From the Country Team To the Rich

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The next day, the crew vehicles were stationed in Hoffenheim.

When some staff members in camera vests were transporting their equipment to the Jurgen Stadium with big bags and small bags, the villagers also ran out curiously to watch the excitement.

When they knew that it was going to be a movie, they became more excited, and some even offered to help.

This time, in addition to filming, we also need to contact players and fans.

When Morsi and Gray arrived on set, they were both stiff.

It’s okay to let them shoot in front of tens of thousands of people, but let them face the camera and talk about their past, and they can’t help stuttering and speechless.

In the end, they decided to write a manuscript and then memorize it.

It took a whole day to get it done.

When Gray and Morsi walked out of the crew, they were in a trance.

"I'd rather run 5,000 meters + shooting training than filming. It's just too painful." Morsi said helplessly.

Gray grinned; "We don't count as filming, at most, it's just a reminiscence speech, but there are really bad enough."

After a pause, Gray suddenly said, "What are your plans?"

Morsi froze for a moment, then seemed to understand what the other party meant, and said with a smile; "Retire this year!"

Gray looked at the other party and said, "So fast?"

Morsi shrugged; "I am 37 years old. I have devoted too much to football. Now I should return to my family. I plan to spend a year with my family and take a good vacation. How about you? "

Gray was silent for a while, and said, "I still want to persist."

Morsi nodded, he knew what Gray wanted, he just wanted to go to the Champions League to have a look, and with the current performance of Hoffenheim, it is very likely to qualify for the Champions League.

"Zarno hasn't given up yet."

"He is the most stubborn, but sometimes we really have to accept our fate, we are too old.

"

At this moment, Morsi suddenly laughed.

Gray didn't understand why; "What are you laughing at?"

Morsi laughed; "I just found it funny, I didn't expect Kira to be the most accomplished among us!"

Gray thought of the player from the Newcastle Warriors, the physical monster, the guy who only knew how to run.

At that time, they often ridiculed Kira's rough skills, but rough has its advantages. At least he stayed well under Christopher, and achieved the semi-finals at Sporting Porto. This year, he is preparing to hit the Champions League.

"There are really not many people left!" Gray suddenly said with emotion; "Wei Rauch is also planning to retire this year, Azoko will not be able to play the main force, Silva was replaced this year, the first batch of Hoffenheim The players are gradually leaving here."

"This is probably our mission!" After Morsi finished speaking, he suddenly smiled bitterly; "No! It should be your mission, I left too early."

Gray suddenly patted the opponent on the back fiercely, and said: "Hey! Dude, anyone would have done this at the time. After all, you have lived up to your career. You have seen the top scenery. This enough."

Morsi smiled, nodded and said, "That's why I envy Leo and those brats."

"They are the key to the rise of Hoffenheim. We have been helping them pave the way so that they can get exercise in the best environment. I believe that Hoffenheim will have an extremely bright experience in the future."

Morsi patted Gray and said, "Today the club will give us a day off, let's go and have a few drinks at Lawrence's?"

"Drinking?" Gray was a little apprehensive, what if he was caught?

Morsi laughed; "Hey, who cares about us, we are almost retiring, and we don't have the turn of the main players."

Hearing this, Gray couldn't help but smiled and said, "Let's go!"

 …

Ten minutes later, Gray and Morsi stood awkwardly at the door of the bar.

The two looked at each other and saw the panic in each other's eyes.

There is only one reason.

On the bar in front of them sat a black-haired man.

They can recognize each other just by looking at their backs.

Zhang Xian drank a glass of wine, looked down at his watch, and said, "If I remember correctly, there is training today."

Gray hurriedly said; "The club gave us a vacation, let us cooperate with the crew."

Only then did Zhang Xian think of it, he couldn't help but nodded slightly, and said, "Come here and do it."

Forehead....

The two looked at each other again, and walked over boldly.

The two sat on either side of Zhang Xian, one on the left and the other on the right, looking particularly reserved.

Lawrence dragged his chin, looked at the scene with interest, and teased aloud; "You two, what would you like to drink? Dark beer or red wine?"

Gray glared at Lawrence fiercely, and said loudly: "We are thirsty, drink some water!"

Morsi on the side also nodded pretendingly; "We are really thirsty."

Lawrence raised his eyebrows and joked; "Do you really drink water?"

"That's right!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the two finished speaking, Zhang Xian suddenly said, "Give them two glasses of beer, and I'll pay them."

Hearing this, the three of them looked at Zhang Xian in surprise.

Zhang Xian waved his hand and said, "Drink, I won't tell Steven."

Gray and Morsi exchanged glances.

drink?

At this time, Lawrence had already handed the beer to the two of them, and immediately looked at Zhang Xian and said with a smile; "The general manager who encourages the players to drink, you should be the first."

"The situation is different, and even if they don't drink alcohol, their bodies don't have much energy." Zhang Xian said truthfully.

Gray grinned at Morsi, feeling prickly.

Lawrence glanced at the three of them, and suddenly said, "I'm here today, just so I have a question."

No one said anything.

Lawrence stared at Zhang Xian and said, "Before, you drove away Schneider Bach really because he was a cancer?"

Hearing this, Gray and Morsi also looked at Zhang Xian.

In fact, they have always been curious about this question.

After all, Zhang Xian's method of driving away Schneider Bach was ruthless, which shocked many people.

Zhang Xian took a sip of his wine and said, "Yes and no!"

"What's the meaning?"

All three looked over curiously.

Zhang Xiandao; "He has to go. The cancer problem is one aspect, but on the other hand he has too much power in the locker room and oppresses too many players, so he has to go. But more importantly, that guy is an uneasy person." I admit that he has a certain talent, and if he trains hard, he may not be able to become an outstanding star, but he conflicts with my interests, so I will drive him away."

Lawrence grinned; "So, you still want to drive him away, right?"

Zhang Xian said without hesitation; "Yes!"

Lawrence said helplessly; "Is that how you admit it?"

"Is there any problem?" Zhang Xian shrugged; "It's been so long, how much influence does he still have here? Morsi, Gray, Bob, Leo, none of them are more popular than him."

After a pause, Zhang Xian smiled and said, "Besides, do you still miss him?"

Forehead....

Lawrence shook his head helplessly.

think?

Think shit!

It is estimated that many people have forgotten that Hoffenheim once had such a number one person.

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