number one striker

Chapter 51 Gathering at Kugel's Bar
earlier today.

"Luther, do you want to go out and relax for a while?" After the training session, the Grand Cross hugged Caesar's shoulders and said to him in a tone that he thought was full of temptation.

"Kevin, just talk, don't get so close. After all, I like women." Caesar calmly removed the hand of the big cross, and the latter's face was a little green.

"Luther, don't talk about Kevin. I've known you for so long, but I really haven't noticed any traces of women around you." Marcus also came over. Although he was the starter during this period, the report card he handed over was very average.Under pressure, he also wanted to relax himself.

"Look, look! Marcus said that! Luther, are you that one!" Grand Cross yelled after pulling back a round.

Caesar curled his lips in disdain. He was a straight man of steel in his previous life, so naturally he will not change in this life.

But what the big cross said was right, it was time for him to walk on the road of adulthood.

"Well, do you have any good places to go?" Caesar asked.

Big Cross and Shavras at the side winked at each other, with lewd smiles on their faces: "You will find out after a while."

Although he didn't know what the mysterious two people's intentions were, Caesar still went to Dashizi's house to have a meal after extra training, and then came out together.

They were accompanied by Shavrath and Marcus who had to go home before 10 o'clock. Among the four, Caesar and Marcus had no experience in picking up girls, but Shavrath patted his chest and promised that they would have a good time.

Allentown at night is not particularly lively, especially now that it is the end of March, the weather in Germany is still very cold, and pedestrians on the road come and go in a hurry.

Caesar was a little puzzled and said, "Sven (Shavras), are you sure you can find joy today?"

"Of course." Shafrath winked. "A new bar opened in the back street last month. The owner is Dutch. That place is open, tsk tsk tsk. Kevin and I have been there twice, and there are quite a lot of girls, but they are not lively. Allen Town has been abstinent for too long, and we desperately need these avant-garde beauties to teach them a lesson."

Caesar and Marcus glanced at each other. This Shavras didn't talk much during training, and he didn't talk much during competitions. Why is he so excited when he comes to nightclubs and girls?

"Okay, but let's just walk there? It's far enough there." Marcus looked at his watch. There were still 3 hours before his curfew time, and he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Even if you can't open a house with these three animals, you have to leave the contact information of a few girls.

Shavrath nodded: "My car is parked next to Kugel's bar, now let's pick it up first."

Kugel Bar.

Caesar thought for a while, and he won the bet with Sarah again. This time, what should the little guy do.

13 year old girl.
No, if you think about it, it will be 404, stop.

A few people walked to the door of Kugel's bar, and the big cross looked around, just in time to see Royce walking in.

"Hey, isn't that Marco? What is that guy doing here?" Grand Cross was a little concerned, and Shafrath said, "Do you want to ask Marco to go with you? But that guy is very shy, so he probably won't agree to us."

Caesar said, "Can your car hold five people?"

Shavrath said disdainfully: "Luther, don't mention 5 people, 50! Uh, 10 is not a problem."

You thought you were pretending to be an Indian.

Caesar slandered in his heart, and said to the three: "Wait for me, I'll call him."

"Go, come back!" Marcus yelled, and the three got into Shafrath's second-hand Mercedes.

"Yeah! It's Marco!"

A girl who was wearing a Kaiser baseball shirt just now took off her coat when she saw Royce, revealing a black sweater with Royce's name embroidered on it.

Sarah's eyes twitched.

These little bitches!
"Come and sit, come and sit!" The girl forcefully pulled Royce over.

Royce was also bored today, and wanted to go to Kugel's Bar to chat with the fans he knew, but he didn't expect to meet his little fans here.

And still in front of Sara, he hugged and hugged himself.

Royce smiled awkwardly at Sarah.

"So, that Caesar is the savior of your team?" The last outsider who came in was still in the bar, chatting with the fat white man Hammit.

Hammit took a sip of his wine, nodded and said, "That's right, before Luther joined the team, we were still a long way from the promotion zone. But now, we can even look forward to the second-tier championship."

"Then what are his technical characteristics? Judging by your appearance, you should be his loyal fan?" The foreigner was Bild reporter Andy Schneider.

After thinking for a few minutes, he immediately asked the editor-in-chief for leave, and then rushed to Allen Town without stopping.

Andy Schneider hasn't figured out what to do for a while, but at least he needs to find Caesar first and give him an exclusive interview.

Although I am just an intern reporter of "Bild" and I am just 23 years old this year, those big names in the Bundesliga will definitely ignore me.

But this is Allen Town, a second-tier team, and it is impossible for Caesar, a young guy who has just joined the first team, to refuse his interview.

Fat White Hammett said: "Luther is fast and responsive. He is the fastest player I have ever seen."

Andy Schneider curled his lips in disdain. After all, he is a fan of the second-tier team and has never seen the world.

fastest player?

Did Ronaldo, Walcott, Lennon, Henry agree?
"However, recently he seems to have unlocked various shooting postures. In the last game, the wonderful lateral dribbling shot really made me pee." Schneider likes Hammett's statement very much. After all, it is news, the more explosive the better.

Afterwards, the bar owner Kugel showed the visitors his unique signature of Caesar in the world, and Schneider took a photo for later use.

Then, more and more people joined the discussion. Schneider listened and recorded, but no one found out that this person might be a reporter.

Just when the commercial hype was getting more and more outrageous, Royce came in.

This handsome guy caught Schneider's attention a little bit. He seems to have seen this guy in the news. What's his name? Marco Royce?

Produced by Dortmund's youth training, the Allen star before Kaiser?

This kid's statistics are quite good. Before Caesar came, it can be said that he single-handedly supported Allen's offensive banner.

How about interviewing him?

Just when Schneider was hesitating, Caesar also opened the door and came in.

caught!

Schneider's eyes lit up, and finally let me find the right owner.

(End of this chapter)