From the Country Team To the Rich

"I know what my problem is. I can't bring more impact to the team."

Rudimode was outspoken, which surprised Steven slightly.

After all, very few people can face the problems they are facing so bluntly, and they usually ignore them selectively, and Ludimod is obviously not one of them.

"You are looking for a more offensive midfielder, and that person is obviously not me." Rudy Mode said; "You are looking for a change, and the center of that change is me!"

Steven didn't speak, and every word of Ludimod hit the nail on the head.

This rendered his already prepared rhetoric useless.

Ludimod looked directly at Habr on the opposite side; "Younger, more impactful, and more aggressive, this is the midfielder in your mind."

Hubbard frowned slightly, and he felt the resentment in Rudimod's tone.

"So, what's your decision?" Steven wasn't waiting, he wanted a showdown.

Ludimod was silent suddenly, his expression was extremely gloomy...

The atmosphere in the office dropped to freezing point.

At this time, Habr suddenly said: "There is no need to seek changes, we can maintain the original state!"

The sudden sentence made both Steven and Rudimod look up in surprise.

Ludimod looked at Habr unexpectedly, only to see the other party seriously; "I know you don't want to give up your core position, and forcing it will only make your state worse. I don't want this to happen. I want to win more than the so-called more important position!"

"This season, we will play in the Champions League. This is our first Champions League. I want to play every game well."

"The opponents in the Champions League are stronger than any opponents we have faced before!"

"There are major giants from the five major leagues there. Facing these opponents, we can only go all out, and any slightest problem will be infinitely magnified!"

"But because of that, we have to come together."

Huber said seriously: "I want to win!"

One sentence made Rudimod purse his lips slightly,

There were some ups and downs in his heart.

want to win!

This is the most fundamental question for every player.

In football, winning is the key!

Rudimode is not.

But at some point, he began to gradually forget this feeling.

In the luxury of luxuries and money with a generous salary, he gradually lost himself.

In fact, the first Ludimod was also so simple.

In order to win, he wants to take on a more important position.

In order to win, he worked hard.

It has been a long time since I came to Hoffenheim.

He saw Wei Rauch's lonely back when he left here.

I have seen the old captain Gray's desire for the game and his declining state.

He thought these things were far away from him.

But the reality told him that everything came so suddenly.

He has to admit that his physical condition has been declining since last season, and he can't even maintain a full concentration state for 90 minutes. Sometimes he needs Habr to help him share the pressure.

These are all manifestations of declining state and physical fitness.

And in this case, he is still clinging to the core position, what is this? The last fig leaf?

Steven stopped talking, and Huber continued; "Actually, we played well last season, and I can also share the pressure of midfield organization, just like we did before. This is not a conflict."

"Leave the offense to me, how about you organize in the back and perform your own duties?" Huber smiled and stretched out his hand.

Ludimod looked at the other party with a complicated face, and said, "You don't want the core position?"

"I want to!" Habr finished without hesitation, and added; "But I want to win more!"

Ludimod took a deep look at Habr, and looked at the other's serious expression, he suddenly sighed; "Okay, you won!"

Ludimod turned to Steven and said, "Sir, I agree, and I am willing to hand over the right to organize."

Steven was silent for a while, and said, "Can you tell me the reason?"

"It's very simple!" Ludimod laughed: "I want to win too! And he can make me win!"

"However, I need a guarantee! I have lost the No. 10 jersey and the right to organize. I don't want to lose the starting position further."

In this regard, Steven laughed; "We still need you!"

One sentence made Rudimod laugh again.

He nodded and said, "Then I have no problem."

After speaking, Ludimod turned his head and left.

Looking at Ludimod's somewhat disappointed back, Habr was puzzled and said, "I've already said that I can help him!"

In this regard, Steven said; "Some people are proud, you can let him make his own choice, but don't force him, just like Ludi Moder, he was a player who served as the core midfielder of the Red Factory , he has his own pride, out of respect, we also need to let him make this decision himself!"

Habr shook his head and said, "I don't understand!"

Steven looked at his lover softly, and said, "You will understand in the future."

"Future? How long?"

Steven raised his head slightly, his eyes seemed to push through the fog, looked at that bright and glorious era, and murmured, "It won't be too far away!"

 …

The next day, at the Hoffenheim training ground.

The starting main guards were lying on the ground one by one like dead dogs.

They gasped violently, their chests heaved, and God knows what they've been through for the past half hour.

Silva was lying on the ground, and he looked at the teenagers on the other side with an almost frightened expression.

In the past half an hour, only they understood how much threat these six teenagers brought to them.

That kind of continuous attack like a tide, that kind of extremely aggressive impact consumes their physical energy again and again.

Especially for a veteran like Silva, facing these six teenagers is like encountering a ghost.

He never thought that Hoffenheim would be able to play this offensive mode one day.

In the past, when Ludimod controlled the midfield, although Hoffenheim's offense played well, it was always a bit procrastinated.

But since Habbr took control of the midfield, everything has changed.

radical! brave! extreme! Full of impact!

Coupled with six talented teenagers who can pass and shoot suddenly, this is simply the nightmare of every defense line.

"Why don't you help the left wing, don't you know how difficult Leo is?"

Young Ross Griman propped up his knees, sweat pouring down like rain.

Tidal turned his head and scolded; "Don't care about the right wing, you can still run, Silva can't run at all, and Ravens is so easy to defend?"

Ross Griman said helplessly; "It would be great if it was replaced by Piani, that guy's defense is very good."

"Too much!" Silva said angrily, "I'm listening!"

After finishing speaking, he said with emotion; "So, how do we guard against them?"

When a problem arises, everyone looks at each other in blank dismay.

At this time, Fan Chenggong suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "Why do you think so much? They are our teammates, not opponents!"

The tense atmosphere suddenly dissipated, and Tidal scolded with a smile; "Is there any hope, but... please allow me to pay a moment of silence for this season's opponent!"