Away, the main rivals, the guys at the center of public opinion are clearly in the spotlight.

In a nondescript office in Munihei, Beckenbauer and Ged Müller, the two sat in front of a 120-inch projection screen, looking at the familiar guy in the field. McClay stood to the side, his expression complicated.

He really couldn't figure out what was there about this boy on the screen who didn't know the height of the sky to attract the two legends and make them still pay so much attention after being rejected!

He has seen a lot of so-called genius boys, and he has also seen many examples of rapid decline after being named a genius. The kid in front of him is much worse than Stuttgart star Giovanni Elber, who became popular in the same period, and even Ziegler, who is excellent in the team, can hold this kid down.

What reason is there to be so much to remember the two legends that have shocked the whole of European football?!

Do they really think that this kid can bring back the extinct German free man?

That's a crazy thought, isn't it?

"Rehhagel doesn't seem to be wavering." Gerd Muller spoke first, breaking the ten-minute silence of the trio.

"Yes, he's 58 years old and doesn't have any memories to be proud of." Beckenbauer's voice was slightly hoarse, and if he listened carefully, there seemed to be a kind of ruthlessness in the rush of time.

"You're two months older than me." Gad Mueller smiled and turned his head and looked at the brooding old fellow.

The guy who is your majesty will also miss the time of the past.

"yes, guys who are six years older than us are still full of energy." Beckenbauer didn't look back, leaned back slightly, and relaxed his shoulders for a moment when his back pressed against the chair.

"How sure is he?" Ged Muller hands on chin. Continue to look at him with a smile.

"If you only ask him, you might as well make a phone call and ask directly." Beckenbauer finally turned his head around, and after the corners of his mouth moved, a smile ran out.

"yes. After so many years and so much effort, I have always neglected something. Gerd Muller gently rolled his neck. Turn your gaze to the screen.

"Too deliberate. Perhaps, in the era when the football industry was not so developed, it would not be so utilitarian. Beckenbauer also withdrew his gaze, completely relaxed, and the expression on his smiling face did not change.

"So, you're not going to try that?"

"How many young people under the halo are calm, and how many can remember the original intention of playing football?"

"Haha, it's rare that you talked so much today."

"yes. Rare. ”

The strength of the Freiburg team is not strong, and it can guarantee the current ranking by relying on tenacity. At home to Kaiserslautern, who were also solid defensively, they maintained a great deal of patience.

Defend your back and wait for an opportunity to counterattack.

Playing like this at home can be unpopular, and the final result doesn't necessarily guarantee a victory. If the local media were the same as the Kaiserslautern media, it would have exploded a long time ago.

Kuka on the bench is feeling so emotional.

Since the end of the last away game, he has completely retracted his mind. Even if you have time to play for a few hours. You can also quickly take back your mind after it's over.

The benefits of this were quickly realized.

Distraction during training. After the mind is withdrawn, a high degree of concentration is achieved. In the case that the body did not fall strictly, he soon entered the realm of self-forgetfulness. The level of performance in training has also been seven or eight percent of the past.

Some things are as simple as that.

In front of the threshold, hesitate, linger. Scared, worried

After the threshold, calmly, firmly, calmly. honest

The feeling of deceiving oneself with full knowledge of the consequences is one of the most painful feelings in the world; Not being able to recognize the confusion that you are leading is the biggest stumbling block in moving forward. He successfully crossed the threshold, feeling that from before to now, he was only a second-rate player, and his strength was only second-rate. No matter how high the heart is, there are not enough hole cards to play, and it is just a clown show.

Fortunately, when he was still young, he met the complete opposite of himself in the mirror!

This guy who doesn't take fame and fortune in his eyes and is obsessed with the fun of football itself will never lack topics on him. But he himself is like a free man in Vanity Fair, and he doesn't take the things that the world admires to heart. All the attention seems to be on the black and white elf jumping in front of you.

It would have been nice to have met him earlier

The game seemed tense and intense, but the situation was actually rolling forward slowly in a calm manner.

Both sides were a little too cautious, and in the absence of super individual ability, it was inevitable that the spectacle of the game would be reduced.

The unsightly game was a test of patience for both sides.

After two weeks of injury, Sforza's apparent lack of inspiration for handling the ball has left him a bit of a loss of sharpness in the face of a dense defence.

At the same time, You Mo, who lacked understanding of him, still couldn't find some nodes to cooperate.

The defensive task in this game is not heavy, if the two can spark some sparks, the score will not be 0:0 in the 32nd minute.

Youmo was still active on the field, and because the opponent's midfield was not pressing enough, he added some high pressing in the front court in an effort to make the opponent uncomfortable.

Just when Yiqiē seemed to be unfazed, the time of the test came!

It was a ball in the rush of the opposing player, and the ball that was not kicked in the right position formed an irregular spin and bounced off the ground five or six meters in front of the penalty area.

You Mo was plugged in from behind at high speed, and he had a good timing to start, and he was about to take the initiative in the battle for control of the ball.

The height of the ball is a little uncomfortable, and it is a bounce ball of about one meter. If the opponent doesn't rush up at high speed, he still has time to lift his leg to unload the ball.

Glancing at his opponent, You Mo took the last step, jumped, and prepared to take the first step, using his foot to pick the ball over the opponent's head.

Everyone held their breath at this moment.

At a critical moment when the shot is not scored, it is obvious that there is going to be a fierce physical collision!

The defender who rushed up on the other side was obviously not a reckless man who was good at observing in advance. A guy who wants to get out of the way. Ignoring the possible danger, he directly used a sliding step to rush to the top, trying to push the ball away.

You Mo confirmed the opponent's rush forward after the jump had been completed and his feet were halfway raised.

Anyone else might have gone with it.

I can't hurt myself anyway. Even if it was a foul, such a low height, the situation of the first kick, obviously it would not be a yellow card.

Yumo didn't think so.

In his opinion, as long as there is a glimmer of possibility, there is no need to give up.

He didn't want to hurt anyone, nor did he want to be frightened by the opponent's actions, so he lost control of the ball.

As a result, the muscle power burst out in an instant. Let him poke the ball to the side with his toes before the opponent's head can touch the ball.

Then, with a speed that was so fast that he couldn't see clearly, he closed his feet, gathered his body, and after being knocked to the ground, he quickly got up and regained control of the ball!

"What do you think?" Gerd Müller almost got up from his chair. Holding on to the chair handle, I settled down and sat down slowly. He asked.

"You can see it clearly in slow motion, you're scared?" Beckenbauer spoke slowly, his voice still a little hoarse. "Pour me a glass of water, look at the big man."

McClay woke up in a daze, and hurriedly turned back to pour water.

"What is certain is that this kind of power technique. It's not something we've seen. Gad Mueller came to his senses, turned his head with a smile, and looked at McClay, who was almost burning himself, "Give me a drink too, just cool it." ”

"The action is loose first and then tightened. The muscles contract from slow to fast, and the rhythm changes significantly. Beckenbauer looked at the slow motion again before continuing.

"Is it intentional? Or is it a knee-jerk move? Gerd Müller looked at it just as closely, but the focus was on the state in which Yumo got up quickly after he fell to the ground.

"It's possible, or rather, it's impossible to judge at the moment. It's like I've seen it somewhere. Beckenbauer frowned slightly and looked at the screen.

It was another half-ball, and the Freiburg players were noticeably slower, and just halfway through, the ball was gone. You Mo's No. 38 jersey dangled on the big screen, and he shook his head for a while.

"The opponent is too weak to test this guy's true skills." Gerd Müller sighed for a while and expressed the unfinished meaning for him.

"You mean to arrange a friendly match?" Beckenbauer reached out and took the water that McClay had painstakingly handed over, took a sip, still shaking his head, "I should have said thank you, but it's too hot." Are you confusing the water you gave us? ”

"I want cold water, okay?" Gad Mueller snatched it and winked triumphantly at an embarrassed-looking McClay.

"You have a bad stomach," McClay ignored him, looking at Beckenbauer without saying a word.

"Oh, forgot. It's hot, and the fire is a bit big. ”

"It's a heartfire. Watch this kid go wild on the field. ”

"I haven't seen you for a long time, but you really talk a lot more than before."

"Haha, it's rare to be found by you to watch the game, don't show off, how can you get up and go back and forth?"

Such a conservative tactical choice kept the score at 0:0 in the first half.

Rehhagel's locker room mobilization remained uneventful, and a few words were enough to be answered.

As soon as the boss left, something unexpected happened to Youmo.

"What's the situation? Are you really going to continue? The surprise on Latchenho's face could have made a thriller novel, and his voice was loud and exaggerated.

"German free man! If you can see it in your lifetime, you really have no regrets! Cherry muttered to himself as he walked over to Yumo.

"Wouldn't it be too risky?" Christov sat still, a hint of worry flashing across his face.

"yes, I think it's a bit too risky. After all, if your attack power is limited for a long time, your inspiration will fade! Schronberg glanced at his old partner and agreed.

"Let's listen to the opinions of the parties!" Lineker cleared his throat and stopped his teammates' growing doubts.

"Your concern makes me feel amazing." You Mo waited for his voice to gradually subside before he slowly spoke, "First of all, I am not going for the high reputation of a German-style free man. Second, as you can see, the risks are indeed not small, and I understand them very clearly. Third, if there are too many rules and regulations for a free man to measure, I don't think I can meet them all. Therefore, the so-called German-style free man is just a hat that others have forced on me, and I hope you don't worry too much. ”

Calm words, like a breeze on the banks of the Rhine at the beginning of April, gently come in and go out quietly.

Bring only a breath of spring. (To be continued......)