Grass roots glory

Chapter 832 The peak is the curtain call
In Dortmund, in China, many fans started their celebration.

There is almost no suspense for Chinese fans to have more fun than Dortmund fans.

In the final analysis, this is Zhou Tiancheng's personal honor and does not belong to Dortmund.Although Chinese fans like to watch clubs put gold on their faces, which is enough to support many jokers, but a photo of Zhou Tiancheng wearing the national flag was pushed to the top position, which is enough to explain the fans' position.

They were as elated as a native Dortmund fan, but with an inner pride that only their own could understand.

The previous post that set the flag saying that Zhou Tiancheng broke the record by drinking a whole bottle was found out again, and many people responded enthusiastically, everyone came to test the truth.

"Brother, did Maotai do it? Picture above, picture above! If there are any leftovers, give me, a brick mover, a reward."

"Hey, buddy, don't really drink too much! The game is not over yet, the brother on the second floor bet you two bottles, you still have a chance!"

Of course, there are also comments on Zhou Tiancheng's performance throughout the season, full of expectations between the lines.

"The 40-year record has been broken so easily, what else can I say? Fuck you, I can't express my feelings anymore...Chengdu University is [-]% open, and the Hercules Cup is home! That's it."

"Hahaha! The genius upstairs, don't wake up from sleep... Get up and continue blowing, if you can talk, talk more."

"Zhou Tiancheng broke the record with an injury, and at most he only showed [-]% of his strength. There is nothing wrong with the old iron!"

"After reading the comments above, I can only admit that diaosi has limited my imagination. It turns out that Zhou Tiancheng has been playing with the whole world with only [-]% of his power. World-class? Haha, what is Melo? Our Chengda is the universe super genius!"

"Hush! Keep your voice down upstairs, the next door, the largest kimchi country in the universe, is coming to rob people!"

inside the field.

Zhou Tiancheng ran to the sidelines and hugged Klopp tightly, and his teammates came up one by one to surround him.

Klopp slapped Zhou Tiancheng hard twice.

"Oh, boss, don't get excited, don't get excited, I..."

Klopp looked at Zhou Tiancheng covering his shoulders, and grinned: "I like your expression, I probably won't see it in the future!"

"Uh, boss, ugh..."

Zhou Tiancheng retched, which startled Dr. Braun: "What's the matter, Zhou, what's wrong?"

Zhou Tiancheng waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, the boss has a bit of a bad taste."

Seeing Zhou Tiancheng perform a hat-trick, the boss of the German Football Association whispered to Gerd Müller beside him, and then went down to prepare.

Although it is an away game, the German Football Association has long been prepared.

This game is Dortmund's time.

When the referee blew the final whistle, Klopp, the coaching staff and all the substitutes rushed into the field.

They don't need to look at the face of Bayern next door, this result is enough to determine the overall situation.

"Dortmund is the champion! Three consecutive championships! In the three seasons Zhou played for Dortmund, no opponent had a chance to change the result!"

The home team fans have already left the field early, but it is the remaining thousands of Dortmund fans who are away from the expedition, witnessing their team on the championship podium.

Gerd Müller waited quietly beside him. He was not on crutches. When it was his turn to present the Golden Boot of the season, Gerd Müller personally took over the Golden Boot from the statuette model. His steps faltered, but he was in spirit Smiling heartily, he walked towards Zhou Tiancheng.

When Zhou Tiancheng shook hands with him, seeing Gerd Müller watching him all the time, he didn't react a bit.Although the name is familiar, he has never met Gerd Müller in person.

"Zhou Tiancheng...haha! I didn't expect this record to last for 40 years, and it would be a Chinese player who broke my record."

Zhou Tiancheng was slightly startled when he heard Gerd Müller's self-report. He clenched his hands twice and said politely, "I only hope that this record can last as long as yours."

Gerd Müller nodded with a smile: "Yes, I will. You have done a great job. I am very glad that you did not grow up in my age. I heard that you are leaving soon? That is a pity. I hoped that the next The season continues to see you in the Bundesliga."

Zhou Tiancheng's eyes flashed: "I haven't made a decision yet, maybe I will go to Bayern?"

Gerd Müller stroked his white beard and asked with a smile: "Will you? Zhou, if this is the case, it must be Bayern's greatest luck. I welcome it with my hands up."

The legend of Bayern and the legend of Dortmund are polite. In the eyes of others, Zhou Tiancheng's growth in the Bundesliga in the past few seasons has been perfect without any flaws.

Last but not least, the championship trophy.

The teammates took the initiative to let Zhou Tiancheng stand at the front, and raised the salad plate for the third time, but when the ribbon fell, the surrounding players gestured with their eyes, and then collectively ran off the podium, knocking Klopp and the coaching staff away. They were all caught off guard, squeezed outside, turned around, and turned their backs to the podium. Everyone knelt down neatly and made a gesture of bowing their heads to Zhou Tiancheng.

Zhou Tiancheng's eyes widened: "You... what are you doing?"

He wanted to run down to help the nearest teammate, but it was simply not realistic.Everyone is still doing the same action.

"Stop it, brothers, what are you doing, you're in the way!"

Only then did Gundogan greet him, and everyone got up and surrounded him.

"Zhou, come on, tonight belongs to all of us, especially yours. You deserve it. If you are leaving, let the brothers give you something special."

Zhou Tiancheng was surrounded without any precautions at all, and he couldn't even escape, so he could only let everyone work together to throw them into the air again and again, and finally even Klopp got involved.

Seeing this scene, Marcel Leff felt a little emotional: "Tonight belongs to Dortmund, let them celebrate! After this night, Klopp's team still doesn't know where the future is... so to speak It’s disappointing, but Dortmund has to face such a cruel reality. Zhou left, will Dortmund still be able to withstand the impact of Bayern? Three consecutive league championships and seven championships in three seasons are enough to become the pinnacle of Dortmund’s team history. A generation of yellow and black dynasties! But the cruelest thing is to reach the top and face the curtain call at the same time... We have no intention of blaming Zhou, in fact, he has long since ceased to belong to the Bundesliga."

At this moment, no one cares about what will happen in the future, just like when Ricken completed the lore in the Champions League final and let Dortmund taste the taste of the Champions League for the first time. For Dortmund fans in these few seasons, it is wonderful It's like a dream, even if the future is a cycle of troughs, any moment in these few seasons can make them fascinated.

(End of this chapter)