the training site, he immediately asked Blauze to take him directly to the temporary training ground in Germany.

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Since public security issues are a major hidden danger in the South African World Cup, the South African government attaches great importance to the safety of participating teams.

The team is not only followed by the police from the brigade and led the way, but even outside their training ground, there are policemen full of guns and ammunition. Even when there is open training, fans and reporters must go through strict inspections to pass the training ground.

However, since Yang Cheng took over the German team, he has refused all public training to the public, saving a lot of trouble.

Blauze has a German Football Association certificate. After passing the test, he successfully drove into a football training ground in Lestenburg.

After parking the car, Zwanziger took him to the training building.

From a distance, I saw three old men in the training building facing the gate of the training ground, looking sneaky and peeping through the glass door of the gate. Even Zwangziger and the others came behind them, and were not noticed.

"What are you doing?" Zwangziger shouted loudly.

The three old men were shocked and turned around one by one. One of the white-haired old men pointed at Zwangzig, "Poller, who is this guy? I'm so scared. It looks so familiar!"

The red-nose Poller approached a little, "Oh, the Chairman of the Football Association!" After saying that, he turned around and continued to look at the training ground with disdain.

"Fuck, it's so unlucky!" The old man who spoke first also turned around and ignored Zwangzig.

Zwanziger was furious, "What the hell are you doing? How could you appear at the national team station?"

"We are guests invited by Mr. Yang Cheng!" Another old man raised his head and raised his chest and answered with staring at Zwangziger.

"Guest? What guest? Why don't I know?"

"Why do you have to know? You're a big deal!" Boller, the red-nosed man, was also very angry. This old guy was noisy when he came.

His ears kept roaring, and he had never seen such a loud voice. I really thought that a loud voice could kill people?

"You..." Zwanziger pointed at Poller. At this moment, he happened to see Frick coming from the training ground. He immediately waved to Frick. After Frick approached, he asked, "What the hell are the three of them? Why did they enter the training ground?"

"Mr. Yang Cheng asked us to scold people. Are you planning to let us scold them?" Lafitte glanced at Zwanziger with disdain. Almost German fans didn't like this politician chairman.

Zwangziger was furious, but he had to hold back. He couldn't compete with three fans who were about the same age as him, right? If this was spread, it would damage his image!

"What the hell is going on?" Zwangziger simply didn't look at the three old men and stared at Frick.

"It was indeed Mr. Yang Cheng invited me. I'm going to take them to the conference room now!" Frick replied.

When Zwangziger heard this, "I want to see what's going on!" After that, he took the lead in walking along the corridor.

Frick wanted to say something, but Zwanziger had already walked away and could only sigh and greet the three old men to follow.

The players entered the training building from the training ground in a noisy way and came to a simple conference room that was temporarily sorted out. There were no decorations, but they had the most basic equipment such as blackboards and projectors, which was considered to satisfy their use.

As soon as they approached the conference room, they immediately saw the dark-faced Zwangzig coming to the corner of the corridor. A group of international players suddenly felt secretly in their hearts. This guy is not easy to mess with. Seeing that his face is so smelly, he is probably going to get angry.

In fact, the players have a bad impression of him. Just imagine, a Football Association chairman actually ran to the team bus, grabbed the position of the head coach, and went out with the team carelessly. He entered and exited the locker room at will. It is easy to imagine how much such a person has in the minds of the players.

"The game was like that, thanks to you, you are still in the mood to joke!" Zwangzig said with a sinister face and shouted in a very unceremonious manner.

Some of the players simply didn't look at him, while others didn't like his expression. In short, no one paid attention to him and walked into the temporary conference room and found a place to sit down.

"Hello, Chairman!" Yang Cheng walked in from outside with a smile with a coaching staff.

Tswangziger, who had a gloomy face just now, immediately felt a gloomy Zhuoqing, at least there was a smile on his face, "Hello, Mr. Yang Cheng! I just came back from Germany, so I came here to check the team!"

Yang Cheng nodded, "Everything is normal for the team!" After saying that, he waited until the players were all in, and Frick and Poller and the other three were also in, he would also follow him in.

Ziwangziger was obviously used to the previous practices. He also followed Yang Cheng to go in, but as soon as he entered the door, Yang Cheng stopped and just pretended that he was blocking the door of the conference room.

"Is there anything else? Mr. Zwangziger?" Yang Cheng turned around and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Ziwangziger was stunned. When Yang Cheng asked this question, he didn't know how to answer, especially when he saw everyone's eyes gathered on him, his face turned pale and blushed.

"I have something to have a meeting with the players. It's about the game against the United States. People who are not in the locker room will not be allowed to listen, so if you have something, why not wait and say it later, okay?" Yang Cheng said politely, but in fact he was giving an order to expel the guest, telling Zwanziger that Yang Cheng is not Löw.

Ziwangzig's face was as blushed as a pig's liver, gritted his teeth. He held back his anger and did not answer. He waved at Blauze and walked out of the training building first.

"Today's shame. One day I will be rewarded ten times a hundred times!" As soon as Zwanziger went out and got into the car, he could not resist the anger in his heart. This was a humiliation that he had never been since he took over the president of the German Football Association, especially in front of all the players. Where did this put his face as the chairman?

Tswanzig also knew in his heart that Yang Cheng's move was equivalent to expressing his opinion. He might have been unwilling to intervene in the dispute before, but now that he has taken over the German national team, he can no longer get rid of it. So this time he did it on purpose, and at the same time it was also to maintain the dignity and status of the team's head coach, especially in the minds of the players.

This damn Yang Cheng!

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From Berlin to the Brandenburg Gate in the east and to the Victory Column in the west, there is a Bodhi Street less than two kilometers. This is not only a place for foreign tourists to visit, but also a favorite street for Germans who love Bodhi trees. It is also a place where German fans will gather to watch the game every time they arrive at major competitions. It is called the World Cup Square.

In the match between Germany and Ghana, Berlin had more than 400,000 fans gathered on this street, gathered in front of nine huge LCD screens near the Brandenburg Gate to watch the live broadcast of the World Cup.

When they saw the German team having the advantage, they were very happy. When they saw Thomas Mueller scored the first goal for the German team, the whole game was joking, but when they saw that the German team was quickly equalized again, they could not hide their sadness and regret.

The picture was edited to the game between Germany and Serbia. After losing that game, countless German fans around the Brandenburg Gate were crying, including men and women, elderly people and children. At that time, they were just for a game, a football match that was very, very far away from them, but they shed their precious tears.

These scenes appeared in the dark conference room and were presented to all the German players. The three old men just talked about their experiences, among which the red-nosed Pohler spoke very well.

"We were originally going to scold you. We had a lot of swear words to scold you, but once we walked into this place, we couldn't scold you. We said a thousand words, but in the end we were still one sentence. Don't give up, we can win!"

The picture is frozen on a little fan in a wheelchair. His parents always accompanied him to watch the game under the big screen. His mouth kept moving and his whole body trembled, as if he wanted to convey all the power of his upper body to the South African arena thousands of miles away and to the players of the German national team.

A whistle came from the big screen, and the little football fan in the wheelchair cried with his head and could not calm down for a long time...

The lights were on again, and some international players were indifferent, some were infected by the picture, some looked calm, but their eyes could not hide their shock and excitement, and even felt guilty. There were a few, one or two, with crystal clear eyes.

"I confirmed our itinerary after returning to Germany early this morning, and I also posted it on my Weibo and columns. After returning to Germany, we will enter the Brandenburg Gate from the victory column and meet all the fans in the square!" Yang Cheng walked from one side to the middle of the conference room and into the middle of the players.

"I don't know what you are feeling now, but I hope you all think about it. After returning to Germany, you have to face this group of fans!" He pointed to the large screen in the freeze and said to the players, "It's best that you have a clear mind in your heart. Should you accept their cheers and greetings? Or should you bear their saliva and abuse?"

The players were all quiet, but they were all looking at Yang Cheng. They didn't expect that Yang Cheng would treat them in this way.

"I don't care. I can walk into that street. I believe that even if I lose to the United States, no fans will do anything to me. But what about you? Are you ready to walk into that street and face the fans there?"

"I hope each of you can ask yourself what you want, and remind yourself that everyone should be responsible for what they have done, whether it is gloriously correct deeds or stupidly bad mistakes!"

"And how to pass the Brandenburg Gate, the decision is in your hands and has nothing to do with others!"

Afterwards, Yang Cheng walked out of the conference room directly, leaving behind 23 German internationals in the conference room.
Chapter completed!