number one striker

Chapter 118 A Gift for Royce
"Giovanco shot from the front of the penalty area! Neuer saves the ball! Höwedes clears the ball before Balotelli!"

"Italy made another substitution adjustment! Replaced Chigarini! Replaced with Parowski! Make the last fight!"

"Celci broke through from the side! He wanted to cut inside and hit the goal! Khedira blocked his way! Marchisio made a counterattack! Outside the penalty area! Balotelli's header hit the post!"

"3 minutes of stoppage time! The Italian team regained the momentum it had just started, and the German team was overwhelmed!"

"It's Giovinco again! A two-for-one cut with Balotelli! Hummels is defending him! Giovinco fell!"

"What?! The referee blew the whistle! Ran into the penalty area! Oh no!!!!"

"Yellow card! He gave Giovinco a yellow card! Haha! Giovinco was whistled for diving! He didn't even argue with the referee! Go straight back!"

Andy Schneider's heart was like being grabbed and kneaded repeatedly by one hand, pinch it, loosen it, pinch it, loosen it, and the blood pressure and heartbeat of poor Andy soared.

"Blow the whistle! Hurry up and blow the whistle!" Andy paced anxiously like a middle-aged man waiting outside the delivery room.

Nia James was upset by him, but she had no time to stop Andy who was wandering, and she was also super nervous.

"This is Italy's last attack! Criscito made a cross from the side! Hummels headed it out! We won't lose with the header! Marchisio hit the goal with a cold shot from the outside! Good goal! Neuer directly hugged the ball! Beautiful! Don't worry! Lie down for a while and then get up!"

The cheers of the German fans became louder and louder, and even the substitute players on the sidelines looked at the field with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Caesar looked up at the scoreboard, and the fact that he was leading eased his nervousness a little.

Damn, I've never been so nervous watching a game.

Caesar complained in his heart, and Neuer kicked the ball with his big foot.

"The referee blew the whistle for the end of the game! We won! Our U21 boys defeated the Italian team! Won the championship of this European Youth Championship!!"

Yankel almost stood up from his position, and Sauer kept applauding. He won the U17, U19, and U21 trophies in the same year, which is an unprecedented feat in the entire history of football.

Tomorrow's World Cup is something to watch!
After the game, the substitute players of the German team all rushed into the field and celebrated wantonly.

Neuer and Hummels embraced, with Höwedes already cramp and Baker tearing up beside them.

And Kaiser was overwhelmed by other players. If it weren't for his goal, the German team would have never been able to beat Italy.

After his teammates dispersed, Caesar finally got up from the ground.His clothes were messed up with sweat and grass clippings.

"Fuck, I'm planning to keep this dress as a souvenir." Caesar muttered.

In fact, there are many heroes besides Caesar in this game.

Neuer, although the goal was broken by the opponent, but at the most critical moment, he tried his best to keep the goal and kept the advantage until the end.

Ozil, the midfield master who provided key assists for Kaiser, is the real core of the entire German U21.

And Hrubesch, if it weren't for his heartfelt words during the intermission, the players might not wake up so quickly.Along the way, he is the one who leads the direction of the team. This championship is also the greatest compliment to him.

So, Andy saw the players throw the head coach Hrubesch high, his silver hair messed up in the night sky.

"You guys! Put me down! The wig is going to fall off!"

Andy pointed the camera at everyone, just in time to witness the tragedy of Hrubesch's wig falling.

The reporters also aimed at the German team with long guns and short cannons. No one cared where the Italian players hid.

"Caesar! As the core of the team, let's talk about this game!"

"Caesar! There are a lot of rumors about your transfer! Could you please answer?"

"Caesar! Is Varga still in touch with you?"

Caesar didn't want to answer any of the reporters' questions, and now was not the time to think about them.

Andy also squeezed inside and asked, "Caesar! Say something to the fans!"

Caesar smiled at Andy when he heard Andy's voice: "Happy! Only happy! Thank you fans for their support! I will continue to work hard!"

After speaking, he squeezed out from the circle of reporters and ran to the empty bench.

Oh, and one more person.

Team doctor Anne Walter did not rush into the field, after all, they were all young guys, and it was inconvenient for her to squeeze around with everyone.

"What's wrong?" Dr. Walter asked when he saw Caesar coming back.

Caesar made a "shh" gesture and pulled out a piece of clothing from under one of the seats.

"I have a gift for my friend."

"Friends in the audience! The most exciting awards ceremony is about to begin!"

Kaiser and his teammates huddled together, next to the awarding stage that had already been set up.The award presenters stood there, ready to present trophies to the winning players.

"The first award is the top scorer award of this competition!"

Hearing this, everyone looked at Caesar.

"Why are you looking at me?" Caesar said, but an uncontrollable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The winning player is! Scored 9 goals! German player! Ludwig Kaiser!!!"

Jankel added: "That's right! Kaiser represents the future of Germany! He is Klose's best successor!"

Caesar took the trophy and then took a group photo.

"The next award is! The best player of this tournament!"

Caesar had already slipped back from behind the awards stage, but when he heard this voice, he stopped again.

"Still! Luther Kaiser of the German team!"

The fans of Allentown have opened their voices and sang their current song for Caesars, which is the pride of Caesars and the pride of Allentown.

The goalkeeper award goes to Neuer, that's irrefutable.

Caesar looked at Neuer's back, next season, the two are very likely to become teammates.

It is really reassuring to have such a pervert behind.

Royce looked at the TV with a sense of loss. He was happy for Caesar's success, but there was also a bit of bitterness in his joy.

If it wasn't for the injury, he could have appeared there together.

"The players came to the stage to accept the awards one by one! They hung up the golden championship medals! The last one to come on stage was Captain Khedira! He took over the championship trophy of this competition!"

The camera showed everyone, and in the crowd, Royce suddenly saw a red and white jersey.

11 number.

Reus.

"Marco! See! We won!"

Royce suddenly felt his throat constrict.

This idiot!

"Oh? Caesar raised the club teammate Royce's jersey! Is this a gift from him to a good friend?"

Caesar held up Royce's clothes and cheered with his teammates.

"we are the champion!"

(End of this chapter)