To the fans, to the book friends, to the quality of my book friends who are not fans but are my book friends, my first deacon

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The salad plate for the 2011-12 Bundesliga winner belongs to Borussia Dortmund. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, long before the five rounds of the league, there was no suspense about this belonging, the German Football Association officially gave the salad plate to the Dort club for the first time, and Klopp also led the disciples to a grand parade and celebration in the city.

Compared to his teammates who had already won the championship last season, Qin Goode was the newcomer who really touched the championship for the first time, and he had studied this plate for a long time with a shape that was not suitable for lifting, and he didn't know what kind of material this thing was made of.

The entire city of Dortmund has long been a sea of joy, and the yellow-black waves of people reminded Qin Goodall of the Cartbus fans, only this time the waves rushing towards him were bigger, higher, and more violent, and the sound was more deafening and resounding through the clouds.

"Jurgen!"

"Chinese God!"

"Captain Sebastian!"

"Marco I love you!"

"Roman!"

Hornets fans shouted out the names of coaches and players, but the name they once loved was missing.

Mario.

Although still recovering from injury, Gotze was not absent from the celebration, but he consciously stayed alone at the end of the bus, with several fringe players and the team's massage therapist.

He couldn't help but clench his fists as he looked at Jurgen Klopp, who was being cheered by the fans, and the supercore of the current team.

His eyes were still bright and clear, but there seemed to be a faint layer of mist.

The mist only lasted for a short time before it dissipated again.

Bayern Munich ...... That's where he's been longing for since he was a kid, and he's been waiting too long for this transfer.

What's more, he did not take any unprofessional means to force the club to agree to his transfer.

There was no boycott of training, no threatening announcements, no unauthorized stabbing to the media, and he even refused to be interviewed directly by the media.

At 30 million euros, this offer is worthy of his performance at Dort.

Not to mention...... Borussia Dortmund have found their perfect replacement.

They don't need themselves anymore.

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"Jurgen!"

"Jurgen!"

"Jurgen!"

A fan leader shouted the manager's name over a loudspeaker, and he gathered a large number of his companions as if premeditated, and each shout was cheered on.

Klopp responded to him with a smile: "Rod, I know it's you!" ”

It was the leader of Dortmund's biggest fan group, and Klopp was already quite familiar with him.

"The salad plate is already available!" Rhodes's voice echoed over Porceis Square, every word was clearly audible, "You know what we want?!" ”

Klopp raised his arms in the air and replied word by word to the most die-hard fan: "Two weeks later! It's still here! Let's celebrate! I swear! ”

His voice thundered over the city of Dortmund.

"I'm going to win the Triple Crown!"

"Triple crown!"

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The day after this grand celebration, the Dortmund players, who had a morning rest, were surprised to find that this afternoon's training session had been changed to a touring ......

They were told to change into plain casual clothes and ride on the team's bus, as if they were playing an away game, and even Gotze and Subotic, who were still recovering from injuries, were stuffed into the bus.

And it's not just them, in another minibus, including the club's president Watzke, manager Zorke, and other high-level executives, are also driving towards the same destination with them.

In addition to this, there is even a media interview van that follows them.

The convoy drove slowly along the city's main thoroughfare, but instead of a visiting stadium or a suburban scenic spot, it was a public hospital.

"Listen to me, gentlemen." Fritz Linschermann, the team's principal, explained to the players on the bus, "The fan group contacted the club and there was a 9-year-old fan who was diagnosed with a brain tumor three days ago and is likely to continue to deteriorate, and the family is one of our most die-hard fans, so I hope you will give him the courage to survive and encourage him to continue the fight against the disease." ”

"That's what we're supposed to do, Fritz." Captain Kyle was the first to respond.

"Mario," Linsherman's gaze fell on Gotze beside Royce, "this kid's former idol is you, remember to talk to him more." ”

Gotze tilted his face slightly, but his gaze drooped.

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It's a very civilian hospital, but because it's public, a lot of patients come to see it - because the reimbursement rate is much larger, and the cost of medical treatment is cheaper.

Among these patients, of course, there will be no shortage of Dort fans, and after seeing Klopp and his party, the hospital suddenly became more lively.

Jurgen Klopp and the players were sorry to refuse the fans' requests for photos and autographs, and the accompanying staff, with the assistance of the hospital, gave them a brief explanation before the group arrived at their destination.

"Jens is very weak," the hospital nurse whispered to Jurgen Klopp and the big five players behind him, "please don't disturb his rest." ”

"No, Jens will be pleased." The patient's father, Schmidt-Pascal, shook his head slightly.

The young father's face was tired, but he still smiled at the visiting guests: "Thank you for coming." ”

"That's what we're supposed to do, Schmidt." It was manager Jurgen Klopp who responded to him on behalf of the team – after all, a fan might not pay attention to club managers like Schwarz and Zolke.

Of course, no one introduced them specifically, and these bigwigs were not so hypocritical as to have to "shake hands cordially, greet him warmly, talk on his knees, understand his difficulties and sufferings, and finally encourage him to be strong in the face of life's ......"

The door to the ward was gently pushed open, revealing Schmidt's son and bedside wife, as well as an unignominiable yellow-black hue.

On the wall of the snow-white ward hung a small Dort home jersey with the number 11 of Götze.

The small ward didn't accommodate too many visitors, so only Klopp walked in with Kyle, Chinggood, Gotze and a few key players, while Schwartz and Zolke had to wait outside.

"Jens, see who's coming to see you?" Schmidt called out softly to his son, his eyes full of love and pity.

The 9-year-old boy slowly lifted his upper body with the support of his mother, and Qin Gude saw his face clearly.

This is a very beautiful German child with thick eyebrows and big eyes, whose eyes should have been full of vitality have lost their luster due to illness, thin lips without much blood, and a small face as bleak as white paper.

However, when he saw Klopp, his eyes suddenly lit up like candles with a wick.

"Coach, coach......" His voice was trembling, but it was more like crying.

Klopp bent down and gently pressed the little boy's head against his cheek: "Call me Jurgen, Jens, and we've come to see you." ”

Jens let out a sobbing sound, and he raised his arms tremblingly and hugged the stubble-faced uncle's head tightly.

There was a brief silence in the ward, and no one broke the silence at this time.

Klopp even felt a little sore in his neck, but the 9-year-old didn't let go - he was afraid that if he let go, the not handsome uncle might disappear and his dreams shattered.

"Tell me, coach," Jens finally let go of his hands as he snorted and looked seriously at the Dortmund manager, "can we win against Chelsea?" ”

Klopp gave him a gentle kiss on the top of his head, slowly straightened his waist, and pointed to the salad plate in Kyle's hand: "I'll move the other two championship trophies to this house, like this salad plate." ”

"I swear."

Jens burst into tears and laughed, and the fire in his eyes grew stronger.

Kyle and Weidenfeller stepped forward in turn, neither of them good at inspiring men, but a gentle touch could make the little boy shiver.

Qin Gude stepped forward the third, and he gently stroked the little boy's somewhat damp forehead: "Jens, come on, we are with you." ”

Jens's eyes rolled and he looked at him with a smile: "Is this what the Chinese God said?" ”

"That's right," although he was not religious, Qin Gude still learned to kiss his teammates on his forehead, "The Chinese God is with you, you can overcome any illness, just as I can defeat any opponent." ”

Gotze hesitated for a long time, and finally walked up.

"Mario, I'm your fan," Jens looked at him with a smile, "I've been a fan of yours since your first first first appearance!" ”

Götze slowly knelt on the floor in front of the bed, a little afraid to look at the seriously ill child who was still laughing.

"My classmates all said you were a traitor and they tore off your jersey, but I will definitely take it with me."

"I understand your choice, you have loved Bayern Munich since you were a child, just like I have loved Dortmund since I was a child, from life to death, never change."

After exiting the room, Klopp clenched his fists and said a word to his disciples.

"Boys, we have no reason to fail!" (To be continued.) )