long live football

Since the match against Kaiserslautern in the 1860th round of the Bundesliga, Dzeko has played all games against Borussia Dortmund and Borussia Mönchengladbach. He has started three consecutive league games and performed brilliantly in the game , allowing him to successfully advance to Munich [-], the most concerned new star in a month.

It also managed to grab the attention that others deserved for the massive rotation of 1860 Munich.

Some people may wonder why 1860 Munich have different starting lineups in the last few games, and some people wonder why the team's conceded goals suddenly increased, but when they flipped through the newspapers, all the media were discussing the Bosnia and Herzegovina players. Born, they studied how far Dzeko's achievements could go in the end, and how much change he could bring to the Lions' tactics... By the way, they also discussed the high quality and low price of players from small Eastern European countries (Dzeko's former club Tepp Liss only spent 25000 euros when he bought him in the first two years, and Karl brought him to Munich only spent hundreds of thousands of euros), as well as the current foreign aid policy of German football.

Although Dzeko's career in the Bundesliga has just started, as long as it is a professional, it can be seen that with Dzeko's talent and quality, if there is no accident (injury and other irresistible factors), then he will be able to play in three years. Inside is sure to be another jewel in Karl Alston's crown.

"The 'leak picker' has picked it up again" - the headline of the sports section of Bild on Sunday.

In his column, journalist Harold Biermann revealed a lot of interesting things that happened in the dressing room of Munich 1860, such as who rushed to the bathroom for the first time after the game to take a shower, and who liked to put the smelly unwashed Socks are thrown everywhere, who likes to eat junk food, who is very serious to the public but actually likes to tell bad jokes in private... These news that have never been published before reveal the human side of many stars in life, It also made many fans feel that the distance between themselves and their idols has suddenly narrowed.

Some people began to wonder if Bierman had successfully hooked up with a star of the Lions, but no one guessed that it was the team's head coach Karl Oston.

After a brief contact with Bierman, Karl judged that the other party was not the kind of greedy person. He would not keep asking questions to overdraw his credit, but started to explore some innocuous things, and used many insiders in the media industry (For example, which team's fans are the editor-in-chiefs of the famous domestic journalists in Germany) for exchange.To be honest, this looks a bit like a gesture of favor.

The other party has no ill intentions towards Karl, nor towards Munich 1860. Karl thinks this friendship can last for a long time.

From December 12th to January 20th is the winter break of the 1-27 Bundesliga season. The coaches and players have a long vacation of nearly 05 days. However, in Munich 06, some people are destined not to make long-term travel because they have just been taken The manager shut down for some of the mistakes they had made.

……

"The boss is still in the office?"

"Well, I don't mean to come out and walk around at all."

"We've been playing chess for 3 hours, why don't we go play football on the court?"

"It's snowing outside, Mesut."

"Okay." Ozil rubbed his face and moved the pieces: "Your king is dead, I won this game. Now can I rest for a while?"

Koch stared at the chessboard for a while, and shouted angrily: "This is not fair! Mesut, you have been beating me!"

Ozil yelled back: "You asked me to teach you how to play chess!"

"But I didn't tell you to kill me every few minutes! Can't you take a more gentle approach, like explaining to me every move you make? That way my chess skills can improve !" Koch stretched out his hand and pointed to the side: "Look at Lars and Sven, the two of them have been here for several hours, but they have never had an argument, how many of them—"

But when Koch's head was turned 90° to the left, he couldn't say a word, because Lars and Sven, the two brothers who made him think "playing chess very harmoniously", were lying on each side. Falling on the edge of the chessboard, sound asleep.

Yes, because of the heavy snow on the training ground, the four people in confinement (or overtime training) (should have Dennis Ogo with them, but Ogo's mother asked Karl for leave yesterday , their family is going back to their hometown in Africa) unable to go out for activities.

Ozil suggested in the morning, "Anyway, it's snowing outside and we can't train, so we might as well go home", but Koch felt that the more it came to this time, the more they had to show their positive side, so that the boss Fall in love with them again.So he suggested that a few people simply play chess in the locker room. Playing chess is such a green and healthy activity that helps to exercise IQ. If the boss knows that they are now hooked on this activity, he will definitely be happy. Maybe you can forgive them in advance.

Lars and Sven brothers Koch agreed with the proposal, three to one, and Ozil could only resign himself to stay with him.This is why there are two chess boards in the warm and bright dressing room in Munich 1860 at this time. Ozil and Koch are in a group, and the Bender brothers have been fighting since the morning-unfortunately, almost Four hours passed, and Karl did not visit the locker room, and the Bender brothers, another group of opponents, fell asleep comfortably.

Ozil stood up and stretched his waist: "Even though it's still snowing outside, I want to go out and play football for a while! After playing chess for a few hours, my head is about to explode. I don't have enough brain cells. Now I desperately need some mindless activity."

Koch curled his lips: "Do you think you don't need your brain when you play football? If you play football without your brain every day, you will be eliminated soon."

Ozil tilted his head towards the Bender brothers: "These two people don't know how long they have been asleep, and the boss has never come. Do we really have to continue to wait?"

Koch nodded solemnly: "We have reformed ourselves, and we need to let the boss know."

Ozil said with a bitter face: "As long as we don't make mistakes again, it's all right? It's not necessary to make these actions to show the boss."

"Even if you have advantages that people in the world can't match, if you don't show it, no one will know."

Suddenly someone interrupted, and Koch and Ozil turned their heads together, and found that Lars Bender and Sven Bender had woken up, and the words just said were exactly what Lars said.

Koch asked Russ, "Where do you get that from?"

Lars and Sven replied together: "My mother said."

Russ looked at Sven, who shrugged and added: "When we asked her how to please someone, she said, 'Show your handsome face first, and then show your other advantages, which is enough to solve most of the world's problems. I’m a girl’—she thought we were chasing some girl, but I dare not tell her that the person we’re chasing is the boss, she’ll get to the bottom of it, and we’ll hide the mistakes we made Can't stop."

Ozil curled his lips: "Solve most of the girls in the world? The boss doesn't belong to this category."

"We knew it, so we told our mother that the other party was very difficult, but she came up with a trick for us. Do you know what it is?"

Ozil and Koch shook their heads blankly together.

Sven said with a smile: "My mother said, 'Show her the eyes of a puppy that has been kicked, and then even the most hard-hearted person will melt immediately.'"

Ozil opened his already big eyes even bigger: "The eyes of a puppy that was kicked? Is that so?"

Maybe Ozil wanted to show himself to be very pitiful, but his appearance just looked silly and dumb. Koch suddenly let out a burst of violent laughter, while Lars and Sven clutched their stomachs and laughed so hard past.

Ozil immediately squinted his eyes, his face stinking.

The sound in the locker room could be heard five meters away. Carl pushed the door open and asked curiously, "What are you laughing at?"

The voices of Koch, Lars, and Sven stopped immediately, and their movements froze, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

……

Koch reacted the fastest. He quickly smiled, and then pushed the Bender brothers who were blocking the chessboard: "Ozil just told a joke, boss, we have actually been playing chess all morning." He Say it nicely.

"Playing chess?" Carl glanced inside, and sure enough, he saw two messy chessboards.

"Yes, we're actually planning to turn it into a long-term activity. You know, boss, playing chess is much healthier than going out to play." Koch squeezed his brain cells and began to piece together vocabulary: "It has a lot The good thing is that when we play chess, we often have to think farther than our opponents in order to win. It can speed up our thinking speed and judgment, so that when we are on the court, we can..."

Koch glanced at Ozil as he spoke.

Ozil, who has the highest level of chess in the team, immediately continued the conversation fluently: "Playing more chess can enhance our ability to read the game, increase our ability to predict, and make immediate judgments when encountering a pass during a game. Out of the direction. Boss, don’t you often say that? ‘Playing football also requires brains.’”

Just as the four people expected, Carl faced them with a long-lost warm smile on his face.

The excited hearts of several people were pounding, and Sven asked boldly: "Boss, do you know how to play chess?"

Carl nodded: "A little bit."

"Then play a game with Mesut?" Sven pushed Ozil to the seat on the side of the chessboard: "He is the highest level among us."

Carl hesitated for a moment: "Actually, I'm pretty bad at playing chess."

The four of them didn't take it seriously. From their point of view, the boss has such a high IQ and education, so he must be able to play chess very well.Lars also encouraged and said: "Anyway, I'm idle, so why don't you just give it a try, boss?"

"Alright then." Carl sat across from Ozil.

After half an hour.

Carl's cell phone rang suddenly, and he stood up to answer the call.

The four people in the locker room have different expressions, but Ozil's is the ugliest.

Koch shook his head, patted Ozil on the shoulder and said: "Mesut, Mesut, we just want you to have a game with the boss, to impress him more, not to let you beat the boss Kill a piece of armor without leaving."

Ozil cried sadly: "I get excited when I play chess, I can't control it..."

Russ looked at the door: "The boss has been out for four or five minutes. Do you think he left immediately after answering the phone?"

"Could it be possible to come back and say to Mesut, 'Thank you for torturing me so badly, I'm really happy'?" Sven sighed loudly.

At this moment, half of Carl's body suddenly appeared at the door of the locker room: "Hey, the snow hasn't stopped outside, and it's already lunch time. I know there is a great pizza place in the city center, and I would like to try it with me." What? Then I can drive you home."

The four looked at each other and ran towards the door scrambling.

"The boss doesn't seem to be angry at all?"

"He invited us to dinner, I guess he still likes us."

……

"Please take off your clothes and put them in this basket." The assistant director in the studio gestured meaningfully behind him: "The scene we are going to shoot today is a bit special, but you don't need to take off your clothes, just keep your underwear on .”

The assistant was talking non-stop over there. Behind him, in the center of the studio, was a huge plastic swimming pool filled with dark brown chocolate sauce.

The reason Karl knew it was genuine chocolate sauce was because the sweet smell wafted from it almost filled the studio.

The assistant is still explaining the precautions to Carl: "By the way, do you have any obvious trademark patterns on your underwear? If so, I'm afraid you have to change another pair. After all, we can't insert other underwear manufacturers in the chocolate advertisement." The soft advertisement..."

Carl blocked the assistant's words, turned around and cast an extremely gloomy look at Jorge Mendes: "Why didn't you tell me before that I need to strip naked and roll in chocolate sauce in commercials?"

"I don't know either." Mendes pretended to be innocent and said, "It's up to the manufacturer how to shoot the advertisement. Carl, I'm just an agent. After the contract is signed, my work is done."

Mendes is definitely lying, and Carl dared to swear that if the other party didn't know the inside story, he wouldn't have to follow him to shoot commercials today.

And although the other party wasn't arrogant enough to come here with a camera, he had been fiddling with a camera phone with very suspicious movements.

After the assistant finished speaking, he was holding a clothes basket and waiting for Carl to undress.

Karl stood still.

The director even turned on the camera. He was discussing the details of the advertisement with the manufacturer's representative. When he occasionally raised his head and found that Carl was still wrapped in a suit and leather shoes, he couldn't help but walked over and said, "O Mr. Stone, although we have rented this studio for two days, if you keep procrastinating, you will definitely not be able to finish filming the commercial the day after tomorrow."

Carl looked at the director: "Can I have an opinion?"

The director said, "What's your opinion?"

"With all due respect." Carl nodded towards the manufacturer's representative who was walking over, "I don't think swimming in chocolate is a particularly good advertising idea."

The director looked at the manufacturer, and the manufacturer was a little dissatisfied and said, "This is a project from a leading advertising company in London, and we paid a lot of money for it."

The manufacturer's representative was a woman in her 40s. Carl took a step closer to her, looked her in the eyes and whispered, "Would you mind if I show you the effect first?"

The manufacturer's representative nodded in confusion.

Carl suddenly turned around and walked towards Mendez, who was only wearing a shirt and trousers due to the warm temperature in the studio: "Jorge, are you free this afternoon?"

Mendes is taking pictures around the plastic pool: "Want to buy me dinner?"

Carl approached him with a smile on his face: "I want to give you clothes, what brand do you like? Giorgio Armani? Tom Ford? DiorHomme or Westwood"

Mendes was puzzled, and the smile that he was about to watch disappeared from the corner of his mouth: "What are you talking about?"

"I want to ask you for a favor." Carl gently snatched the phone from Mendes with one hand, and pushed it into the plastic pool with the other hand: "Let's see what the effect will be after the advertisement comes out..."

"Karl Alston!" Mendes thumped in the chocolate sauce, angrily wanting to swear, "How dare you sneak up on me, you bastard!"

When Mendes was drowning in the chocolate, and almost poured some into his mouth and nostrils, Carl rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward to fish it out.

Mendez sneezed and wiped his face and hair with his hands, trying to get the ganache off.

He looked really embarrassed at this time, his whole body was covered with chocolate sauce, the black liquid was flowing from top to bottom, it was all over his cheeks, neck and even inside his clothes, and his whole body was emitting With a sweet to greasy taste.

However, no matter whether it is the director, the representative of the manufacturer, or other staff members in this studio, they all have to admit that when a person is covered in chocolate sauce, it really doesn't look very decent...

'This looks like a horror movie. ’ thought a large crowd at the same time, ‘It’s like rolling in mud. '

Carl took off his suit jacket and handed it to Mendez to wipe it off. At the same time, he also held a handkerchief to help him clean the chocolate sauce on his cheek carefully.

When Mendes finally opened his eyes, Carl blinked his poor eyes again and said in a very apologetic tone, "I'm sorry."

Mendez choked back the swear words that Mendez almost blurted out.

The director suddenly ran wildly, waving his arms and yelling at the photographer: "Camera turn, close up those eyes!"

The manufacturer's representative covered his chest and muttered to himself: "He's right, it's really not a good idea to be covered in chocolate, that kind of framing is too sloppy, and it will directly erase the charm of these eyes..."

To be watched by those eyes begging for help would make any man want to scream.

The anger in Mendes' heart faded slightly, and he opened his mouth.

"Shh, don't talk." Carl covered the other's nose with a handkerchief: "The chocolate is still flowing down."

Mendes softened his expression a little more.

Karl gave his acting skills 100 points in his heart.

The studio was quiet, and a smile suddenly appeared on Mendez's face.

Carl frowned, and he stepped back.

Mendes stretched out his liquid-soaked arms and gave Carl an all-around hug: "Old man Carl, let's share our troubles!"