Chapter 38: I didn't keep my mouth shut
"Hub, Cologne's next opponent in the German Cup is Borussia Dortmund, are you feeling unlucky?"
"No, we're drawn from the second box and we can play home."
In the first two rounds of the German Cup, the second box is filled with weaker teams, but they can enjoy the home advantage, as is the case with Cologne, who will play Dortmund at home.
"According to the survey, Cologne fans still prefer the team to focus on the Bundesliga, and returning to the Bundesliga next season is the biggest wish of the fans."
Stevens shrugged.
'It's really contradictory, but it's not possible for me to give up on the German Cup, it's not what a professional team should do, and even if we are eliminated, we will fight until the last second.
Dutchman Berth van Marwijk, the current coach of Dortmund, who took over Dortmund is a hot potato, because of the borrowing money in the past few years, Dortmund's financial situation has deteriorated rapidly, and now it has suffered a financial crisis.
The club knows that results are the most important thing if they want to get out of financial crisis, with the goal of reaching the European competition this season and the aim of reaching at least the semi-finals in the cup competition.
Van Marwijk was more relaxed when he led the team to Cologne, and when facing reporters, he teased the Cologne manager.
"Hubu and I are both Dutch, but only one Dutchman will leave the pitch with a smile in this game."
When asked about Rosicky again, Van Marwijk was alerted that Rosicky's heart was no longer at Dortmund, and that it was an open secret that he had been injured and busy with transfers, but Van Marwijk did not want to continue the conversation that could interfere with the team.
"Thomas's injury isn't healed yet."
"But I've been told that you're strained with Thomas?"
"It's fake news, and we don't have a problem."
"What do you think of your opponents, such as Tang Zhenglong?"
“……”
Van Marwijk laughed, "Are you kidding me?" I only know Podolsky in Cologne, who is Tang Zhenglong? ”
"It seems like an Asian name."
"He's a Chinese player, he's scored goals lately, he's been doing amazingly, and the Cologne fans love him."
Van Marwijk said in an arrogant tone: "I rarely pay attention to the Bundesliga game, let alone the situation of the Chinese players. ”
"Then you should pay attention to it."
"There's no need."
*****
"I rarely pay attention to the Bundesliga, let alone the Chinese players."
"Then you should pay attention to it."
"There's no need."
Inside the team lounge, players are watching the news, and the hottest sports news in recent days has been about the German Cup matches in Cologne and Borussia Dortmund in midweek.
Tang Zhenglong looked at Van Marwijk on TV, and he was very unhappy.
"Are you amazing?"
"You think you're Basten? Cruyff? ”
Svante on the side smiled, "Don, Dortmund is a team that has won the Champions League, as their manager, arrogance is inevitable. ”
"But he upset me."
Tang Zhenglong is fed up with discrimination, why should Chinese players be discriminated against, he used to be very scumbag, so there is nothing to say, but now it is different, he can score goals and help the team win.
"Wait and see, old Dutchman."
*****
In the last public training session before the game, Stevens opened up his training today in order to show that he was fearless, and there was no secret anyway, it was a group confrontation, and it was a fun confrontation.
After the training, the reporter had a lot of questions to ask, but Stevens hid and said he wouldn't say anything.
At this moment, a reporter noticed Tang Zhenglong.
"Don, come and have a few words."
"Don, don't go over." Sfan reminded Tang Zhenglong, "These reporters must be holding back, they want to do things." ”
"Really?" Tang Zhenglong thought to himself: "That's the best." ”
So he trotted over, Svante's face darkened, and he hurried to find the coach, hoping to stop Tang Zhenglong in time, otherwise he didn't know what would happen.
Tang Zhenglong came to the reporters, these reporters were like a treasure, they thought they had come for nothing, Stevens, the old fox, didn't say anything, they were just playing tricks on them.
"Don, will you start in the German Cup?"
"Of course."
"What do you think of Dortmund?"
'I have a lot of respect for the opponents, they are a strong team in the Bundesliga.'
"Then what do you think of the opposing manager?"
Tang Zhenglong paused and said a word that made the reporters present dumbfounded-resentful women.
"Don, are you not good at German? Van Marwijk is male. ”
"I know, but he looks a lot like an old woman."
“……”
"How can you think that?"
"I've been watching the news these days, and all the interviews about him have been complaining about how bad the situation is at the club."
"But Dortmund's situation is really not good right now." Someone said.
"Then he can resign, if he is in the position of head coach, then he should do more and complain less."
"Complaining will solve the club's financial problems? Does complaining make a player better? ”
"Can't!"
"Complaining only makes him look like an old woman."
Burst!
"Rich, there's news."
The reporters are happy, this report is out, and the fans of the two teams are not allowed to fight.
Just as Tang Zhenglong was about to continue to be impassioned, a big hand grabbed his back collar.
"Sorry, we don't give interviews."
"Wait a little longer, let Tang Zhenglong finish."
"Hu Bu, you have no right to interfere with what Tang Zhenglong says."
Stevens smiled slightly, "I'm the head coach, I have the right to control the mouths of my players, and that's the end of today's interview." ”
*****
Internal penalty, cancellation of the starter, substitution, a fine of 2,000 euros.
This is Stevens' punishment of Tang Zhenglong.
Going to the Rhein Energy Stadium, Tang Zhenglong was depressed in his heart.
"My money."
Svante beside him smiled: "Don, why can't you control your mouth?" ”
"Why do Europeans discriminate against Asian players, where do you get your sense of superiority."
Svante was stunned, "I didn't mess with you." ”
"I think I'm right, and if I had to choose again, I'd still do it."
"I think I don't want to put pressure on the players, if I am too arrogant before the game, isn't it a slap in the face if I lose?"
Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.
"My 2,000 euros!"
"Hahaha."
*****
Get off the bus.
Tang Zhenglong found a pair of eyes looking at him with hostile eyes, needless to say those were Dortmund players.
"Look at what you see." Tang Zhenglong thought to himself.
At this moment, a big man two heads taller than Tang Zhenglong walked in front of him, he was Jankoller, who was more than 2 meters tall, and he was also the tallest football player in history.
"You are Tang Zhenglong?"
"Yes!"