I am Crazy About Money in Football

Before heading to South Africa, the German team played two warm-up matches against Hungary and Bosnia and Herzegovina.

The opponent's strength is not strong, obviously more out of actual combat considerations of rehearsal skills and tactics.

In these two games, the German team won easily, showing a good competitive state.

In fact, the physical condition of German players is generally stronger than that of teams in other leagues.

The reason is also very simple. There are only 18 teams in the Bundesliga. The league alone has 4 rounds less than other leagues.

For example, the English players are very tired. There are both the FA Cup and the League Cup. The domestic cup competition alone is almost tossing them to death, and there is not even a winter break. After one season, the Iron Man can't stand it.

After the two warm-up matches, the whole German team flew to South Africa and officially started their trip to the World Cup in South Africa.

"It turns out that South Africa is also very good!"

"There are so many white people!"

"I thought South Africa was a poor country in Africa!"

"At that time, I wondered how South Africa passed the FIFA inspection and became the host!"

"I even thought there was something shady and scandalous about it."

"Do you think it's interesting?"

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After getting off the plane and taking the bus to the hotel, along the way, Mu Le kept chirping beside Ye Feng, unable to stop talking.

"Besides football and Lisa, tell me what else is in your head?" Ye Feng said angrily.

"I'm not good at physics, so can't you be gentle with me?" Mueller pretended to be shy.

"Geography! I'll say it again, it's geography!" Ye Feng was about to go crazy, he really didn't know how Lisa could tolerate such a bastard.

You know, just now on the plane, Ye Feng fell asleep, Mu Le actually spilled a little water on Ye Feng's chest, and when Ye Feng woke up, he told Ye Feng, "This is your drool!".

At that time, Ye Feng was embarrassed.

If it wasn't for Cross's sneaky informant later,

Ye Feng thought he had a stroke and his mouth was crooked.

"I'll tell Mr. Heynckes in a while, I will never share a room with you." Ye Feng hummed.

After Mueller finished listening, his expression lit up instantly.

"That's great, I'm afraid you'll jump on my bed at night!" Muller began to vomit, "God knows what you went through in Schalke 04, I guess it was given to you by those unreliable miners. It's broken."

Then, there is no more.

Müller was beaten up by the four Shakhtar players Hewedes, Westermann, Kuranyi and Neuer until Lisa couldn't recognize him.

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The final preparations were made in Durban, which is also the site of the German team's first game against Australia.

Before the official start of the World Cup, Ye Feng was interviewed by the German national TV station at the base where the German team stayed.

The host is a beautiful woman, but not the type Ye Feng likes, so Ye Feng will never show a piggy look like the guys who were interviewed before.

"I'm very glad to be able to sit opposite you and interview you!" After the charming opening remarks, the hostess said to Ye Feng with a smile.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, "Actually, I don't mind you sitting next to me for an interview!"

The hostess was taken aback for a moment, and then she smiled, "It seems that the rumors are true, you must be very happy in the nightclub!"

Ye Feng laughed loudly, "It's definitely possible. Although I haven't been to a nightclub once, if I have the opportunity to go, as you said, I must eat very well."

Most of the smile on the hostess's face disappeared on the spot, and she already wanted to scold her in her heart.

How the hell did you say you never went to a nightclub once?

Ma Dan, are you going to say that it was your twin brother or brother who went to the nightclub?

She has done so many programs and interviewed so many players, she thinks that Ye Feng must be the most shameless one, and there is probably no one.

"That's such a pity. If you have the chance, you can go to the nightclub to have a look!" the hostess gritted her teeth.

"Oh, by the way, what questions do you want to ask me? I won't answer if it's too personal!" Ye Feng didn't care whether the hostess was happy or not.

The hostess adjusted a little, and his excellent professionalism made him finally recover.

"Mr. Ye Feng, for the German team's World Cup trip, what is your expectation? Entering the quarter-finals? Entering the semi-finals? Or finally winning the Hercules Cup?"

Ye Feng rolled his eyes, this question is simply too idiotic.

If not why the champion, why are we here?

Don't you think our goal is to "score a goal, score a point, win a game"?

"In fact, we don't have any goals. We participate in the competition with a learning attitude. As long as we can accumulate experience, it will be a worthwhile trip. As for the results, it doesn't matter!" Ye Feng has decided not to cooperate with the female host's interview Alright, so, officially, the nonsense started.

"What? Are you kidding?" The hostess never expected Ye Feng to give such an answer, "They all said that your goal is to be the champion!"

"You know that the goal is to be the champion, so you still ask?" Ye Feng asked angrily.

If it wasn't for the hostess's professionalism, she might have run away on the spot.

"So, how many goals do you hope you can score in the World Cup? Do you have any ideas about the World Cup Golden Boot?" After the hostess calmed down, she continued to ask questions.

Ye Feng is very willing to answer this question, or even if there is no host to ask, he will bring up this topic.

"I don't think about scoring goals. My goal is for the team to win. It doesn't matter if I score or not!" Ye Feng replied modestly.

The hostess is really about to break down.

Since the second half of last season, Ye Feng has been emphasizing that he does not compete for the Golden Boot and that he doesn't care about the Golden Boot. In the end, he still wins the Golden Boot, and there is no one more duplicity than him.

But now, Ye Feng actually used this routine again!

Why don't you change your style?

"Yes, you don't fight for the golden boot, and then the golden boot falls on your head, right?" The hostess laughed angrily.

Ye Feng scratched his head, he didn't expect his thoughts to be seen through, and he couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

But it doesn't matter, the dead duck has a stubborn mouth, just refuse to admit it.

As for Ye Feng's true thoughts, in fact, only he knows.

"Damn, I have won the Bundesliga Golden Boot, so why can't I win the World Cup Golden Boot?"

In the German team's tactical system, Ye Feng's long-range shots are a very important link. As long as Barak suppresses the impact and flattens the opponent's defense, then the power of Ye Feng's heavy artillery can be maximized, and the goal will come naturally.

What's more, the heavy artillery scored goals on the underdogs, which is really the sharpest.

If they play well, maybe they can lock the Golden Boot in the group stage!

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