I Just Can Score

field.

The youth team is completely passive.

The first team has too many advantages: excellent players, rich experience, more refined tactics, routine play, and more tacit cooperation, and stronger offensive and defensive coverage and pertinence.

wait.

The St. Pauli youth team is not an opponent of the first team at all. The game on the field is one-sided. Most of the time, the youth team just hides in the half-court defense, and most of the occasional counterattacks are intercepted in the midfield.

In such a passive situation, it is too difficult for the frontcourt players to play anything.

Bergman and Flor stood together, watching the game seriously.

Both of them were a little worried.

What worries Flor is that the youth team is too passive. Even against the first team, playing so passively is a bit embarrassing.

Bergmann has more to worry about.

It's no big deal for the first team to gain control of the situation. If they can't play an advantage against the youth team, they might as well stop playing in the professional league.

In the past 20 minutes, the first team had seven shots, two were single-handed shots, one was a long-range shot, three were direct shots from inside the penalty area, and one was a header, of which only one hit the goal frame.

Goals... zero!

Bergman couldn't bear to look directly at this efficiency, and he felt ashamed in front of the youth team.

In addition, the situation is also a problem.

Bergman found that it was not a good idea to conduct training games. The youth team was suppressed too much. Several players recommended by Flor - Kruse, Freberg and Sakho couldn't perform at all.

It can't go on like this!

Bergman simply made a substitution, replacing a few marginal players on the field to weaken the team's offensive ability, but in this way, the ability to score goals in the frontcourt was even worse.

"You must score a goal, otherwise it will be too embarrassing!"

Bergmann thought bitterly.

Bergman did not show any bitterness in his heart. Instead, after completing the substitution, he smiled and said to Flor, "All those who have just played are unable to play, let them go up and try. It is best for the youth team to be able to play." Come out, let me see how those players can perform against our defense..."

Flor also nodded.

The two were talking.

Bergman suddenly looked to one side, pointed his arm and said in surprise, "Over there..."

"...??"

Flor followed and looked over, the anger in his heart rose slowly, and he saw a strange figure appeared among the substitute players——

Zhen Shaolong!

Zhen Shaolong was sitting on the grass like everyone else, but while the others were watching the game, he rested his chin on his hands, tilted his head, closed his eyes, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, looking like he was dreaming.

He fell asleep!

Everyone else is looking forward to playing in the competition, and if they perform well, they will enter the first team. They will naturally feel very excited, and it is impossible to feel sleepy.

Zhen Shaolong was worried about Bergman's revenge, and he had no expectation of playing in the game, let alone entering the first team.

The game on the field doesn't matter.

Then, fell asleep.

Seeing Zhen Shaolong's appearance, Flor almost vomited blood three liters, he couldn't help but want to go over and kick him to let that guy know that the training ground is not a place to sleep.

When Flor was about to practice, Bergman suddenly reminded, "Litman is here."

"Is Litman here?"

Flor immediately turned his head to look over, and the other players around him followed suit. Everyone's eyes were full of gossip.

It was Litman who came.

Litman is the chairman of St. Pauli Club, because he holds more than 80% of the club's shares, he can also be said to be the owner of the club.

Logically speaking, the chairmanship plus holding a majority of the shares,

It is equivalent to completely controlling the club, and it will definitely be very majestic.

Littman is a special case.

Most of the club's coaches, players, and staff have only 'superficial' respect for Litman, but in private they despise his private life, and their eyes are full of gossip.

Because, Littman is gay.

Homosexuality is not prohibited in Germany, and homosexuality is also protected by law, but it does not mean that ordinary people can accept it. When ordinary people hear homosexuality, their reactions are not much different from those in China. They are all curious, wait-and-see, gossip, plus A little bit of discrimination.

Littman has long been used to strange eyes, he ignored the others, and only asked Bergman about the team, "Andreas, I heard that many players have been injured recently, do you want to start from here?" Supplementary personnel for the youth team?"

Bergman nodded and complained, "Winter hasn't arrived yet, and so many people have been injured. In another two months, I'm worried that I won't be able to make up the starting lineup."

"Your idea is right." Littman supported, "It is difficult for the club to spend too much money on winter transfers. Flor has done a good job, and there are many talents in the youth team. I know a name- - Freiberg, many people outside say that Freiberg can play in the first division in the future."

Flor was praised and immediately laughed, "I just do my job well. Frey is indeed a good guy. He may be able to adapt to the intensity of the Bundesliga."

Litman talked with the two of them for a few words, and his expression suddenly became strange. He walked towards the players of the youth team, one after another, and finally stood still.

He stood in front of Zhen Shaolong.

Zhen Shaolong was still asleep, completely unaware that someone was standing in front of him.

Flor was extremely embarrassed for a moment. His own players were sleeping on the field. Doesn't that prove that discipline is lax? You were praised for your good work just now, but you can't leave a bad impression right away.

His mind is spinning fast!

First of all, the embarrassment must be resolved. Waking up Zhen Shaolong is tantamount to admitting a mistake.

This one doesn't work!

Flor suddenly flashed his spirit, and shouted to Zhen Shaolong, "I know you have worked hard in the morning, but this is the training ground! Don't sleep anymore! Hurry up and play the game! Mr. Ritterman is here!"

"Zhen—!!"

Zhen Shaolong was awakened by the shouting, and opened his eyes excitedly.

He was still a little dazed.

Looking around is an unfamiliar stadium, next to the teammates of the team, and then in front of him... This strange guy, why is he staring at him?

Zhen Shaolong stood up, looked Litman up and down, and then said bluntly, "You are weird? Block me! And why..." His face was full of doubts, "It's a bit feminine! Yes! You It's a man's attire, but I can still see that your skin is covered with cosmetics, right?"

"..."

A group of people around were stunned.

Flor covered his cheeks hard, deeply regretting waking Zhen Shaolong up, but the play still had to continue, so he still gritted his teeth and interrupted, "Zhen, what are you doing! Hurry up and get ready for the game!"

"Playing in the game? Me?" Zhen Shaolong pointed at himself, with a look of disbelief, but he said immediately, "Okay, okay, I get it, I'll play now!"

He walked around Littman to the sidelines.

Littman's reaction was very strange. He didn't have the imagined rage on his face, but looked at Zhen Shaolong with strange eyes, and then he walked over and asked, "Do I really look like a woman?"

Zhen Shaolong realized that he seemed to have said too much, he was a little afraid to answer, but he still bite the bullet and said, "I mean it's a bit feminine, more like a woman than an ordinary man..."

Even Bergman covered his face this time.

Litman didn't seem to mind, but instead smiled and said, "Young man, you are very honest, by the way, thank you!" He seemed to be patting the shoulder to express kindness.

Zhen Shaolong looked disgusted.

Without waiting for the replaced teammate to finish, he hurriedly dodged and walked onto the court.