Chapter 9 The World War of Two Villages (Prologue)
Leoni, who served as a temporary assistant coach, replaced Ozil 35 minutes into the first half. The continuous applause and cheers from the sidelines opened the shy heart of the Turkish boy. He waved happily, despite the time
It was a bit short and not enjoyable, but it was the most comfortable game he played.
At halftime, Wang Ai also took himself off the field, because in the last moment of the first half, he assisted Allison to score a goal, leading by six goals at halftime, so he could relax early. Besides, there are still
There are two senior players who were bought and are eager to try out.
The young people in Tubingen are now old, young, old, weak, sick, and disabled. Anyway, it seems that there is no problem in making do with one game. At least their physical fitness can be maintained in a good condition.
"Aren't you going to persuade him?" Leonie said to Ozil, who was staring at the game intently: "He might not be happy about being substituted."
Wang Ai thought for a while and nodded. He should not treat this introverted Turkish boy as an adult. Adult players may not be able to fully understand the love and care of their coach, let alone a boy who lacks communication.
"Mesut, do you really want to continue playing?" Wang Ai sat next to Ozil.
"Ah? Hmm." Ozil hesitated for a moment, then nodded a little dejectedly.
"Are you really stupid?"
"Ah?" Ozil looked at Wang Ai blankly.
"I said if I let you continue to play, regardless of whether you can still play, how many goals will you score in this game? At least seven or eight? Then you know that starting tomorrow in Baden-Württemberg you will
Will you become famous? Then, all the teams will target you. We are an amateur league. Even if someone fouls you maliciously, the state football association can't do anything to him. At most, they will be fined or banned. They don't care at all, right? If it doesn't work, let's find another one.
If the state continues to play football, what will you do? Have you thought about it?"
Wang Ai looked at Ozil who was still stunned and shook his head secretly. No wonder this guy will join the German national team in the future. He is really straight.
"Look why I only play half-time. I'm one year older than you. My physical fitness can last the whole game. But we are too young and our bodies are not mature yet. Once we encounter a flagrant foul, our future state will be very bad."
It's hard to say. You don't want to be famous in Germany's fourth-tier league, right? Besides, we are all technical players now. Once our physical fitness declines too seriously, our skills will easily lose shape, and the value of staying on the court will be reduced.
Lower it, right?”
Ozil still nodded like he was stupid.
"So, for a game like this that we can win for sure, we can just play half-time. The purpose of maintaining our condition and honing our skills has been achieved. If you really want to become famous, such a game is of little value... Okay, what on earth are you doing?
Do you understand?"
Ozil looked confused: "King, you, you, you know, I only started to want to learn German when I was six years old, um, um... How about you say it again... Oh, what you said makes sense! I think
Listen again."
Wang Ai covered his face, it was so damn embarrassing that he actually forgot about this.
Leonie, who was staring at the field intently but secretly pricking up her ears, suppressed a smile. She thought Ozil should be able to understand, but she was deliberately pretending not to understand Wang Ai.
Sure enough, Wang Ai hugged his shoulders and stopped talking. Ozil's expression became much more relaxed, and he even secretly glanced at Wang Ai several times. This guy really did it on purpose.
The match against SV Ravensberg ended in a 6:2 victory. Sure enough, the main sports newspaper in the state reported the match in a small space the next day. Although there was no photo of Ozil, the Tübingen youth
But for the first time, it has officially entered the field of vision of fans in the state. The local tabloids in Tubingen have no moral integrity. If you just read the contents of the newspapers, you would think that the young man with the root cause of the disease is a Bundesliga team.
"Look, after one outstanding performance, you will be the king of the ball in their mouths. If you are not in good condition in the next game, you will be a parallel import immediately. This is the ethics of the media." Wang Ai angrily threw the newspaper on the breakfast table
On the table.
Leonie picked up the newspaper with great interest.
"Hmph!" Wang Ai impatiently pushed another newspaper to Ozil, who was staring at him without saying a word: "Let's take a look, breakfast ball king!"
Ozil grabbed the newspaper and read it with relish.
Putting down the newspaper, a satisfied Ozil was about to have breakfast, but suddenly found that the atmosphere at the breakfast table was a bit strange.
Wang Ai stared at him with a ferocious smile: "You didn't learn German until you were six years old, right? You can't understand German, right? Hehehehe."
Ozil stood up in a panic and was about to run, but Wang Ai grabbed the clothes on his back.
Ozil groaned and was pushed to the ground by Wang Ai. After suppressing it for a while, he finally couldn't help but a series of laughter spread along the floor: "Haha, Wang, don't, haha, I was wrong, I,
I won’t dare next time. Leader Hartman, haha, help!”
Every morning, Ozil will have breakfast with Wang Ai and Leoni. Of course, before breakfast, Wang Ai has completed a physical training around half of the town, covering mountain roads, grasslands, and roads. The three of them in the morning
We went to school together, and Wang Ai would laugh at Ozil every time we were in front of the middle school. At noon, the three of us usually went home to eat. When the family was cooking pork, they would order takeout from a Turkish restaurant for Ozil, otherwise
Just eat together. In the afternoon, Wang Ai trains with the team, and Ozil is still in school. In the evening, Ozil can be liberated. He trains for an hour before the meal, rests for an hour after the meal, or trains with the team as a group, or with Wang Ai.
Ai practices alone.
Ozil's family is relatively poor, so during the critical period of his growth, his physical foundation was not very good. With Wang Ai training about 8 hours a day, Ozil could only last 4 hours.
Any more legs would cramp up. So every night at eight o'clock, the two of them went home to rest for a while. When Wang Ai went out with the ball in his arms to continue practicing in the night, Ozil could only look at Wang Ai's back with envy, and then
He rushed to the computer to chat with Leonie upstairs and downstairs. When he was so anxious, he jumped up and down on the spot to vent his anger, creating some off-site disturbance for Leonie downstairs, and then he was rushed upstairs.
The Lion King beat the shit out of him.
Every day when Wang Ai gets home at ten o'clock at night and continues strength training for half an hour, Ozil has fallen asleep properly. In order to strengthen Ozil's body, Wang Ai increases the size of his three meals a day.
Nutritional proportion. Even Leonie is now following the nutritional diet specially customized for her by Wang Ai, especially after she found that the freckles on her face have faded.
The arrival of Ozil has added great frontcourt attack power and attack methods to the Tübingen youth. Wang Ai is no longer alone. Usually the two of them play half of the game, and when they meet the one at the top of the rankings, they will increase their playing time at the same time.
They even debuted at the same time. Throughout November and December, Tübingen Youth made rapid progress in the Baden-Württemberg State League, going from tenth to third in the rankings, only three points away from Hoffenheim at the top.
difference!
The following December 31, the last day of 2000, is also the last round of the Baden-Württemberg State League. Tübingen will rush to an away game to challenge Hoffenheim. This is the battle for the top spot and determines the 2000 championship.
