long live football

When Carl hurried back to the locker room, half an hour had passed since the normal off-duty time.

Usually at this time, the players would have gone home long ago, but now they all obediently stayed in the locker room, waiting for the return of the head coach.

Because this is the order of the head coach Karl.

Although it was conveyed by assistant coach Hassler, orders are orders, and they will not try to challenge the authority of the boss just for the sake of a little rest time.

Many people asked Hasler: "Why does the boss want us all to stay? Do you have a meeting for the next round?"

But Hassler couldn't answer, because he was completely confused, he only knew that Carl's voice on the phone sounded... dangerous.

After thinking about it, Hassler warned the players: "I don't know what it is, but it's definitely not announcing that you don't have to train tomorrow, or inviting you to dinner, so even if anyone has a date with a beautiful woman tonight, it's best Don't try to sneak away."

Several players with girlfriends glanced at each other, bowed their heads and started texting.

Carl pushed open the door of the locker room, and the noisy chatting crowd fell silent after seeing him. Carl noticed that his boys even took a shower while waiting, and most of them had their hair still wet , reflected wetly under the lights of the dressing room.

He scanned the crowd, counted the numbers, and tried not to stay on a few people. After making sure that there was no one missing from the first team, he closed the locker room door.

The players were sitting on a few benches far from the door. Carl didn't go over to stand with them, but leaned against the door, thinking for the last time.

On the road just now, he was very angry at one point, and when he wanted to return to the team, he threw photos on the faces of those players, and then demoted them to the reserve team in front of everyone to reflect on them for a month.

The thought was very satisfying, and it raged in his mind for a few minutes, but when his reason came back, Carl knew he couldn't act impulsively.

The nature of a player being suspected of prostitution is not the same as being secretly photographed with a strange woman. The latter is a scandal at best, while the former is a scandal. What's more, this time five young stars made mistakes together (all of them are recognized as the future of German football) If this matter is exposed, there will definitely be huge waves in German football, the image of the club will be discredited, Karl and other players will also be implicated, and there will never be peace when they are harassed by the media, and the team's games will also be affected. as a result of.

Therefore, these photos must not be released to all the players in the locker room, because there is no impenetrable wall in the world, and Karl dare not say that all the nearly 30 players in the first team will strictly keep secrets. All the deals Mann made were in vain.

The only sensible way to deal with it is to let as few people know the truth as possible.

However, Karl would not be reconciled to calling the five Ozils to the office to discipline them and then punish them in private. The rage in his chest needed a way to vent.

After thinking about it, Karl decided to play a swindle. While sounding the alarm for all players, he also tested those who he single-handedly selected, whether their loyalty to him was true.

……

After Karl came in the locker room, it was in a silent atmosphere. The players were waiting for the head coach to announce what he was going to say, but all they saw was a boss leaning against the door and thinking about life.

Carl was so engrossed in his thoughts, as if he had forgotten that there were dozens of people sitting in front of him.

But none of the players thought this scene was ridiculous. They knew their boss and knew that he would not suddenly perform performance art in front of everyone, nor would he make any nonsensical jokes. The reason why the head coach behaved so abnormally It could only be that...something serious is happening, or has already happened.

Sure enough, after the players stared at each other in silence for four or five minutes, their boss spoke, in that indifferent, emotionless voice: "For the "Code of Conduct in the Locker Room" that I formulated, do you have any questions?" Have you ever been dissatisfied?"

No one speaks.

That's right, as long as it's a human being with a normal IQ, it's impossible to come out and be a thorn in the head at this time.

Carl inspected the furry heads: "But I know that in some of you, there is such an idea in your mind-'We are young, we have money, and we are not white-collar workers who work nine to five. We are qualified Enjoy a reasonable nightlife. We basically only have one game a week all season, why aren't we allowed to go to clubs? Why aren't we allowed to drink for fun? Why do even the relationship clubs have so many rules? It's not fair at all!'” After a pause, he went on to say, "Do these words reflect your real thoughts?"

Still no one spoke, but some people shifted their eyes unconsciously.

"I'm not banning you from dating, I'm not banning adults from going clubbing - as long as it's not in the 48 hours before the game. I just don't want you to have too much fun, especially for underage players. Indulging in material desires early will exhaust your talent, body, and even professional life in advance. This is why I will make the rules of the locker room so harsh."

"Of course, I'm not expecting you to be grateful to me. My purpose of saying this is - if you didn't raise any objections when I issued the ban, then I naturally assume that you will all abide by the rules seriously."

"So." Carl's originally unwavering voice finally mixed with some personal emotions: "When I learned that some of you seriously violated the regulations, I was very disappointed, very disappointed."

'Here comes the point! 'All the players thought in unison.

'Who made a mistake and pissed off the boss? ' They exchanged probing and skeptical glances.

"There is a sentence I need to say up front: If anyone can't accept my rules, then speak out, and I will directly let you go to a team with loose management."

Things are so serious that they need to clean the locker room?The Lions players were dazed and worried, and a little eagerly curious: What happened?

Carl was willing to reveal the truth until this time, he said: "The third line of the fourth locker room rules, who can recite it to me?"

Many people looked behind the door subconsciously, only to find that the team rules posted there were tightly blocked by the head coach's body, so they began to think hard.

Shao Jiayi was the first to remember: "Article [-], line [-] of the team rules prohibits soliciting prostitutes."

"Boom!", the locker room exploded.

After Carl's previous paragraphs of foreshadowing, no one will be so stupid as not to realize what happened.

Someone on the team hired a prostitute!

It must be so!Otherwise, the boss wouldn't be so sullen!

Ozil was still racking his brains to memorize the team rules silently, but when he heard Shao Jiayi's words, his heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously glanced at Koch and the others.

And Koch, Sven, Lars, and Ogo performed similarly to him, and their hearts were beating like thunder for a while.

Looking at the faces of the players, Carl nodded and said, "Yes, I did get some news. Among you, someone made a mistake that shouldn't be made."

It was quiet in the locker room, but it was an eerie quietness,

Everyone was trying to put on an innocent blank look on their faces, and by the way, looked at others suspiciously.

As if only by doing so, they are innocent.

Everyone wants to know who the "lucky guy" who fouled was.

Some people who like to gloat even began to look forward to the head coach's name-calling criticism.

But Karl didn't reveal the answer. "Although I don't know who the person who violated the rules is yet, I will figure it out sooner or later." He said, "Starting today, I will stay in the office until 9 o'clock in the evening every day, and within three days you will come to find me." I confess, and I will give you a more lenient punishment. After three days, each additional day will increase your punishment by one point. If no one confesses to me after a week..."

Carl didn't finish his words, but everyone deeply felt the unfinished meaning.

"By the way, one last thing." When Carl opened the locker room door and was about to return to the office, he suddenly thought of something, stopped, and said sideways: "I have disclosed part of the team rules to Bild ", from now on, they will replace me and watch you from the sidelines, fulfilling the responsibility of public opinion supervision."

……

Carl just sat down in the office with his front foot when there was a knock on the door with his back foot.

He checked the time, it was less than 5 minutes before he left the locker room.

The first person who voluntarily confessed to appear so soon?Carl was a little surprised. He thought it would be at least an hour or two before anyone was ready to come.

"Come in, the door is open."

Karl was wondering what attitude he would use to face the first player who admitted his mistake, was he angry?blame?Or forgiveness?Relieved?But the expression he showed in the end was...surprised.

It was Portillo who entered because he pushed the door open.

"Javier." Carl whispered the other party's name, blinking slowly.

The arrival of Portillo made him immediately think of an idea: Could it be that Portillo also went to that kind of dirty place? The words in the locker room exploded.

Will it be so?Will Portillo also violate the team rules?

If this is true, Carl's heart must have suffered another blow.

"Boss." Under Carl's gaze, Portillo scratched his hair and said shyly, "I, that, the one who didn't follow the rules is not me."

A feeling of relief spread throughout his body. Carl nodded and said, "I know." After a pause, he continued, "Then you came here to expose other people? Do you know who violated the team rules?"

Portillo quickly shook his head: "I don't know." He explained, "I just want to tell you that I haven't been to that kind of place, and I won't go there in the future."

"Javier." Carl laughed suddenly: "I knew you were the kind of person who would never do bad things, because before doing bad things, you would scare yourself to death."

Portillo thought about it seriously, finally nodded and said: "Boss, you are right, I have never been very courageous."