I am Crazy About Money in Football

The game is over!

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Schalke 04 won the German Cup this season by beating Werder Bremen at the Olympiastadion in Berlin.

When the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game, Ye Feng raised his hands high and roared like a god of war, which was not enough to vent his excitement.

The teammates were equally excited to the point of madness. They had almost no experience of winning the championship, and their performance was no less calm than Ye Feng's.

"Why didn't you pass the ball back?" Farfan pinched Ye Feng's neck and shook it vigorously, but Ye Feng could tell that this guy was excited.

"You assist, I score, isn't it good?" Ye Feng laughed loudly.

When Farfan thought about it, it made sense. Although his position is a forward, in fact he is not good at scoring goals. Instead, his sharp scoring after breaking through is his characteristic.

"Well, I like assists!" Farfan also laughed.

"Nimma, can you stop shaking, your neck is broken!" It turned out that Farfan's hands still didn't stop, and he was still shaking Ye Feng's neck vigorously.

"I like it, you can control it?" Farfan poked his neck, but still smiled brilliantly.

Ye Feng really wanted to throw Farfan back.

Nima, you strangled my neck, you said I can control it or not?

However, before Ye Feng could act, his teammates had rushed over and celebrated together wildly again.

Ye Feng didn't mind his own business to comfort his opponent. Although it was polite, but there were old players around, and he didn't know his teammates well. Talking too much could easily be considered as pretentious.

After celebrating for a long time, I went back to the locker room and stopped messing around, because the podium has been set up on the field, and I am waiting for the next awards ceremony!

Putting on a clean new jersey, he returned to the court with his teammates.

"What are we going to do?" Ye Feng won the championship for the first time, and he didn't know the specific process.

"Are you asking me?" Kuranyi's eyes widened, with a look of inexplicability, "I haven't participated in the awards, how would I know!"

Ye Feng couldn't help but feel helpless.

Well, it's useless to ask!

A group of rookies who haven't won the championship, even if they ask them, they don't know anything.

Fortunately, staff soon guided them to the podium and lined up on both sides of the aisle.

Ye Feng knew about this link.

According to the usual practice, when the runner-up team accepts the award, the champion team will line up on both sides to question, which shows affirmation and respect for the runner-up.

However, before the runner-ups received their prizes, the referees were the first to take the stage.

The four bald heads just walked onto the podium and took over the commemorative medal from the chairman of the German Football Association Zwanziger.

The four big bald heads look very funny. Ye Feng doesn't know why many referees insist on shaving their hair. Does this make him appear impartial?

Of course, there is also a possibility that Germans generally lose their hair in middle age, and it is expected that they will be troubled by hair loss from time to time on the court. It is better to cut the weeds once and for all.

"What do you think of this hairstyle?" Ye Feng looked at Jones's green thorns and couldn't help asking with a smirk.

Jones stroked his hair and began to think.

"When I'm really tired, I'll shave my head!" Suddenly, Jones said solemnly.

"Well, it's really tiring to take care of your hairstyle every day, and the key is to spend a lot of wax!" Ye Feng nodded and agreed.

But unexpectedly, Jones still looked at Ye Feng in surprise, "Who says I'm tired from taking care of my hair? I think I'm tired from sleeping with so many girls every day. You know, this hairstyle is so attractive to girls. I can't resist it." Can't stop, when I'm really bored, I'll shave my head!"

Ye Feng rolled his eyes, expressing that he didn't want to talk to Jones!

It's so annoying!

After the referee team received the commemorative trophy, it was the runner-up's turn to play.

The Bremen players walked over in a line, one by one downcast, as if they had been greened, and they couldn't lift their spirits at all.

Ye Feng understood their state. If it was him, he would never be able to laugh.

Of course, it's not that he was green, but that he lost the championship...

Ye Feng also deliberately hugged Diego, and comforted him in his ear. After all, he and Diego were almost inseparable throughout the game, and they had formed a deep fighting friendship.

It's just that Diego doesn't think so!

In addition, Ye Feng also had a chat with Mertesacker. As a former teammate of the national team, Ye Feng recognized Mertesacker's defensive strength very much. Deflated!

Finally, the Bremen team finished receiving their medals, and it was the turn of the champion Schalke 04 to play.

Farfan took the lead and was the first on the podium.

As the head of the Bad Boys Legion, he would never miss such a limelight.

Afterwards, Ye Feng took a deep breath and followed behind Farfan.

So nervous!

Ye Feng swore that he had never been so nervous before.

My heart was beating so fast, it felt like it was about to pop out.

Walking in front of Zwanziger, Ye Feng shook hands with the chairman of the German Football Association, then lowered his head, ready to let Zwanziger hang the medal around his neck.

Unexpectedly, Tswanzi grabbed Ye Feng's hand and would not let go.

"Your performance is great, you are definitely the most dazzling star on this court!"

Zwanziger and everyone only said congratulations, but they didn't expect to speak to Ye Feng suddenly.

"Thank you, congrats!" Ye Feng said with a smile after being slightly dazed.

"The German national team needs a talent like you, we can't live without you!"

Later, Zwanziger's words surprised Ye Feng.

At the awarding ceremony of the German Cup, he actually talked to himself about something so irrelevant to the German national team.

What does it mean?

Ye Feng didn't know, but he didn't have time to think about it. After letting Zwanziger hang the medal around his neck, he walked towards his teammates.

Shaking his head, not thinking about these messy things, Ye Feng fumbled for the medal in his hand, and couldn't help but feel excited!

This medal!

so cool!

A fierce kiss on the lips, this feeling is simply more fascinating than a woman.

So exciting!

Walking to his teammate, Englar suddenly stretched out his hand to snatch the medal from Ye Feng's chest. Ye Feng quickly dodged it, and then grabbed it back not to be outdone, and the two quickly quarreled.

"Damn it, don't touch my baby!"

"We exchange, the medals are the same anyway!"

"No, mine is gold!"

"You silly jacket, it's all gold-plated!"

After Schalke 04 coach Lutten finished receiving the medal, the climax came!

The trophy was placed in front of everyone, and the live epic music was played. Zwanziger walked up to the trophy, smiled and held the trophy in both hands, and called it to Schalke 04 captain Krstajic in a precious and precious manner.

In an instant, the Berlin Olympic Stadium boiled, and the atmosphere reached its peak!