The flag of Lazio flew for the first time at the Lion Stadium. This star-studded Serie A powerhouse aroused great curiosity from the people of Tübingen. Even though the Tübingen Youth Club closed the stadium to allow the opponent to adapt to the venue, there were still many fans.
I don't know from what channel it got in.
Lazio coach Mancini looked calmly towards the stands, where several Tübingen fans were trying to unfurl huge banners.
What could it be? Italians go home and eat their milk? Ugly Lazio? Or something else?
Mancini is accustomed to these things. The two Rome derbies every year have already exposed Mancini to many verbal attacks from fans. Compared with the rhetorical methods of Italians, a powerful country in literature and art, Mancini does not think that straight-line Germans will have the same rhetoric.
What a sharper complaint. But this reminded Mancini of the German taxi driver’s famous saying: The speed is not because we are good at technology, but because those with poor technology are killed.
The same goes for football players. It's not that we are big-hearted, it's because we don't play with anything we can't think of.
Unexpectedly, the banner displayed by Tübingen fans actually read: "Willkommen in Tübingen! (Welcome to Tübingen)"
They found that the Lazio players were looking at them, and the fans were jumping up and down and waving. It didn't seem like an insult, but instead it was directed at their own fans?
Are there us Lazio fans in Tübingen? We don’t support the home team and support the visiting team?
Mancini scratched his face, handed over the work at hand to captain Favalli, and walked to the sidelines: "You Tubingen people are so enthusiastic? Aren't we opponents?"
Leonie, who had her long hair tied up, looked back gracefully: "You are an opponent, not necessarily an enemy. Your style of play is gorgeous and your coordination is smooth. Our fans think it is good-looking, so they like you."
The two walked along the sidelines and chatted: "This university town used to be too quiet. Even watching football was like watching an opera. Our fans prefer to regard football as a theatrical performance."
"So, as long as we play well, they don't mind cheering for anyone?" Mancini asked curiously.
"Not entirely. Of course they still lean towards us emotionally, but they don't have any hatred to vent. The professors and homework on the podium are the source of their hatred. They would rather vent their anger into the debate. Football games are more like
It’s a beautiful carnival.”
"So, we, Lazio, are actually regarded as a tenor choir from Italy?" Mancini shook his head: "What a wonderful city."
"Maybe we are developing too fast. This year is the fifth consecutive year we have been promoted. So, a lot of hatred has not yet been formed. Maybe there is a little hatred against Hoffenheim, who competed fiercely with us in the regional league? Who knows?
Anyway, we don’t mind, and neither do our fans.”
"Then your football market...oh, I forgot, Baden is the richest state, right? As long as the game is going well, they are like going to a fashion show?"
Leonie laughed and said: "Maybe? Who knows? Anyway, we have never worried about the football market."
"You guys are really good. I mean you are in a really good situation, unlike us." Mancini shrugged: "The club is in financial crisis. The boss has left and has been replaced by a group of bankers who don't like football at all. They only care about us.
When will we sell a few more players to repay their debts? So far this season, we have basically lost the possibility of competing for the league championship. Our biggest wish is to enter the top four in the league and guarantee qualification for the Champions League next year. And you will
You don’t have to think about it so much.”
Leonie put her hands behind her back: "So..."
Mancini smiled, turned and left.
On Sunday morning, a spring snow came unexpectedly. When Wang Ai and Ozil went to Mr. Kimbos's place to have breakfast, the municipal staff of the small town were working hard to remove the snow.
"It's such a good weather!" Wang Ai sighed after entering the house: "The auspicious snow heralds a good year. This year, the farmer uncle should show a kind smile again."
"Now you finally have an excuse?" Leonie distributed napkins to everyone with a very excited expression.
Mr. Kimbers, who was wearing reading glasses and studying German diligently, looked up at her, and Leonie stuck out her tongue and fell silent.
Everything is left unsaid, and you can experience it by yourself. In this regard, Leonie is still far from a real Chinese, oh, it can be said that she is a cunning Chinese.
At 2:30 in the afternoon, in the referee's room of the Lion Stadium, Manic complained to the UEFA officials about the bad weather in Germany and the lack of snow removal facilities at the Lion Stadium. The UEFA official had to explain to him: The Lion Stadium is
It was newly built for amateur league use, so I didn’t think so much about it. In addition, the weather in Germany is like this. You have to be lucky that your opponent today is not Dynamo Kiev or Lokomotiv Moscow.
At three o'clock sharp, players from both sides lined up in the tunnel. They were all wearing long sleeves and gloves. Some of the older players even added a layer to the inside of their jerseys. The weather was too cold, not only frostbite but also bruises.
Before going on stage, Mr. Jin Bosi patted Wang Ai on the shoulder and solemnly encouraged him: "Bring on your acting skills!"
Ninety minutes later, after a fierce battle, the home team finally ended with a 2:1 victory over the visiting team. During the game, Wang Ai assisted Bai Guanghai and Luo Tongliang scored a goal. The visiting team saved a point at the end of the second half.
At the post-match press conference, Manic shook his head regretfully at the Italian reporter: "It's not that we didn't try our best, it was too cold! You know, I came here with almost the entire main lineup. Unfortunately, the weather in Germany prefers Germany.
Man. The poor turf at the Lions Stadium makes us have to be careful. We are not going well in the league this year and I don't dare to let my players get injured."
The Italian reporter responded with a sympathetic smile. In fact, it is hard to say what he thinks in his heart. Among the five major leagues, the Italians play the most utilitarian and the dirtiest. Everyone knows what the Holy League does. So the Italian reporter has no idea at all.
Strange the result of this game.
Since we couldn't win at home, and the weather was still so bad in the away game, isn't it worth being happy to lose just one goal? Besides, from the perspective of the game, it was quite interesting, even the silly ones who came with the team on the expedition
Lazio fans are also very satisfied.
By nature, Wang Ai certainly doesn't like this kind of secret deal. However, it is better to defeat easily than to go all out to defeat. Lazio is in a difficult situation, and Tubingen is actually hanging on by a thread. The three fronts are working together, and their ambitions are sky-high.
Big, every moment of ease is extremely valuable.
After the game, Wang Ai and Ms. Anna asked for leave again. Ms. Anna smiled and made a request: go back with the book! Although Professor Schmidt had revealed to Wang Ai: the lyrics of "Forever Old" written by him have been regarded as Wang Ai's German literature.
During the course study, important abilities were demonstrated. Take away the music, and this is just a poem. As a city of Holderlin, the University of Tübingen is almost immune to poetry.
However, Wang Ai still obediently boarded the flight to China carrying a large pile of books.
After a week's absence, Wang Ai returned to Haikou covered in German wind and snow.
This chapter has been completed!