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Werder Bremen's team song "Green and White for Life" sounded in the Weser Stadium.

The sound waves from tens of thousands of people swept the entire stadium, and the effect was shocking, and the fans of the Parrot Legion hoped to use the team song to bring some good luck to the home team.

But in the 6th minute after the start of the second half, the first goal was still 1860 Munich.

More and more frontcourt pressing, tacit and smooth passing movement, the lion team's attack line composed of several triangles easily tore through Werder Bremen's defense line, football was passed to each other in the penalty area, and finally came At the feet of Yekas, the Greek kicked a skillful shot, and the football rolled into the net against the ground.

"TOOOOR! Jekas stabbed Werder Bremen in the heart. In the 6th minute of the second half, 1860 Munich successfully reversed the game! We don't know much about this Greek player, whether he is on or off the field They are all very low-key, belonging to the typical hard-working player, but no matter how low-key he is, there is one fact that cannot be denied, that is, he is the veritable No. [-] shooter in the team! Yekas is currently on the scorer list, and also Ranked in the top ten!"

Pressing, more and more pressing up the pitch.

1860 Munich took their running tactics to the extreme.

Many players are already dripping with sweat, and their faces are also showing fatigue. A lot of running is undoubtedly very exhausting, but their spirits are still high and their morale is still high.

Because the reversal of Werder Bremen at the Weser Stadium is a temptation that no Bundesliga team can refuse.

Werder Bremen did not change teams or make substitutions. Schaaf is actually not the kind of head coach who is stubborn and inflexible. The reason why he has not made any changes is that he still has hope for the victory of the game. The second is because he understands his team. Werder Bremen's formation is not fast enough, and the defense is not strong enough. Rather than sticking to it, it is better to win in danger.

So Schaff is ready to carry out his "offense against offense" tactic to the end.

The players of the Parrot Legion also maintain a strong desire to attack, but their running and coordination are obviously not as efficient as their opponents.

Not to mention, today's opponents are constantly harassing their frontcourt core.

Klose was getting annoyed, his heart was full of anger, and he was still wondering if it was bad luck today - otherwise, why would the players of Munich 1860 seem to have taken drugs and insisted on going to the stickers on him?

And their expressions, their actions, all have a sinister taste.

It's like trying to plot against yourself...

Worried, Klose made several low-level mistakes and created several offensive opportunities for the opponent, making the score 2:4. Werder Bremen fell behind by two goals at home.

In order to make up for the damage he caused, the team had to speed up the pace again,

All the Parrot players have only one thought in their minds: "Goal! Goal!", but their rhythm is already extremely fast, and any further acceleration will only make the team lose control and make the already weak defense full of loopholes.

Schaff finally realized his inability to recover, and he replaced Klose in the 78th minute.

It's hard to say what kind of mood Klose felt when he was substituted, whether he was disappointed or relieved.

However, for the main players, being replaced at this time will not be embarrassing. The fans will not think "he caused the loss of the game or the head coach thinks he is useless", but will understand it as "the head coach loves him very much." This player, he doesn't want to overuse."

When the referee blew the final whistle, the scoreboard ended at 2:4.

……

The weather in Munich at the end of November has begun to become cold. When the training came to an end, the players put on thick coats and hats, held a bottle of mineral water and huddled together to rest and chat.

Then, without knowing what happened, Sven suddenly started to run wildly on the court, and Lars followed closely behind him. After the two ran around the court for two laps, Lars finally caught up with his younger brother. The other party rushed forward by the collar, threw Sven to the ground and rubbed his head again, then quickly stood up and ran away.Sven got up from the ground with a head of wild hair, and started chasing his brother for revenge, while the other players stood on the sidelines and laughed, blowing out bursts of white gas from their mouths.

In a tall building not far away, Carl was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows watching this scene.

All is going well, Carr thought, his players getting on well with each other.

Compared with other head coaches, Karl's life can sometimes be described as extremely relaxed. His players have not caused him much trouble. Compared with other teams, Munich 1860 has no endless scandals and intrigues. At least not yet.

However, Karl does not expect this relaxed and friendly environment to last forever. Now the locker room of Munich 1860 is calm, which cannot be separated from the following reasons: Captain Hoffmann is a silent and honest man. He likes to centralize power; other old players are basically fighting for the main position and don't care about other things; young players are currently the biggest force in the locker room, and they are almost all single-handedly promoted by Karl.

The locker room is now Karl's world, he is the king here.

But after a few seasons, that might not be the case.

The more the team grows, the more it needs stars, whether they are born from the inside or bought from the outside - most of the bought stars are arrogant, they are full of talents, whether they are smart or not, after joining a new team, there are only two. The choice is to either gain power in the locker room and isolate others, or be isolated by the core of power in the locker room; and young players will also mature one day. When they grow up, everyone will take a different path, and some people still pursue purity. Some people are chasing fame and fortune, some are eager for power, some are indulging in sex and wine... No matter what, they will always want more.

People change, and Karl hopes that under his care, they can change more slowly.

The sudden ringing of the phone interrupted Carl's thoughts, and he picked up the receiver: "Hello."

"Mr. Alston, a reporter from "Bild" is looking for you." It was the club's secretary, Ms. Fein, who was in charge of the external telephone contact of the head coach's office.

"As I said, I won't accept interviews." Carl said with a hint of veiled accusation in his tone.

"I've already rejected him like this, Mr. Alston, but." Fein said with some embarrassment: "This reporter said that if you don't answer his call, you will regret it tomorrow, so I..."

"I'm sorry, Miss Finn, I didn't mean to blame you." Carl slowed down his tone and apologized. He knew that the other party had good intentions: "Transfer his call in, and I'll deal with him."

Fein breathed a sigh of relief, she smiled happily and said, "It is my honor to serve you, Mr. Alston."

"Mr. Alston?" said the strange male voice on the phone, "I'm Harold Beerman, a reporter from Bild."

Hearing this name, Carl felt more vigilant: he knew Harold Bierman, not only because he was a seasoned football reporter with a sharp and sophisticated writing style, and there was an article on the sports page of "Bild" Column, also because the opponent can often break the inside information of many team players before other reporters, which shows that Bierman has a very wide network in football.

"I know you, Mr. Bierman. Based on what you said to my secretary, let's stop being polite and get down to business."

After a few seconds of silence, Bierman let out a deep laugh: "I like the way you do things, Mr. Alston, then well, I'll just state my purpose directly. I have some things in my hand , you should be very interested."

Karl was not moved by Bierman's half-covered attitude, and his tone was still calm: "What? If I obtained my nude photos illegally, I'm afraid I don't want to listen anymore, but I suggest you contact my agent directly."

"It's true that there are pictures, but you're not involved, Mr. Alston," Bierman said. "It's about your players."

……

When Carl arrived at the coffee shop in the city center, the other party was already waiting there.

Harold Bierman looks at most in his 30s and less than [-] years old, but his hair is half gray and he wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He looks very ordinary in appearance and clothes, but only when you look at him Only then can you discover how shrewd the eyes are revealed from behind the lens.

"The place you chose has a good environment." After taking his seat, Karl looked around and said.

"The transportation is also very convenient. It takes only ten minutes to get here from the newspaper office and your office." Bierman looked at Carl: "Do you also dress like this when you sit in the office?"

"What's wrong with this outfit?" After ordering, Carl looked down at his clothes: "I don't even wear a tie."

Bierman pointed to his black shirt and said, "I bet this one is worth half a month's salary."

Carl just smiled at him.

"I've never seen a coach dangling in formal clothes worth thousands of euros on a non-match day. They usually spend most of their time in sportswear and only take care of themselves when facing the camera. More decent." Bierman continued to comment on Carl's clothes: "You know? My colleagues once bet on you."

"What are you gambling?"

"Bet you are also the kind of person who only cares about your image in public, and bet you will change into shorts and a sweatshirt when you go home."

Karl nodded slightly: "Then?"

"Someone found out in frustration that even if they were looking down at your kitchen window from a high altitude, they could only photograph someone dressed as if they could go to a banquet immediately." Bierman was a little proud: "Relying on keen intuition, that time I made lunch money." He noticed a change in Carl's expression: "What were you thinking?"

Carl raised his eyebrows: "I think I should put curtains on the kitchen too."

Biermann laughed.

When Carl's coffee arrived, he picked it up and took a sip.

Bierman started to drink his black tea.

The two sat each other, and the atmosphere became very silent.

Five minutes later, Bierman couldn't help it: "Why don't you ask me?"

"Ask you what?"

"The bargaining chip in my hand-what did those photos capture. That's why you agreed to meet me, didn't you?"

Carl shrugged. "I just thought you'd tell me whether I asked or not."

"Well, I knew you were the kind of person who likes to take the initiative in your own hands." Bierman took out an envelope from his clothes and put it on the table: "The things are here, you can see for yourself. "

Karl picked up the white envelope, tilted it, and there were a lot of photos inside, and he picked them up one by one: Ozil, Koch, Lars, Sven, and Ogo got off the two cars, and they almost Everyone is wearing expensive outfits, which Karl has never seen them wear; five people walked into the gate of a villa with shoulders and shoulders, and there were many luxury cars parked outside the villa; a middle-aged man from The house came out and led them into the house; every room in the villa was brightly lit, but all the curtains were drawn tightly;

The time on the photo shows that five people walked out of the villa with disheveled hair around three o'clock in the middle of the night, followed by a few hot girls in scantily clad clothes; the hot girls kissed the five people goodbye in front of the car;

The two cars started, but the license plates were clearly photographed.

Karl's eyes were focused on the date of a photo. He was familiar with this date, because the previous day was the match between Munich 1860 and Mainz. They won the game, so Karl gave the players a day off and asked them to go home. Take a good rest, but I didn't expect someone to have fun that night.

Bierman removed a picture from Carl, and pointed to the luxury villa in the photo: "The house belongs to a well-known lawyer, but the lawyer's family has lived in another property in the city for a long time. The villa is said to be rented. Go out, but no one knows who the tenant is. There will be three parties in a week, and the day before each time, there will be a large number of models-like beauties. On the day of the party, there will be a cloud of luxury cars and celebrities. Now you know What kind of place is it?"

Carl spit out two words with a cold expression: "Brothhouse."

Bierman was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Your words are very sharp, Mr. Alston." He stuffed all the photos back into the envelope: "You pointed out its ultimate nature, but you have to study it carefully. It's not a brothel either, because the place never provides overnight service to guests, it just sells many sky-high tickets three times a week, allowing people who buy tickets to meet the beauties in the villa, dance and drink , exchange contact information, and wait until the next day. Guests can freely call the woman they like and take her to the hotel or home. It is also because of the care of the operator that although this villa is nearby Neighbors have complained many times, but the police still have nothing to do with it—of course, for people in my line of work, we can see what its essence is at a glance at the photos." He gave a pointed look Look at Carl.

Carl looked directly at Bierman: "What do you want?"

Bierman smiled: "How about the title "The Little Princes of the Nightclub in Munich 1860"? Or "The Lions' Tomorrow's Stars Collect Prostitutes"? When such a report comes out, how much explosion will it cause among the fans? The whole club, all the coaches and players will be troubled by the news, the fans will protest with signs, the other media will chase you, and the game that was supposed to be smooth sailing—”

"They didn't recruit prostitutes, you said it yourself." Carl tilted his head towards the envelope: "This place never provides overnight service for guests, huh?"

"But if two people see each other and insist on going to the toilet, no one will stop them, right?" Bierman shrugged and said, "I think these photos are obvious enough, I don't even need to Add a word, and readers will understand everything when they see them, and maybe the associations are even dirtier than reality."

Carl's eyes stared at every movement of Bierman, and finally stopped on his eyes: "So, tell me, what do you want."

Stared at by those gray-blue eyes, Bierman couldn't help lowering his gaze, pushed his glasses, raised his head and smiled and said, "Would you like to make friends with me, Mr. Alston?"

Carl relaxed his body and leaned his back on the sofa behind him: "I thought making friends should be two-way, not one party being threatened by the other."

"I didn't mean to threaten you, Mr. Alston." Bierman pushed the envelope: "This is just sincerity. I have destroyed the negatives. You just need to take the photos and everything will be fine. Tomorrow's newspaper will be calm and there will be nothing related to it." Negative press for Munich 1860."

"Then what is the price of being your friend?"

"Scoop, Mr. Alston, among the many things about you and Munich 1860, I want to make sure that I can be the first to know the inside story." Bierman said his ultimate goal.

"The photos are also an exclusive and would be very sensational."

"But it brings too little benefit. It's just a short-term eyeball effect. After a few days, when new and more sensational news comes out, people will naturally forget about it. You know, readers always love the new and dislike the old. "

Seeing that Carl's expression remained unchanged, Bierman shrugged and changed his words: "I noticed that you have been in Munich for so long, and it seems that you have never made a friend in the German press. I admire the attitude, but sometimes, one needs a friend anywhere - maybe you have also found that your team is a bit isolated in the city, and even the "Munich Daily" prefers to be next door to you. When Isn't it inconvenient when you want to make some noise? If you have me as your friend, it will be much more convenient. "

"Sounds like a good thing for mutual benefit." Carl looked at Bierman: "But it's not a good thing to have a friend who asks too many questions. Tell it all."

"I'm not the greedy kind of person. What's more, what I'm interested in doesn't necessarily have to be private and sensitive things. It's not only insider information that can make newspapers sell well." Bierman tried his best to make his shrewd eyes look sincere Some: "And no matter what I ask, the initiative to answer is yours, isn't it?"

Carl glanced at the envelope: "Are you sure this is the only photo?"

"I swear on my reputation." Bierman smiled. He knew that the other party agreed to his proposal: "You can call me Harold. In order to celebrate our happy cooperation in the future, let's have a drink together?"

"Thank you for the photo, Mr. Bierman." Carl put the envelope in his arms: "You don't have to have a drink, I still have work to do."

……

On the Munich 1860 training ground, Hassler's cell phone rang suddenly. He glanced at the calling number and answered the phone: "What's the matter, Karl?"

"Is the training over?"

Hassler looked at his watch: "It's over in 5 minutes, and then we can get off work."

"Keep all the players and let them wait in the locker room." Karl sat in his car: "I have something to say."