From the Country Team To the Rich

At three o'clock in the afternoon, under the watchful eyes of the audience all over Germany, the camera finally entered this "interesting" German Cup semi-final.

Why do you say 'interesting'!

Because this game is not a so-called strong dialogue, but the attention is very high.

On the one hand, it is Hoffenheim's status as a historical dark horse, and on the other hand, various contradictions and conflicts between fans of both sides have continued to erupt recently.

Although in terms of competitiveness, this game cannot be compared with yesterday's strong dialogue.

But the fun has greatly increased a lot.

Especially Hoffenheim.

In fact, many spectators hope that Hoffenheim can win the game. They want to see a low-level team reach the German Cup final, although the possibility of this is slim.

Even if it's a chicken pecking at each other!

But the atmosphere is not ambiguous at all.

When the screen cut to the home court, the deafening cheers made everyone's eardrums ache.

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

What came into my eyes was a scene of boiling.

One of the most eye-catching is undoubtedly the jersey held high by Hoffenheim fans.

Every Hoffenheim fan holds up the jersey with red spots on a white background. In the recent hype, the audience already knows that it belongs to a team called "Baden Meteor".

This team that should have died in history, no one could have imagined that it would reappear in front of the world in this way fifty years later.

The camera is focused on the 'Albert' Fan Association in the East Stand.

This is a group of elderly people, about a hundred people, and each of them is holding a portrait.

The portraits in black and white were aimed at the court, and their faces were serious, as if to say:

'Old man, did you see that? We have come for revenge! '

In the Koch stand, Hoffenheim's traditional old man TIFO did not appear, and was replaced by an unfamiliar team logo.

This is the badge of the Baden Meteor team.

And seeing this, everyone can clearly feel the significance of this game.

This is the 'Battle of Vengeance! '

"The Eberts have called upon their former comrades-in-arms, a resonance that spans 50 years, the former Baden Meteor and now Hoffenheim, both of which have brought honor to this land !"

The live commentary, Polly's solemn voice, came from the speakers in the dome.

"I think the meaning of this game, I don't need to explain, every Hoffenheim fan can clearly feel it!"

After a pause, Polly suddenly turned grim, and said loudly, "That's right! This is the Battle of Revenge! We will use this match to tell that betrayer how stupid his decision was!!"

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The Hoffenheim fans matched Polly with loud noises.

"This is a battle leading to glory, and it's a battle of revenge!"

"There's no bloody friendship here, we're born enemies!"

"Look well, Frenburg, we'll teach you a hard lesson!"

"In this game, we not only want revenge, but also win. Then..."

"Glory added!"

The fans roared in unison:

Glory added! ——

The boiling Hoffenheim fans roared wildly.

This emotion infects everyone present.

Even those students from junior middle schools felt a rush of electricity and their blood boiled.

They actually joined in, their little faces flushed red, jumping up and down excitedly.

On the rostrum, Zhang Xian couldn't help showing a smile when he witnessed this scene.

"The contradictions among the fans seem to be bigger than we imagined!"

Matthew Richter shook the red wine in his hand and said.

Zhang Xian lit a cigarette and said with a smile: "This is not a bad thing, at least it will promote us to go further in the direction of our mortal enemy!"

The fans of the two teams could never have imagined that the instigator of the mortal enemy they had fostered would get together and communicate peacefully.

"However, I don't feel much hostility from Frenburg!" Zhang Xian said, turning his head and looking directly at Richter.

In other words, old iron, your fans are not strong!

Richter smiled and said, "Please, this is Sinsheim, your base camp. Our fans are not idiots. You will feel it when you come to Rostock!"

Zhang Xian nodded and said, "Then I'll just wait and see!"

 …

At the same time, the last tense pre-war mobilization was also going on in the locker rooms of both sides.

Both teams know what this game is about.

It can be said that fans on both sides hate each other.

If you score in this game, you will definitely be loved by the fans of this team.

For Flenborg, the pressure on them in this game is not too great.

After all, it is a Bundesliga team, and they can't think of a reason to lose.

Hoffenheim, on the other hand, grinned and wanted to overthrow this rival team.

"Defense! Be sure to find your position!"

"It's not me putting pressure on you again, I think you understand the meaning of this game!"

"They are no longer opponents, but enemies!"

"And it is a powerful enemy, we need to use all means to win!"

"In addition to stupid fouls in front of the referee, you can do more tricks! Remember to use all methods to organize their offense!"

Facing Loel Christopher's almost extreme remarks, the Hoffenheim players looked serious.

The derby itself gives the game a special meaning!

All they need to do is win for the home team!

The pre-match mobilization was over, and the two teams came to the player channel to stand.

When Wei Rauch lowered his head and straightened his socks, there was a sudden burst of cynicism.

"Hey, isn't this the football genius of Munich 1900? How can he play in the lower league again?"

Wei Rauch's face darkened, he turned his head to look, and immediately saw a ponytail man winking at him.

Deng Wen Leicester, Flenborg's winger, because of the ponytail hairstyle all the year round, had the ponytail dyed red in a game, and was nicknamed 'Firebird'.

The most important thing is that the two were teammates of the National Youth Team, but the relationship is not very good.

Facing Lester's ridicule, Wei Rauch took a deep breath, and sneered back: "At least I have been to Munich 1900, unlike someone who lowered his salary and no one wants you!"

Hearing this, Deng Wen Lister became furious immediately.

This is his embarrassment, he had a brief contact with Munich 1900, the two sides were very close, but in the end Munich 1900 gave up Leicester.

It would be fine if things ended like this, but the key point is that Leicester actually lowered his salary and licked his face and wanted to enter Munich 1900, but he was still rejected by the other party.

This matter caused quite a joke back then, and this matter was also regarded as a stain by Deng Wen Lister, and has been kept secret.

Now that the wound was taken, he was naturally angry.

Lester was about to explode but was stopped by his teammates. The two of them didn't know what to say. In the end, Lester glared at Wei Rauch and said harshly, "You wait!"

This disappointed Ji An, who was eager to watch the play, and couldn't help muttering; "I can't even quarrel, and I'm still learning to pick things up, what a waste!"

At that moment, Leicester almost exploded in anger!

Lester glared fiercely at Jian, who didn't hesitate at all, and stared back.

And this picture is reflected in almost every player.

The game has not yet started, and the players of the two teams have already smelled of gunpowder in the player channel.

This made the referee in the front row frown slightly. He felt that his whistle-blowing scale should be larger, otherwise the game might get out of control.