Me, Captain of China

Chapter 592: Militants! Fate! gift!

The schedule is tight, and Waller dare not give the players too much time to rest. Maintaining his state and keeping his body healthy has become a top priority. However, on the training ground, he did not rush to toss too much exercise. The team now has two wounded to make him very uncomfortable, Kovac's comeback time is uncertain, Beinrich is going to end the season early. Another guy worried him, that is Michael Ballack. In the final moment of the game against Barcelona, Ballack was injured by Guardiola. The re-inspection this morning will come out soon.

Waller waited anxiously in his office, while wondering how he would go in the future.

The German Cup is in front of you. Will you use the main force or half the main force? Or use a substitute? He couldn't make up his mind. Even if Barak will return soon, he cannot use Barak immediately.

The main players can't hurt anymore!

At this juncture, he must use the player carefully.

But the German Cup was only one game away to reach the final, he was reluctant.

How to do,

How to do?

If it was Daom, what choice would he make? He sounded his predecessor Doum ...

Fat, what would fat people think?

He found that he couldn't sit down and decided, then grabbed the phone at the table and called Carlmond.

"Fat,"

"I need to discuss something with you, are you in the office?"

"What a coincidence? I have something to discuss with you."

Then, Waller went to Carlmond's office. But it happened that someone he didn't want to see came out.

Juergen Klopp. With messy hair and beard, Waller doesn't look good in any way. The people he doesn't like, whether in dress or in the way of saying, are simply disgusting.

Now, he is finally gone.

that's nice!

"You speak first," Carlmond wiped the whirling sweat on his forehead with a napkin, and he glanced at Waller.

"he's gone?"

"Yes, go." Carlmond sat down again. "I know that the two of you are not good with each other, but this guy is still very talented. He did a good job at U11, but now he is from Dortmund Yes, let him coach U19 over there. "

"Oh."

Waller made a noise and didn't want to talk to him again.

"German Cup, I want to be on the bench."

"Substitute?"

Carlmond took out a tissue and wiped his sweat.

"Rudy,"

"We are only one step away to the final."

"I think this is bad."

"Fans want us to go to the finals and want to win the championship. Any championship is extremely important. It is not good to lose any."

Carmond's mind is very clear, he wants a championship, fans also want a championship, although only a German Cup champion.

"We only have one German Cup champion."

"I know." Waller nodded. "I just want to ask you, if you lose more players, it will pose a huge threat to our league and the Champions League. Are you willing?"

"This ..." Carlmond was stunned. He hadn't really thought about this.

"Michael fell, Robert also fell, Stefan also fell, I don't know who the fourth guy fell, maybe, Ronaldinho? Zheng?"

……

Calmond looks more and more ugly, "Rudy, don't you scare me?"

"They are okay now."

"They will not be injured."

"But in case?"

"I just said in case."

"If I use the main team to fight for the German Cup, I don't need to bear all the consequences, right?"

Carmond: "..."

Remained silent for a few seconds. "These questions are too difficult to answer."

"But, we have to chase the champion, right? We can't say goodbye to the champion? If we choose to give up because we are afraid of injury? Wouldn't it be sad?"

"Because we are afraid, so we give up?"

"No, it can't be like this." Carlmond waved his hand and had convinced himself.

"Rudy, you can rest assured, I am the manager, all the responsibilities are on me, so you can do it boldly, we can not give up any front, this is not the purpose of our club."

"Germany Cup, league championship, championship cup ..."

"Fight."

"Okay, with your words, I'm relieved. I know how to do it." Waller nodded.

"So, what do you want to tell me?"

Waller asked rhetorically.

"Rudy,"

"The chairman of the German Football Association just called me."

"We talked for a while,"

"about you."

"Me?" Waller frowned slightly, "I haven't caused any trouble recently."

"No, not like this."

"The German Football Association wants to say that you will be the coach of the German national team after this summer."

"Ah?" Waller's jaw almost fell.

This news is so shocking, the German Football Association wants him to be the head coach of the national team? It turned out to be Daum's, but Daum took drugs, and then bye, now the German Football Association put his goal on him.

German national team coach Eritz Ribeck has clearly told the media that he will not continue to be the coach of the German team after this summer. No matter what his achievements in the Dutch European Cup this summer, he will choose to leave the team.

"I have no opinion."

"It's mainly you." The fat man was quite calm. Being able to be the coach of the German team is definitely a better stage than at the club. He can't stop Waller's future.

"Let's talk, wait until the end of this summer."

Worrel strongly resisted the excitement and took back his thoughts, leading Leverkusen to create miracles was the first task.

"It's OK, I'm going to the training ground."

……

After returning to the training ground, he also received Barak ’s review report.

"Ah, **** ankle again!"

Waller threw the report directly to the ground, very angry.

"Stupid Guardiola!"

He scolded Guardiola again.

This is all right. Barak has been sidelined for at least a month due to injury. Thank you for being able to catch up with the final game.

Ballack is not here. He must change. Without a powerful all-around midfielder, the team's attacking power must have dropped, and even score points have been reduced.

On the same day, he began to change his position and resumed the 442 formation. Link and Burdaric became his new darlings, and the two took turns partnering with Kirsten.

Left him little time, because two days later, the German Cup is coming.

Although Dortmund is no longer the Dortmund of previous years, but the thin and dead camel is bigger than the horse and can not be underestimated.

On Saturday afternoon, Dortmund's army was killed and Captain Lehmann fired again. In front of the "Kicker" reporter, he said viciously:

"We will let them taste failure,"

"We will fix them hard,"

"Michael fell, and then we will let them fall, they will not only lose the qualification of the German Cup, but also lose the league championship, lose the Champions League qualification!"

"They will be afraid of injury and will think about the league and the Champions League, so this is the best time for us to beat them!"

Head coach Klaus also agreed with Lehman's statement.

"We came with determination to win,"

"They want to distract the league and the Champions League,"

"Our odds are greater, it seems that they are strong, but now is the time to test them. Waller should know that this time the risk is not worth the loss, we dare not."

Dare?

Waller gave a positive answer at the press conference.

His starting lineup says it all.

"Goalkeeper Matticek,"

"Defender Hoffman, Happ, Ramello, Gresco,"

"Midfielder Ribery, Zheng Zhi, Emerson, Ronaldinho,"

"Striker Neuville, Burdarridge."

The four main players in the midfield are all there! This is his attitude, or double forward.

"Many people think we will give up the German Cup, but I would say that we will not give up any chase for a championship."

"I already said to my players this morning, standing in the semi-finals, if we can't take another step forward, it means we will do nothing in the Champions League. At least, it will not be Dortmund! Winning? Then see what level they can play at Bayer Arena? "

"Lyman's voice was loud, but in the first two matches, I found that he was not in the starting line, maybe he forgot how he was humiliated by Zheng Zhi."

"I think today is no exception."

Good guys, you wait, once I become the coach of the German team, you have a good look! Waller smiled slyly ...

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"Dortmund is so big,"

"Who gives them confidence,"

"Was the scar so easy to forget?"

"Brothers, today we are going to kill them in the first half,"

"The beginning of a wave of blitz, suppress them to fight."

Waller was still at the press conference, and the dressing room began to rebel.

Captain Kirsten took the lead. Although he was a substitute for this game, his fighting mood was very high.

"The coach told us to kick,"

"Isn't that making them more chatty?"

"While playing with them in the middle of the week, it is better to beat their confidence this time."

"Lehman's boy is too crazy, he doesn't score a few goals, he really thought he could turn the sky."

"Zheng, are you right?"

"Right……"

"If we hold down for 20 minutes, the possibility of scoring is very high. If they can't hold it, they're done."

If Wallar hears these conversations, it is estimated that he wants to go to the German national team earlier. The locker room is really not as simple as he thought.

In the locker room, most people are militants.

16:30, the German Cup semi-finals started on time.

Attentive Leverkusen fans suddenly found that Zheng Zhi standing on the court today is somewhat different.

Because he wore the captain's armband of Leverkusen.

Kirsten is away, Novotny is not, the captain's armband is passed on to Zheng Zhi's arm, there is no doubt that Zheng Zhi's responsibility has become greater today.

Waller's **** just sat down, his team launched a fierce attack on the opponent. Where can I see fatigue?

Ribery took the ball on the right and drove the ball all the way to the bottom line. Bourdaridge nodded and scored the goal. He almost rewrote the score. Lehman still had two shots. The reaction was quite fast. The racket went out and Leverkusen got a corner kick.

Ronaldinho made a corner kick directly at the corner flag. After playing with Gresco, he immediately rushed the ball to the Dortmund penalty area. A bull tail flicked out and hurried into the penalty area to face Dort. Defender Eva Nielsen's defense, stepping on the bicycle sideways to get rid of, Eva Nielsen hurriedly stretched out a block, Ronaldinho fell.

Beep,

The referee's whistle sounded really timely, and the gestures were particularly fast.

Penalty!

This is a penalty kick.

"Yay!"

Ronaldinho excitedly climbed up on the turf, picked up the ball, and ran towards Zheng Zhi.

"Zheng,"

"Haha,"

Ronaldinho couldn't help but glance at Lehman in front of the door, and seemed to see the happy scene next.

Standing on the goal line, Lehmann was instantly stunned.

This is a penalty?

Damn ~

Is too bad, once again pitted by teammates.

This is a minute to give Leverkusen some points, the joke is big.

Said a good opponent, how did the plot reverse at once ...

His pupils kept shrinking, and there was only one person in his eyes.

The man smiled and picked up the ball and walked towards him.

Damn Zheng Zhi!

Is this fate? After looking at Lehman, Zheng Zhi couldn't help but beckoned and said hello.

"Hey, Jens,"

"long time no see."

"I will give you a gift."

"......"

Lehman's eyes flashed a murderous eye instantly, his teeth creaked, and the muscles on his entire face tightened.

I really want to go up and strangle him!

But, dare not ...

"Oliver says you are the goalkeeper of number two."

"Actually, goalkeeper No. 2 is good, at least I don't have to stand here now."

Zheng Zhi said while pulling back the running distance. This must have been said intentionally, just to let Lehman feel angry and make this guy frustrated and unable to face a penalty calmly.

Asshole,

Asshole!

Lehman scolded ~ www.readwn.com ~ but his eyes never left Zheng Zhi's right foot. The anger turned to anger. He still had to maintain absolute concentration.

He must save this ball! He rejected this goal with the fastest speed!

Beep,

The whistle sounded, Zheng Zhi ran fast, without any stay at all. He was not the kind of player who needed to use rhythm to confuse opponents.

His footing is quite firm, but the body tilt is quite large.

哒 ~

The moment he hit his foot, Lehmann had already fought and flew to the left one step in advance.

Half a second later, he wanted to cry.

Asshole,

Is a spoon again!

The ball was drawn on a beautiful parabola, slowly falling towards the middle, almost no strength. Thanks to him, he flew so hard!

The result was teased again.

This screen is so familiar ...