"Perfect!"

"Perfect!"

"Perfect!"

"I've said a long time ago that Magath has been played by the ball all the time. He can't play football at all, and of course he can't teach people to play football."

At the press conference, Shuster said "perfect" three times in a row, and directly slapped Magath without any affection.

Then he continued to brag, "When I became the interim coach of Frankfurt, I knew I could beat Magath, but I didn't expect it to be a big victory, and that was a big surprise."

"Haha, it's such a wonderful day."

He was almost proud of himself. He was arrogant and was the absolute protagonist at the press conference. Zheng Zhi, who attended the press conference with him, couldn't help laughing while sitting next to him and almost wanted to laugh.

I won one game, and this guy was Long Aotian. If he loses in the future, he will not be stepped on by the media? But Shuster has such a personality. He is not afraid of the world, and he is not afraid of the sky or the earth. He probably loses the game, and he is just as awesome as he is.

“Bainde,”

"Did you guess the result in the next game of hamburger?"

The reporter wanted to get Schuster into the trap.

"Hamburger?"

"I haven't considered them yet. Today is a day of victory. I want to enjoy this day and then start thinking about the game with Hamburg tomorrow."

Schuster is not stupid. Just now, he just stepped on Magath and Bremen in hindsight. The Hamburg game has not been finished yet, so he knows what he won or lost.

"Today's game was the biggest victory in Frankfurt. What do you think is the most critical factor?"

Shuster touched his nose, as if he was addicted to smoking. After thinking about it, he felt humorous.

"It must be Emmantrout who is blessing us...ha, just kidding."

"The most important thing is that the players on the court have firmly implemented my offensive tactical ideas! We just want to score! Goals! Goals! Everyone works hard, I am very happy. I let them discover their offensive potential. Of course, the most important guy is him."

Shuster put his left hand on Zheng Zhi's shoulder.

"If this guy is in Bremen's team, then the one who lost the game today would be Frankfurt."

He suddenly corrected his attitude.

"I have to admit that this guy is a good player, which is far from me, but it is enough to improve Frankfurt. Well, we are a strong team."

"Yes, we are a strong team, Zheng made us stronger, and the players realized this, so we are not afraid of playing Bremen."

"The previous three consecutive defeats were nothing, today is our true strength."

"Are you a strong team?" There was an uproar off the court.

"certainly."

"Wait and see."

"We are the killers of the strong team this season. Just ask Hertha Berlin, Leverkusen and Bayern Munich. We won 5 games in total, and they all accounted for three. Of course, I won't put Magath's team in it, because they are not strong teams at all, so our victory is reasonable."

Bragging King!

The reporters never thought that Shuster would be so bragging, so they simply turned the microphone to Zheng Zhi.

"Zheng, congratulations on playing another perfect match."

"Do you know how many assists this is your season?"

"I don't remember." Zheng Zhi smiled and shook his head.

"The eighth assist, five of which were assists to Yang."

"Oh? So many, I'm really surprised. I feel very happy to be able to assist my teammates, especially the team can win."

"And it's the top assists list."

"The first place is 8?" Zheng Zhi was even more surprised. "The German assist list is so easy to beat?"

"Ha? It's easy to make a comeback? There are already many 8 players. Many midfielders can't get this data in a season. You've only been less than half a season now."

The reporter was confused.

"Most of your assists were given to Yang. How did you develop your tacit understanding?"

"Maybe... are all Chinese. We are in harmony with each other, speak the same language, love the same country, and often train and live together."

"Ahem," Shuster was hung for a while for a long time, a little unaccustomed to it. Then he squeezed his head towards Zheng Zhi, "I would like to remind you that 8 assists are indeed not much. If you don't have 20 assists in a season, I'm embarrassed to say that I play in the midfield, let alone play well and excellently."

Zheng Zhi:...

Reporter:...

According to Schuster, there are few midfielders in this world who can do it.

"Birnd, you haven't done it often before."

"So I never say how powerful I am, but I know others are not as good as mine."

“…”

I really want to kill Shuster, so I basically have to praise myself in disguise every word. I won this game. If I lose, can he be so arrogant? However, reporters like such a controversial guy. There are many hot news topics. Just one Shuster can write several pages of news content.

"This is my high demands on him."

“He can be a great player.”

Schuster rarely serious again.

"Zheng, Bornde has high expectations for you."

"Yes, I will do my best, hoping that one day I won't let him down." Zheng Zhi nodded.

"No, not hope, but must." Shuster interrupted him.

"It's a must!"!

Zheng Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and a light flashed in his eyes.

must!

Schuster expects so much from him!

"I see!"

Perhaps, Shuster not only regards Zheng Zhi as his disciple, but also a kind of inheritance and continuation. His regret in football wants Zheng Zhi to make up for it.

...

"Birnd, I heard that you have a secret agreement with the club. As long as you get another 3 points in the next three games, you can sign a three-year contract with Frankfurt?"

Schuster's face turned black in an instant, "Since it's a secret, how can you know? Is this still a secret? So this is obviously a fabricated news. I have not talked to the club about any future, I just want to lead the team to play these games well."

If he fails, wouldn't he be laughed to death? He won't admit it even if he beats him to death.

"Then have you set a goal for yourself?"

"Of course, we'll keep getting points."

"Tomorrow, I plan to go to the youth team to see some trial players, and maybe add some fresh blood to the first team. After all, some players in the first team are not capable enough to be competent in their positions."

"You mean Frankfurt needs a blood change?"

“Yes, if the players don’t meet our requirements, we have to make changes. Professional football is so cruel.”

Suddenly, Shuster was releasing the signal again. I wonder what the players would think after hearing it...
Chapter completed!