Football God.

The night after the game, Leeds United did not return to Leeds immediately, but stayed in Liverpool for one night.

This is almost the practice of Leeds United. Now that the cup game has not started, there is still a week before the next league game. Heinrich does not want the players to waste their energy on the journey. Rich will stay in the original hotel for another night, and will not leave until the players have rested.

And this night, Heinrich will not organize any tactical plans, nor will he let the players train. He just asks the team doctor to give them some restorative treatment and then rest as early as possible.

After going to see Lewandowski and confirming that the Pole's injury was indeed not serious, Heinrich returned to the room alone.

But when he walked to the door, Heinrich saw Bertram standing outside the door, his expression as calm as ever.

"Someone looking for me?" Heinrich pointed inside.

Bertram nodded, and let the door open.

Heinrich pushed the door and walked in. In the small living room outside the suite, Heinrich looked at the person sitting on the sofa in surprise: "Brother?"

Moritz closed the newspaper in his hand, even if he did not appear in public, Moritz nodded to Heinrich, and motioned him to sit over with his eyes.

This kind of behavior made Heinrich instantly alert, because Heinrich's parents were very busy, and the person who educated and accompanied Heinrich when he was a child was Moritz.

Usually, Moritz's attitude towards Heinrich is holding him for fear of falling, and he is afraid of falling, and he has done everything to the extreme.

But once Heinrich made some mistakes, Moritz never relented, and the rigor and rigidity of German education were fully reflected in Moritz.

Standing at the door, Heinrich looked at Moritz out of the corner of his eye. His blond hair was fixed with hairspray, and his blue-green eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses revealed shrewd and moody indifference. There is no wrinkle in the suit, even when sitting on the sofa, the back is straight and the posture is straight.

But the most striking thing is that Moritz tapped his fingertips on the armrest of the sofa, the tapping frequency was very calm and full of rhythm.

Heinrich also had this habit, but it was just a small unconscious action, but once this action appeared on Moritz, it proved that the German master was very impatient now.

The original smile subsided, Heinrich closed the door, walked obediently to the sofa in front of Moritz and sat down, coughed lightly before saying: "Brother, good evening, how are you doing today?"

Moritz didn't give him a chance to change the subject, and said directly, "Edel, you've been living very comfortably recently."

... it's over.

With a thump in his heart, Heinrich quickly thought about whether he had done anything bad recently, but he couldn't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time.

Moritz tapped the table lightly with the newspaper in his hand: "You know the rules, and you will be lenient when you confess."

After thinking about it, Heinrichs couldn't find any good reason, so he could only speak tentatively: "I will never drink too much wine in my office, brother, there must always be something entertaining in the office Yes, should I have coffee instead?"

"It's not about this, and don't even think about coffee." Even though Moritz's eyes look very similar to Heinrich's, Heinrich seldom has the cat-like sharpness. some.

As for the wine Heinrich mentioned, Moritz knew about it a long time ago, and Moritz, who was committed to controlling everything about his younger brother, naturally would not ignore anything related to Heinrich's body.

Moritz even stuffed two bottles of vintage red wine in it. The kids in his family know how to measure it, so it's okay to drink some, so it's natural to give him the best.

As for coffee...don't even think about it.

Heinrich didn't know this, but felt that he probably exposed something by accident. He subconsciously pursed his lips and looked at Moritz, tilting his head slightly: "Brother, please give me a hint." Seeing Moritz frowning, Heinrich continued, "I'm really tired recently."

One sentence softened Moritz's heart. He subconsciously thought that he should rest when he was tired, but Moritz quickly realized it.

Well, Adrian started to trick himself again.

But even knowing that this was a trick of his younger brother's tricks, Moritz showed no signs of getting angry, and just brought up the plate from the side.

Inside is a black forest cake that looks very attractive, with a glass of milk on the side.

Although Heinrich has never liked to eat dinner, he is still very keen on sweets. What's more, this cake looks like it was made by Moritz. Only he can comprehend the patterns made of every piece of chocolate. It must be completely consistent without deviation.

Picking up the silver spoon and starting to enjoy the extra meal, Moritz took out a black book from his pocket and slowly flipped through it.

Heinrich never guessed what was written on it. In Moritz's words, any page inside could cause the world's financial shock!

Everything inside is important enough, just like Moritz's personal black box, the fingerprints on the book plus iris unlocking and self-destructing devices are enough to show its importance.

"Don't leave it." Moritz glanced at the half cup of milk left, and said lightly.

Heinrich reached for the milk, raised his neck and gulped it down, then took out two pills and swallowed them.

Moritz flipped through his notebook and said, "I've read Dr. Braque's physical examination report, Edel, you're recovering very well."

There was a smile on Heinrich's face, and it seemed that it was at this time that he felt that his milk was not in vain.

Counting it, Griezmann also drank a lot, why didn't he grow up?

Just thinking about whether to go back and add some body stretching training to his small grid, Heinrich suddenly saw Moritz put the open black book in front of him.

Subconsciously pushed back, and leaned directly on the soft sofa cushion, Heinrich looked at Moritz in surprise: "...I don't look!"

Moritz raised his eyebrows: "What did you say?"

Heinrich also felt that he was overreacting. He stabilized his mind and restored a gentle smile on his face: "This is something that belongs to you, brother, I won't read it."

After reading it, Moritz has sufficient reasons to bring himself back to the Heinrich family and let him take over the business of a certain continent.

Anti-routine?Heinrich declined.

Moritz pushed his glasses, and his voice was flat: "It has nothing to do with those, it's just something about you, give me a reasonable explanation after reading it."

Heinrich blinked, and was suddenly touched by his brother's willingness to record his affairs in this black book that holds the lifeblood.

If Heinrich knew that all the commemorative events from childhood to adulthood—including the first time he learned to call "brother"—had been recorded by Moritz, I am afraid that he would not be able to look forward to this little black book like a black box. will be so high.

Reaching out to take it, Heinrich looked at the plain white paper that clearly belonged to Moritz's cursive handwriting, and smiled subconsciously.

But soon, his smile froze on his face.

'Endless fetters (followers-derivatives-real-competition, the proud son of heaven, cool texts, sweet texts without cruelty throughout the whole process)'

...=A=Why do I know every word, but I can't understand it together?

After closing the book, Heinrich's eyes turned to Moritz, and he got a faint look from Moritz.

It was clearly a silent inquiry and a silent protest.

"Adrian, if you have a marriage partner, you should discuss it with your family." Moritz has already done enough psychological construction for coming here to protest, and at this moment he is even ready for destroying his own children. Prepare to be rejected by love.

This made Moritz's expression even colder and chillier.

But Heinrich coughed subconsciously, and asked softly, "This is... where did you find it?"

"A website is the result of a big data search with your keywords." Moritz said calmly.

Everything looks real, down to every Leeds game.The words are beautiful and the description is soothing. According to the above serialization, my child seems to propose marriage when he is ready to win the Premier League.

Proposing to someone you don't know?

Think beautiful!

Heinrich also had a dazed look on his face. The genius knew what it was all about, but from Moritz's few words, Heinrich could also know that his brother was starting to worry about his emotional life.

But looking for clues from an obviously fan fiction is a bit too hasty, Heinrich was a little bit dumbfounded: "I'm still single, dear Moritz, I have no experience in love, God knows before you show me this I don't even know who the other person is!"

"Because it said that you exchanged tokens of love, a diamond earring, and a diamond..."

"what?"

"No, it's nothing." Moritz stared at Heinrich for a few seconds, then said slowly, "If you're in love, at least let your parents see."

"No, Moritz, I'm not thinking about this now." Heinrich seemed to have figured out the reason why Moritz came here, and said with a smile, "This is just a novel, it seems that your usual entertainment Too few." That's why I don't know the difference between humanities and news!

Moritz didn't make excuses because of this sentence, but just asked, "Girlfriend?"

Heinrich smiled and shook his head: "No."

"Boy friend?"

"Of course not, my dear Moritz."

Moritz nodded, honesty should be the common merit of all Heinrich family members.

The farce-like disturbance passed quickly, and Heinrich had no other thoughts other than regretting that Moritz knew about his stealing red wine, and Moritz could not stay in England for too long. , he and Heinrich exchanged an updated email address and left.

While going out, Moritz said to Bertlem outside the door: "The lady in the ticketing department of Leeds United who asked you to pay attention to it just now, don't worry about it for now."

Bertram glanced at Heinrich, who was flipping through a newspaper, who had no sense of their conversation, turned his head to look at Moritz, and asked in a low voice, "Why, sir?"

"Whether it's true or not, there is finally a channel to know something." Especially when Heinrich had no idea about it, Moritz didn't want to cut off all the connections around him.

Like Heinrich said, it's just a novel, isn't it?

"Ah!"

Sophie, who had no idea that she was being targeted by the big boss of the club, rubbed her nose in doubt, looked left and right, got up to close the window, then walked quickly to the table, typing on the keyboard carefully.

The food-producing giants in the circle are slowly rising on nights like this.

===

After a routine one-day holiday, Leeds United went back to training.

However, after a day of regular training, many players did not leave, but stood on both sides of the training ground, in order to watch an offensive and defensive battle!

On the offensive side, Kaka and Griezmann.

On the defensive side, Schmeichel.

Heinrich was standing on the sidelines, smiling and stroking the hair of Luka who was sitting on a chair beside him.

Little Luca has successfully completed the admission procedures. The kindergarten associated with the Leeds United Club is not big, but it is meticulous and meticulous in every aspect. After all, it is full of children of club players or staff members, so it is natural to be extremely careful.

Usually, when Kaka trains, Luka will wait for him on the sidelines. Many children prefer to play with their partners or play with toys by themselves, but Luka follows Kaka very persistently, staring at Kaka with big eyes without blinking. with the Son of God.

This is actually easy to understand. Kaka has always been very busy. Whether it is games or training, more often they are home and away games in various parts of Europe. Even though the previous Serie A games were not as full as the Premier League, but The rest time is only a few days before and after the game, which is not enough for Kaka to play back and forth between Italy and Brazil.

The only time I can see Papa is during the holidays twice a year, and the only time I want to see Kaka at other times is through TV or the Internet.

Now I can see Kaka every day, and I can sleep with Kaka every day. Little Luka is in high spirits.

On the court, Kaka and Griezmann didn't really cheat their teammates. Although their shots were all in the penalty area, they were not at the same time, but gave Schmeichel sufficient reaction time.

But this kind of interruption is not enough for the Leeds United goalkeeper to make sufficient adjustments. It was okay at the beginning, but it was obviously a bit difficult later.

But Schmeichel has been working hard and never said give up.

The reason for his hard work is simple. He is the only main goalkeeper in the team. Heinrich has introduced substitute players for every position. There is only the goalkeeper position. Except for a young player who was promoted from the second-tier team, Heinrich did not No adjustments have been made in the transfer season.

This is a kind of trust and an incentive, enough for Schmeichel to shed blood for Leeds United!

Of course, in addition to this, there is another factor... Schmeichel really does not want to experience the tragic scene of one-on-one with his boss again.

It's enough to experience that kind of thing once, and he doesn't want to come a second time.

"Uncle Adrian," Luca suddenly raised his head to look at Heinrich, "Why is Uncle Casper the only one guarding the gate?"

Heinrich smiled and squatted down to touch the little Luka's hair, and said softly, "Because this is extra training for the goalkeeper."

Luca blinked. Apart from watching Kaka's training here recently, he went to the Leeds United youth training ground to watch Etok's training match on the other side. Even though he was young, Luca could still understand.

For example, Etok is the best when attacking. For example, if the ball is kicked into the opponent's goal, it will count as a score, and there are many people in front of the goalkeeper to help.

"Is Leeds United and Etok's team different? Uncle Kaspar is the only one defending." Luca looked at Heinrich curiously.

This sentence made Heinrich blink his eyes after hearing this, and then realized that he might have made a wrong judgment from the beginning.

It was not only Schmeichel's responsibility to be poured two goals by Liverpool, but his defenders helped a lot.

It was indeed his own request to put Jack on top, but before that, Jack's position didn't seem to be fixed.

Diego, who should be reliable, seems to have wandered to the center line in that game, oh yes, he also competed with the opponent's midfielder for a header.

Smiling, he rubbed Luka's hair again, and asked him to continue to sit under the umbrella, while Heinrich himself strode to the training ground.

At this moment, the staff in the training ground is very neat. Normally, they would go home to recuperate, or go to a specific coach for special physical training, but today few people left.

Heinrich automatically regarded their behavior as "unity and friendship for teammates", smiled and clapped his hands: "Come here, assemble!"

Heinrich seldom participates in the usual training sessions. There is a clear division of labor in the Leeds United team. The training sessions are usually watched by Mr. Byron, and Heinrich is more involved in some one-on-one guidance, or Tell the players about some tactical arrangements in free time.

But Heinrich's prestige in the team is unquestionable. After hearing his words, the players quickly trotted over to stand in front of Heinrich.

Schmeichel was the last one to come over. Thirty saves didn't seem like many. After all, in the usual goalkeeper training, there are not [-] or [-] such down-to-the-ground saves, but they are facing two real shooters. Instead of a goalkeeper coach, the physical effort that is naturally expended is quite different.

Heinrich smiled and patted Schmeichel on the shoulder: "Don't go to Dr. Braque yet," Heinrich said to Makelele, "Claude, get someone to do it for him." The muscles are soothed."

Makelele, who was on half of the assistant contract, nodded and took Schmeichel to the sidelines. Naturally, the team doctor came up to help.

However, Heinrich took off the goalkeeper gloves he was wearing before Makelele went down, and shook them on his hands, but looked at his defenders with a smile in his eyes.

In addition to Jack Diego, the two unshakable main players, Koscielny, a young player on loan from Arsenal, is also among them.

Heinrich's eyes passed over them one by one, and he suddenly smiled: "Since the goalkeeper training has been added today, I will play another small game with you."

Games?

The players looked at each other, and they all saw curiosity in each other's eyes.

Heinrich smiled lightly and said: "The goalkeeper game, I kick a ball, whoever can save it, I will increase your attribute value by ten in the tactics class game next week." Heinrich's voice paused as he spoke. After a pause, "Jack, Diego, and Laurent, the three of you must participate, and the others are all voluntary."

This is definitely a huge temptation. Many people's eyes light up, but there are also players with pensive eyes.

They have never seen Heinrich shoot. The previous game against Manchester United was called Tianwaifeixian. In the true sense, Heinrich has never had one-on-one. No one knows that he was blown up on the Internet before. What is the "Shen Feng Heinrich" like.

But if they can surf the Internet more, they will know Heinrich's ability. After all, ten years ago was not so ancient. Fantastic and scary!

Unfortunately, there is no WIFI in the Leeds United club. After Heinrich came to the club, he directly cut off the team's wireless network. Except for Kaka, who is known as the "Internet addict" in the team, no one else looked at it. Watch a video about these.

"Can I not participate?" Kaka raised her hand and asked, with a smile, her expression was as cheerful and gentle as ever.

Heinrich glanced at him with a smile and nodded slightly.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will know that a game maniac like Kaka will quit, and there must be fraud in it. However, the temptation given by Heinrich is too great for people to think about.

So, in the end, apart from a few players who really didn't have much interest, and a midfielder like Sneijder who knew Kaka's temper completely followed, there were a total of ten people participating.

On the sidelines, Schmeichel was sitting on the turf with his legs spread apart. His sore muscles were much more comfortable under the massage of the team doctor, but the comfort on his body was not as good as the comfort in his heart!

Let you dig a hole for me!

Let you hold yourselves behind!

The Leeds United goalkeeper grinned to himself, and Luca, who was sitting on a chair beside him, lay on the armrest and looked at Schmeichel: "Uncle Kasper, what are you laughing at?"

Schmeichel looked at the little Luka and had to say that Luka was cute enough and became the darling of everyone in the team in a short time.At this moment, Schmeichel looked at Luca's clean eyes and covered his mouth with his hands, and said softly: "Luka, do you know the feeling of despair?"

Children who are only a few years old naturally don't understand the meaning of this term. Luca shook his head obediently, and in the next second, he saw Schmeichel's eyes looking at the court.

"Soon, they'll feel it."