From the Country Team To the Rich

  Chapter 226 Football in Prison

  On March 11th, Hoffenheim intensively prepared for the upcoming German Cup.

  From fans to players, everyone feels an urgent emotion.

  This is Dortmund, the top Bundesliga team, and a frequent visitor to the European war.

  For them, this is by far the most powerful enemy of any team they have ever encountered.

  The strength of Dortmund puts them under great psychological pressure.

  The coaching staff conducts tactical deductions day and night, trying to find a way to restrain Dortmund.

  The players are also actively training to keep themselves in the best competitive state.

  And the fans are not idle.

  The system of the German Cup is very powerful for low-level teams. Except for the final stage, the rest of the games will be played at the home courts of low-level teams.

  Even if the opponent is Dortmund, those enthusiastic fans from West**, Hoffenheim fans will not let them presumptuous in their own stadium.

  Hoffenheim is preparing for this game.

  At this time, Mary was wandering around the office building, but she could not find Zhang Xian's voice.

  Finally, Mary came to the secretariat and asked Neumann; "Did you see the director?"

Hey?

  Neumann blinked and said, "Is he out of the office?"

  Looking at Neumann's dazed appearance, Mary shook her head and sighed: "No, I have been looking for him, but he doesn't seem to come to the office building."

  Neumann's eyes lit up and said, "The director is absent from work?"

  Mary said angrily: "He is in charge if he is absent from work. Besides, what can you do if he is absent from work?"

  Neumann felt completely lost immediately, said; "Well, he is the boss."

   After a pause, Neumann was puzzled; "However, Mr. Superintendent never asks for leave or absenteeism. Is there anything lately?"

  Mary shook her head and said, "No, I read his schedule. There are no guests to receive today, and there is no special schedule."

   "That's weird." After Neumann finished, he said: "However, he should appear tomorrow. After all, the old jazz and the general manager of Dortmund will come to watch the game, and he should not be absent."

  Mary nodded and said: "It can only be this way."

  A black car is driving at high speed on a straight highway under a clear sky.

  Zhang Xian drove the car and galloped towards Stuttgart.

  In the co-pilot's place, there was a red plastic bucket lying quietly.

  After a while, the phone jingled.

   Zhang Xian turned on the Bluetooth connection and said, "I will be away for a day, and I will rush back to Filzmo tomorrow before the game."

   "The reception of the old jazz and the general manager of Dortmund will be left to you. Just connect them directly to the podium."

  After explaining the matter, Zhang Xian hung up the phone and turned his eyes to the red plastic bucket of the co-pilot.

  It's been three years in a flash!

  The memory of stepping into Hoffenheim for the first time is still vivid, but unknowingly, three years have passed.

  Stuttgart area, inside a prison.

  In the playground, prisoners are all moving freely.

  Some people play basketball, some people play football, some people gather to chat and fart.

  This is a prison in Stuttgart where light inmates are held. There are basically no wicked thugs here. For this reason, the prison also appears to be exceptionally harmonious.

  For prisoners, what they look forward to most is to step out here and return to a free life.

  A football match is going on in the playground on the right.

   consists of two teams of prisoners respectively, a 5V5 game.

  Although it is a small competition, it is quite professional.

  In addition to the five main candidates, there are three substitutes sitting quietly, and in front of them, there are two head coaches.

  One of the middle-aged men with an inch head yelled toward the court; "Tris, use your body to impact them, you have to rush in like a bull!"

  Following the cue from a man with a short head, a strong man in the court plunged into the opponent's defensive area, forcing others to fight against his body.

   "Yes! That's it, put pressure on them!"

  The football match was lively. In addition to the surrounding prisoners, even the prison guards watched the match with great interest.

  Their eyes focused on the short-headed man many times.

  This is their big celebrity.

  His name is Iwan, and I heard that he was the director of youth training in a club before he went to prison.

  For this reason, the warden personally invited Ivan to serve as the head coach of the Stuttgart prison football team, and won the championship twice in prison internal competitions and other prison joint competitions, and greatly competed for face.

   And Ivan has also become a big celebrity in Stuttgart prison.

  Everyone watched the football game intently. When the strong prisoner forward used his physical strength to push the ball to the goal, cheers broke out across the playground.

  Ivan was even more excited and waving his arms.

  Even in this sinful land, football still brings pure happiness.

  After the game, the strong criminal forward approached Ivan and winked at him; "Ivan, I feel that I can go professional!"

   Hearing this, Ivan laughed blankly and said: "Terrys, you are far from a professional player. You think you are tyrannical physical confrontation. In front of my former club players, you are so cheap that you can't take it."

  Tris rolled up his sleeves in dissatisfaction, showing his strong muscles, and said; "Look, I'm very strong."

  Ivan shrugged; "But if you are not coordinated, your core strength is far from it."

   "No, you can't question me about this. I used to fight with seven beautiful girls all night!" Tris said with pride: "And the results are outstanding!"

  Ivan shook his head again and laughed.

  The two chatted for a while, the free time was over, everyone lined up to eat in the cafeteria.

  On the way to dinner, Tris approached Ivan again and said; "Man, you will be out of prison tomorrow, what are your plans for the future?"

  Ivan said without hesitation: "I want to continue my football career."

  Tris nodded and said: "You are very talented, I am sure, you must be an excellent head coach in the future."

   Hearing this, Ivan waved his hand and smiled bitterly: "That was for you amateur players. In the professional team, I can't be ranked. I should continue to work on youth training."

   "So, which club did you work for before? It's been three years, and you seem to have never mentioned this."

Ivan pursed her mouth and said, "I once hurt her deeply. Even though I didn’t think I was wrong, it still caused a lot of harm to her. I don’t know how to face her, although I really love her."

   "What a complicated logic!" Tris frowned.

   "Yes, it's complicated, and it's bloody!" Ivan said bitterly.

   "But I will still bless you, my friend," Tris said.

  Ivan looked at each other gratefully and said; "Thank you, Tris, if you are ten years younger, I might consider introducing you to the professional team."

   "Oh no!" Tris waved his hand; "I can't do it, I can't be so strict with myself, don't smoke, don't drink, I will be crazy."

  Ivan smiled and said, "I will go out to find a job first. If you are unable to adapt to a suitable job after you come out, you can come to me."

   "No, I won't go to you, you are too boring, I need a stimulating life, and you tend to be stable."

   "Is it safe and secure?" Ivan asked.

   "Not bad." Tris touched his chin and said; "But I prefer a challenging life."

   "So you went to be a thief?"

   "Hey!" Tris shouted dissatisfiedly: "I told you, I was wronged."

   "Who knows!" Ivan smiled and shrugged.

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