number one striker

Chapter 12 My name is Luther Kaiser, who are you

Heimstor also came to the training ground, looked at the two people with steam above their heads with satisfaction, and then yelled loudly to gather the players.

Caesar looked with regret at the lack of one person in the queue. Although Miguel was a little gloomy, the ball he passed was really comfortable.Can not help but be able to appreciate Caesar's running position, the strength and angle are well controlled.

I hope the first team also has such a player with strong coordination ability.

Heimstor fake coughed twice: "Ludwig Kaiser! Markus Klein!"

"Here, here!" Caesar raised his hands positively, his legs kept jumping.

Not because of excitement, but
The winter wind after running is so fucking cold!

"Both of you pack your things and get out of the training camp today!" Heimstor said viciously.

Everyone looked at each other, what kind of operation is this?
"Coach, can we stop pretending? I can see where Coach Uke is waiting." Caesar looked at the pale-faced Marcus speechlessly. This guy probably didn't really believe it.

"Ah? Like this?" Marcus realized belatedly, quickly glanced at Uke, who was looking over curiously, and stroked his chest. It turned out that he was trying to scare us.

Heimstor snorted: "From now on, you will be under the control of Uk. Don't embarrass me in the first team, understand?!"

Marcus yelled, "Got it!"

Caesar touched his throat strangely, why did he choke?
From memory, it can be seen that Heimstor was the one who rescued Caesar from the orphanage. These two guys probably weren't very frank, so they always quarreled.

The high chief doesn't have any special feelings for Heimstor, after all, he has only traveled for a day.But from the instinctive reaction of his body, it can be seen that Caesar actually cared about Heimstor very much.

Marcus had left the queue, and Caesar scratched his cheek, not knowing what to say.

Forget it, I'm not the real Caesar, so I better not make any misleading actions.

"Stinky old man, I'm leaving." Caesar deliberately pretended to be unrestrained, turned his head and walked away.

"Hey! Luther!"

Heimstor showed a rare kind expression, looking at Caesar's standing back, "Don't catch a cold."

This sentence made Caesar burst into tears, and the high chief didn't feel much, but now he couldn't control his body at all.

Then, Caesar turned around in surprise, and bowed obediently: "Damn old man! All this time! Thank you so much!"

"Huh, a bunch of idiots." One of the three looked at this with some disgust last night, and the others couldn't help scratching their arms. This kind of scene is really embarrassing.

"Ah! It's touching! Isn't it?"

The traitor from last night wiped away his tears and looked over with anticipation.

"I am Christian Uke, the head coach of the first team. Luther and Marcus, from today onwards, you can train with the first team." Uke looked at the two immature faces, and to his surprise, they did not show the slightest nervousness.

Forget about Caesar, after all, he is a troublemaker who doesn't know the rules, and Marcus, who has been staying in the youth training camp, is equally calm, which makes Uke very satisfied.

"The club will offer you a new contract with low wages. After all, we are a small team. However, a small team also represents more opportunities. As long as we can overthrow a strong team, all the media will pay attention to it. At that time, you will not be able to keep a low profile." Uke turned his head and smiled. He is now going to the team's office building, where he will sign a new contract with two newcomers.

Marcus and Caesar followed. They didn't care about the contract or anything, and there wouldn't be much anyway.

What they care about is the chance to compete.

The team is in adversity now, and Uke also gave them full trust to transfer them from U19.

If you can seize the opportunity, maybe the direction of your life can be changed in advance.

Of course, Caesar didn't just focus on this, his goal was even more ambitious.

Only now, his first task is to become the starting player of Red and White Allen.

The two signed a two-year contract, Caesar's salary was 750 euros per week, and Marcus was 50 euros higher than him, which made the latter very happy.

"Okay, now I will take you to the training ground of the first team and get to know everyone." Uke said to the two.

Caesar and Marcus looked at each other, and the most testing moment came.

Everyone will know that these two people were transferred from U19 by Uke in order to help the team get out of trouble.

Therefore, all central defenders and forwards can't help but wonder whether they are here to replace themselves.

In this case, they may be ostracized and bullied, and it is up to the two of them to solve it.

The first team's training ground is not far from the U19's. At the moment, the players are practicing passing and catching under the leadership of assistant coach Gernd Heemsoth.

Reus stood aside, moving his body as team doctor Wolfgang Holtz watched on.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." Royce touched his inner thigh, which was as good as ever.

Holz sighed: "Marco, you must pay attention to protecting yourself, otherwise I can't guarantee whether your future football career will be seriously affected by injuries."

Royce nodded, and then he saw the lively Caesar from yesterday, walking behind Uke.

Marcus on one side was automatically ignored by him.

Caesar looked at the players of the first team with great interest. Similarly, after seeing the two behind Uke, they also looked at each other.

What do you mean?
Where did this come from?
Caesar noticed Royce's gaze and waved his hand excitedly.

Royce couldn't help but nodded with a wry smile, why is this guy so interested in him?

"Come here!" Uke interrupted the training, and the first-team players walked over slowly.They watched Caesar and Marcus closely, the latter a little nervous now, but still holding his head high.

After all, he, Marcus Klein, didn't come here to shine their shoes, so there's no need to act like an indifferent little girl.

The nervous Caesar was much more relaxed. Last night, he had been thinking about what kind of personality he should maintain.

It's cute.

Still working hard.

Still hot.

Still proud.

He doesn't have any opinions on the first team members, it's just that he has played too many games and wants to set himself up.

After a lot of struggle, he made a decision that he later regretted very much.

After Uke's introduction, Caesar wiped his nose and looked at everyone with his chin: "My name is Luther Caesar, who are you?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere on the training ground froze in an instant.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at yours, Marcus couldn't help but sweat for his friend.

Then, in the silence, a big man with immature face and freckles shook his head: "Are you imitating Ibrahimovic?"

(End of this chapter)