Glory Greenery

Chapter 299 Don't Forget Today's Dream

After the final game of the league, Bayern did not return to Munich, but stayed in Berlin for training because the German Cup final was approaching.

Long before coming to Berlin, the club had already contacted a football club in Berlin, the Bundesliga Bundesliga team Union Berlin, and rented their training ground for training.

The Bundesliga Bundesliga ends earlier than the Bundesliga, so when Bayern moved to the base, the Berlin Union has already had a holiday, and only some youth players are training.

Seeing the appearance of Bayern's stars training beside them, the youth players of the Berlin Union don't mention how excited they are.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to rest, many young players climbed outside the barbed wire fence of the Bayern training ground, watching the Bayern players training intently, and talking about their favorite players by the way.

"Look, that's Gomez! Oh my god, I'm so close to him."

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old player shouted excitedly when he saw Gomez dribbling the ball on the court.

But as soon as his words fell, the little partner next to him said uncomfortably: "What's so great about Gomez, his performance this season is not as good as Olic."

"That's because Gomez hasn't adapted to Bayern's tactics. He is our most expensive player in Germany. I believe he will be fine."

As the young player said, he glanced at his friends and asked, "Harter, do you like Olic? He's not German."

The little friend called Hartl shook his head and looked at a young player with black hair and Bayern's No. 10 jersey at the farthest point of the training ground.

This young player is none other than Yang Mo.

At this time, Yang Mo and Ribery were standing on the sidelines, listening to Van Gaal explaining tactics, and did not conduct training.

"My favorite player is Yang Mo, he is my idol." Hartl couldn't hide his admiration for Yang Mo in his words.

Hearing this, his little friend nodded and said: "This Chinese is indeed very good. Yesterday Kicker and Sports Bild named him the best player in the Bundesliga this year, but it is a pity that he is Chinese, otherwise I would also would like him."

Hartle didn't have any opinion on nationality. Looking at Yang Mo, he said firmly, "I want to be as good as him!"

"Harter, you are dreaming. This Chinese is a monster. Let's be realistic. I think it would be great if I could become Gomez. Hey, the coach told us to train, let's go..."

Hearing what the little friend said, although Hartle was a little bit reluctant, he turned and left.

But before leaving, he couldn't help but look back at Yang Mo.

Yang Mo, who was listening carefully to Van Gaal's tactics, didn't know that there was another fan of his in the Union Berlin.

Recently, the league ended, and all major sports newspapers in Germany were evaluating awards. In less than a week, he basically won the best players in the German sports media.

Other best forwards, best team, best foreign aid, etc., are also a no-brainer.

In addition to Germany, he is also soft on awards in Europe.

Relying on the awards at the end of the season, he once again gained a wave of popularity in Europe, which is why he has many admirers in Europe.

May 5th was the last day of Bayern's training at the Union Base in Berlin.

In the afternoon, after the Berlin Union youth training team finished training, Hartl, who admired Yang Mo, did not leave.

He looked at the Bayern players who were about to leave, and stood anxiously outside the barbed wire fence of the Bayern training ground, staring straight at Yang Mo on the field.

There was something bulging in this little guy's arms, but he didn't know what it was.

"Little ghost, what are you still doing here after your training is over?"

Hartl's abnormality was discovered by Bayern's fitness coach William Mi, and he came over to ask a question.

"I...I want to get Yang Mo's autograph."

"Hehe, it turns out that they are fans of Yang. Just wait, I will help you to ask."

This kind of kid William, who asked for Yang Mo's signature, has been seen a lot, although Bayern said hello when they rented the stadium, asking Berlin United not to disturb Bayern's training.

But the wish of a small fan obviously cannot be called harassment, so William Mi went to Yang Mo to say it.

Here, Hartle saw that after William Mi said a few words to Yang Mo who was training, Yang Mo actually walked towards him, his little face flushed instantly with excitement, and he couldn't help breathing quickly.

"Hi, are you looking for my autograph?" On the other side of the barbed wire, Yang Mo's voice was gentle.

But at this moment, Hartle watched Yang Mo talking to him, his nervous mind went blank, let alone answering, tears of excitement almost flowed out.

Seeing the excitement of this young player wearing the Union Berlin jersey, Yang Mo joked, "Could it be that you are not the one who wants to sign, then I have to leave."

When Hartle heard Yang Mo's words, he couldn't care less about being nervous, and immediately said eagerly: "It's me, it's me..."

As he said that, Hartl lifted the jersey on his body and took out a Bayern jersey from his arms. It was the number 10 worn by Yang Mo.

"My name is Hartl. I admire you very much. I hope I can be as good as you in the future. Please sign this jersey for me."

"no problem."

Taking the jersey from Hartl through the gap in the barbed wire, Yang Mo began to write on the jersey with Van Gaal's tactical pen.

[My dear fans Hartle, on the road of chasing your dreams, I hope you will forge ahead and never forget your original intention! ——Yang Mo]

Yang Mo did not write this sentence in German or English, but in Chinese.

This is also his long-standing habit. Yang Mo did not give himself a foreign name in Europe, and he used Chinese every time he signed.

When signing with Mondial Sports Management Company, Jaina once suggested that he get one so that fans could remember him more easily, but Yang Mo refused.

If he is not famous in football, then no matter what his name is, no one will remember him.

But if he is good enough, fans will keep his name firmly in their hearts even if it is a Chinese name that is awkward for Europeans.

There is always only one thing a player should do, and that is to prove himself on the field.

Now, whenever he scores a goal, the yangmo that resounds in the sky at the Allianz Arena is enough to prove that he is right.

And his Chinese signature, which Europeans can't understand at all, has become a very cool thing among fans as his performance gets better and better.

Hartle took the jersey that Yang Mo handed back to him, looked at the long string of Chinese characters on the jersey, and asked curiously, "Is this Chinese?"

Yang Mo: "That's right."

"That's so cool!" Hartle looked excited, and then he asked again, "Can you tell me what these words mean?"

Hearing Hartle's words, Yang Mo thought of the upcoming German Cup final and Champions League final, and his thoughts drifted back to many years ago.

After he dropped out of school, he and his younger sister lived in an urban village in Chang'an City. That was the most difficult time in his life.

In order to pay for his younger sister's tuition, he sold his blood several times in exchange for money. After returning home, his face was pale and he fell weakly in the rented house.

The younger sister was so frightened that she kept crying, but he only comforted her with "it doesn't matter".

At that time, how could he think of what he is like today.

Thinking of this, Yang Mo looked at Hartle, smiled and said a word.

"Don't forget your dreams today."

(End of this chapter)