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Chapter 92 Happy Days with Ozil (Recommendation ticket plus update)

In the end, the German U21 defeated the Finnish U3 with a score of 0:21, winning both games, ranking first in the group with 6 points, and holding the initiative to qualify.

But accumulating 6 points does not guarantee qualifying. After all, if Spain U21 wins the next two games and England beats Germany in the last game, then the three teams will have 6 points together.

The rules for the group stage of this competition are the same as those of the World Cup. When the points of the two sides are tied, first look at the goal difference, and then look at the number of goals scored.

Everything is possible, so Caesar has not completely let go of his heart.

However, other teammates were as happy as if they had already won. Caesar had to explain to Ozil for a long time, telling him why he didn't look very happy.

"Uh" Ozil was obviously confused by Caesar, he asked: "That is to say, we are not guaranteed to qualify yet?"

"Yes."

Ozil made gestures for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion: "Luther, you are really free."

It's no wonder Ozil, the German team seldom has the dilemma of counting points with fingers, and it's not the Chinese team.

It is precisely because of our strong national football team that Chinese fans are the most scoring fans in the world, and Caesars has also been infected.

Now in the team, apart from coaches such as Hrubesch, the players already think in their hearts that they are definitely qualified.

Even Andy said in the report, "It's time to think about knockout opponents."

Early the next morning, Caesar was woken up by Ozil, who was in the same dormitory.

This guy played blaring music early in the morning, grooming himself hard in the toilet.

"Mesut, what the hell are you doing?" Caesar huddled under the covers, and Hrubesch finally gave them a vacation today, but Ozil got up early in the morning to make troubles.

Ozil stuck his head out of the toilet: "Still sleeping, it's already 10 o'clock."

"Why don't you sleep on the rest day?" Caesar got up in a daze, and Ozil threw him a towel: "Wash your face! Go out and have fun!"

"Hey hammer, the coach said that anyone who dares to go out to have fun will be fired, have you forgotten?" Caesar threw the towel aside and began to sleep again.

"Idiot, where did you go?" Ozil pulled Caesar up, acting like an old couple.

"I'll take you to a good place, a place to eat."

"Eat? You can eat at the hotel." Caesar said he was not interested.

"Let's go, Markus Rosenberg recommended it to me. I heard it's a Chinese restaurant."

"Chinese restaurant?" Caesar sat up abruptly, does this place still have Chinese food?

If you want to say what is the most regrettable thing after Caesar's reincarnation, it is undoubtedly not being able to eat the most delicious Chinese food in the world.

Most of the restaurants in Allentown are very hardcore, either dry steaks or Big Mac burgers.

It's no wonder, after all, they are coal miners who need physical work, and they must need very high-calorie food.

But for Caesar, this was tantamount to torture.

Every time he eats, he can only fantasize about the delicious Chinese food in his mind, drawing cakes to satisfy his hunger.

"Then I will reluctantly follow you." Caesar put on a pose, and hurriedly put on his clothes.

The two went out after reporting to Hrubesch. They heard that they were going to eat, but the coach ignored them.

Football players have very high requirements on their diet, and many things cannot be eaten.

However, there are also many big names who can't control their mouths. For example, the favorite food of the King of Coal Balls is barbecue.

But there is nothing wrong with liking delicious food. What is wrong is that he only knows how to eat, but does not know how to exert himself on the court.

Caesar and Ozil put on sunglasses to cover their faces, and went out with confidence.

The store recommended by Rosenberg is called "Kinesiska Muren", and the sign at the door says "Great Wall".

This is a Chinese food cafeteria. The exterior is a traditional building in Gothenburg, but the interior is very Chinese.

Caesar patted Ozil on the shoulder: "You are too stingy when you invite me to the cafeteria for dinner."

Ozil gave Caesar a look with his goldfish eyes: "Please? You are very good at talking."

"Damn, do you still need AA?!"

The two quarreled and walked in. The store is not big, but there are quite a lot of customers.

The two paid their bill at the counter, where they were greeted by a slender Chinese girl.

After taking the plate, Caesar winked at the girl: "Thank you."

As a result, the other girl looked at him blankly, as if she didn't understand.

Depend on!
Not Chinese!

If you are not Chinese, you open a Chinese restaurant with a hammer!

Ozil laughed wildly and said, "After learning a few sentences of Chinese, you want to hook up with others? I have to tell everyone about it."

Caesar shrugged resentfully, but did not expose the girl.

There are many things here, such as ribs, fish, spring rolls, Kung Pao chicken and so on.

Ozil ate Chinese food for the first time. Although the appearance was not particularly good-looking, many stir-fried dishes did not look as formal as Western food, but they tasted very delicious.

"Yeah, it's delicious, Luther, this is delicious." Ozil said to Caesar with a fork inserted.

The taste of these foods is completely different from Western food, and Ozil is deeply novel.

However, Caesar on the opposite side was already crying bitterly.

It's the taste!

This familiar taste!
God!What have I been eating these past few months!
Caesar was crying while eating, and Ozil muttered in a low voice: "Does it have to be so delicious that you cry?"

The customers next to him watched Caesar keep getting up to get food. There were more and more plates in front of him, and Ozil could hardly see Caesar.

"Hey, hey, even if it's a buffet, you have to limit yourself." Ozil was afraid that Caesar would kill him, so he hurriedly stopped him.

"belch----------"

Caesar burped for a long time, and picked his teeth with a toothpick contentedly: "Okay, just eat until you're [-]% full."

Ozil looked at the plate in front of him in surprise, how full is this?

Did you not eat yesterday, bro?
The dessert after the meal was ice cream. Caesar seemed to remember that he was an athlete at this time, and said to Ozil: "Ice cream is too high in calories, you should eat less."

Ozil gave him a blank look: "You f*cking bankrupt, you don't have the right to blame me!"

Caesar has long heard that Özil's favorite food is ice cream, and looking at it now, it is as expected.

No wonder I call you little daughter-in-law.

Having said that, seeing how delicious Ozil's food was, Caesar also took one.

Caesar never forgot this meal, but he never came to Gothenburg to play a game again, so he never ate at this restaurant again.

In 2018, the restaurant closed down and is nowhere to be found.

(End of this chapter)