Before heading to South Africa, Germany played two warm-up matches against Hungary and Bosnia and Herzegovina.

The opponent's strength is not strong, and it is obviously more out of actual combat considerations for practicing techniques and tactics.

In both games, the German team won comfortably and showed good competitive form.

In fact, the fitness of German players is generally better than that of teams in other leagues.

The reason is also very simple, there are only 18 teams in the Bundesliga, and the league alone is 4 rounds less than other leagues.

For example, the English players are very tired, and it is the FA Cup and the League Cup, and the domestic cup competition alone is about to toss them to death, and there is no winter break, and the iron man can't stand it after a season.

After two warm-up matches, the German team flew to South Africa to officially start the World Cup journey in South Africa.

"It turns out that South Africa is also very good!"

"So many white people!"

"I thought South Africa was a poor country in Africa!"

"At the time, I wondered how South Africa had become a host through the FIFA inspection!"

"I even thought there was some shady and scandal in here."

"Interesting, don't you mean?"

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got off the plane and took the bus to the hotel, all the way, Muller kept chirping beside Ye Feng, and his mouth couldn't stop at all.

"Tell me what else is in your head besides soccer balls and Lisa?" Ye Feng said angrily.

"I'm not good at physics, can't you be gentle with me?" Mueller pretended to be shy.

"Geography! I repeat, that's geography! "Ye Feng is going crazy, I really don't know how Lisa can tolerate such a second-class goods.

You know, just now on the plane, Ye Feng fell asleep, and Muller actually sprinkled a little water on Ye Feng's chest, and when Ye Feng woke up, he told Ye Feng, "This is your saliva!" ”。

At that time, Ye Feng was embarrassed.

If it weren't for Cross's secret informant later, Ye Feng would have thought that he had a stroke and had a crooked mouth.

"I'll tell Mr. Heynckes in a moment that I'm not going to share a room with you." Ye Feng snorted.

After Mueller listened, his expression instantly lit up.

"That's great, I'm afraid you'll pounce on my bed at night!" Muller began to vomit, "God knows what you experienced at Schalke 04, I guess it was ruined by the unreliable guys of the miners." ”

Then, there is no then.

Muller was beaten up by four miners, Hevedes, Westerman, Kuranyi and Neuer, who was so beaten that Lisa couldn't even recognize him.

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The final preparations took place in Durban, the venue of Germany's first match against Australia.

Before the official start of the World Cup, Ye Feng was interviewed by German national television in the base where the German team stayed.

The host is a beauty, but it is not the type that Ye Feng likes, so Ye Feng will never show his pig brother like the guys who were interviewed before.

"It's a pleasure to be able to sit across from you and interview you!" After the amorous opening remarks, the hostess said to Ye Feng with a smile.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, "Actually, I don't mind if you sit next to me for an interview!" ”

The hostess was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "It seems that the rumors are really true, you must be very good at the nightclub!" ”

Ye Feng laughed, "There is definitely this possibility, although I haven't been to a nightclub once, but if I have the opportunity to go, like you said, I must eat very well." ”

The smile on the hostess's face disappeared most of the time on the spot, and she already wanted to scold her mother.

Why do you even say you haven't been to a nightclub once?

Ma Dan, do you want to say that it is your twin brother or brother who goes to the nightclub?

She has done so many shows and interviewed so many players, she feels that Ye Feng must be the most shameless one among them, and it is likely that there is no one.

"That's a pity, if you have the chance, you can go to the nightclub and have a look!" The hostess gritted her teeth.

"Oh, by the way, what questions do you want to ask me? I'm not going to answer if it's too personal! Ye Feng didn't care if the hostess was happy or not.

The hostess adjusted slightly, and his excellent professionalism allowed him to finally recover.

"Mr. Ye Feng, what are your expectations for the German team's trip to the World Cup? Quarterfinals? Reaching the Final Four? Or finally lift the Hercules Cup? ”

Ye Feng rolled his eyes, this question was simply too idiotic.

If not why champions, what are we here for?

Do you think our goal is to "score a goal, score a point, win a game"?

"We don't really have any goals, we come to the competition with a learning attitude, as long as we can accumulate experience, even if it's worth the trip, as for the results, it doesn't matter!" Ye Feng had already decided not to cooperate with the hostess's interview anymore, so he officially began to talk nonsense.

"What? You're kidding? The hostess never thought that Ye Feng would give such an answer, "They all say that your goal is only the champion!" ”

"You know the goal is the champion, you still ask?" Ye Feng asked angrily.

If it weren't for the professionalism of the hostess, I'm afraid she would have to go on the spot.

"So, how many goals do you want you to score in the World Cup? Got an idea for the World Cup Golden Boot? After the hostess calmed down, she continued to ask questions.

Ye Feng is very willing to answer this question, or in other words, even if there is no host to ask questions, he will bring up this topic.

'I don't think about scoring, winning is my goal, it doesn't matter if I score or not!' Ye Feng replied very modestly and low-key.

The hostess is really going to collapse.

Since the second half of last season, Ye Feng has always emphasized that he does not compete for the Golden Boot and does not care about the Golden Boot, but in the end, he won the Golden Boot, and there is no more duplicitous than him.

And now, Ye Feng actually uses this routine again!

Wouldn't you just change your tricks?

"Yes, you don't fight for the Golden Boot, and then the Golden Boot falls on your head, doesn't it?" The hostess laughed angrily.

Ye Feng scratched his head, he didn't expect his mind to be seen through, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

But it doesn't matter, a dead duck has a hard mouth, and if you don't admit it, you just don't admit it.

As for Ye Feng's true thoughts in his heart, in fact, only he knows.

"Madan, the Bundesliga Golden Boot has been won, so why can't you win the World Cup Golden Boot?"

In the tactical system of the German team, Ye Feng's long-range shooting is a very important link, as long as Barak compresses the impact and flattens the opponent's defense, then the power of Ye Feng's heavy artillery can be maximized, and the goal will naturally come naturally.

What's more, the heavy artillery brushed the goal on the weak team, which is really the sharpest.

If you play well, you may be able to lock in the Golden Boot in the group stage!

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