With a tight schedule, Worrall didn't dare to give his players too much time to rest, and staying fit and healthy became a top priority. However, on the training ground, he didn't rush to toss too much exercise. He is now unhappy with two injuries, Kovac is uncertain about his return and Beinrich is ending the season early. There's another guy that worries him, and that's Michael Ballack, who was tackled by Pep Guardiola in the final moments of the game against Barcelona and will be re-examined soon this morning.

Worrall waited anxiously in his office, wondering what the future would hold.

The German Cup is just around the corner, will it be played with the main force, or with the semi-main force? Or is it a substitute? He couldn't make up his mind. Even if Barak would return soon, he wouldn't be able to use Barak right away.

The main team members can't get hurt anymore!

At this juncture, he has to be careful with his players.

But the German Cup is only one game away from reaching the final, and he is reluctant.

What to do

What to do?

If it were Daum, what choice would he have? He rang out the ...... of his predecessor Daum

Fatty, what will the fat man think?

Realizing that he couldn't sit still, he grabbed the phone at his desk and called Kalmond.

"Fatty,"

"I need to discuss something with you, are you in the office?"

"Such a coincidence? I have something to discuss with you. ”

Worrall then went to Carlmond's office. But he just happened to see someone he didn't want to see coming out of it.

Jurgen Klopp. With messy hair and a scummy beard, Worrall doesn't like it no matter how he looks at it, and the people he doesn't like, whether it's the way they dress or the way they speak, they just hate it.

Now, he's finally gone.

That's nice!

"You speak first," Calmond wiped the sweat from his forehead with a napkin, glancing at Worrall.

"He's gone?"

"Yes, gone." Carmund sat back down, "I know you two don't like each other, but this guy is still very talented, he did a good job in the Under-11s, but now he is from Borussia Dortmund, and they call him the Under-19s. ”

"Oh."

Worrall snorted, not wanting to talk about him anymore.

"German Cup, I want to be on the bench."

"Substitute?"

Kalmond pulled out another tissue and wiped his sweat.

"Rudy,"

"We're just one step away from reaching the final."

"I don't think that's good."

"The fans want us to go to the final, they want to win the championship, any title is extremely important, it's not good to lose any of them."

Carlmond's mind is clear, he wants the title and the fans want it, even if it's just a German Cup winner.

"We only have one German Cup winner."

"I know." Worrall nodded, "I just wanted to ask you, if losing more players as a result would pose a huge threat to our league and Champions League, would you be willing to do the same?" ”

"This ......," Calmond froze, he really hadn't thought about it.

"Michael is down, Robert is down, Stefan is down, I don't know who the fourth guy is down, maybe, Ronaldinho? Zheng? ”

……

Kalmond's face became more and more ugly, "Rudy, don't you scare me?" ”

"They're fine now."

"They won't get hurt."

"But what if?"

"I'm just saying just in case."

"If I go to the German Cup with the main players, I don't have to bear all the consequences, right?"

Carl Mund: "......"

There was silence for a few seconds, "These questions are just too difficult to answer. ”

"But we have to chase the championship, right? We can't say goodbye to the champion, can we? What if we gave up because we were afraid of injury? Wouldn't that be sad? ”

"Because we're scared, so we give up?"

"No, it can't be like that." Calmond waved his hand, already convinced.

"Rudy, don't worry, I'm the manager, all the responsibility is on me, so you can do it boldly, we can't give up any front, that's not what our club is about."

"The German Cup, the league championship, the Champions Cup ......"

"Fight for it."

"Well, with your words, I'm relieved. I know how to do it. Worrall nodded.

"So, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Worrall asked rhetorically.

"Rudy,"

"The president of the German Football Association called me just now."

"We talked for a little while,"

"About you."

"Me?" Worrall frowned slightly, "I haven't caused any trouble lately. ”

"No, it's not."

"The DFB wants to say that you will be the manager of the German national team, after this summer."

"Huh?" Worrall's jaw almost dropped.

This news is too shocking, the German Football Association wants him to be the head coach of the national team? It turned out to be Daum's, but Daum took drugs, then bye-bye, and now the DFB is targeting him.

German national team manager Eritz Riebeck has made it clear to the media that he will not remain as the manager of the German team after this summer, and he will choose to leave the team no matter what results are achieved in the Netherlands European Championship this summer.

"I don't have a problem with that."

"It's mostly up to you." The fat man is very calm. To be the head coach of the German team is certainly a better stage than at the club, and he is unlikely to stop Worrall's future.

"Let's talk about it, wait until the summer is over."

Worrall held back his excitement and put his mind back, leading Leverkusen to create a miracle is the first task.

"It's nothing, I'm going to the training ground."

……

……

When he returned to the training ground, he also got Ballack's review report.

"Ah, damn ankles again!"

Worrall threw the report to the ground, furious.

"Fool Guardiola!"

He scolded Guardiola again.

Well, Ballack will be out for at least a month due to injury, so thank goodness he was able to make it to the final game.

Ballack is not there, he has to change the formation, without a strong all-round midfielder, the team's attacking power will definitely drop, and even the scoring points will be reduced.

On the same day, he began to change formations and re-operate the 442 formation. Link and Buldaric became his new favourites, and the two men took turns partnering with Kirsten.

There wasn't much time left for him, because in two days' time, the German Cup was coming.

Although Dortmund is no longer the Dortmund of previous years, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and it is impossible to look down on.

On Saturday afternoon, the Dortmund army arrived, and captain Lehmann fired again. In front of the reporter of "Kicker", he said viciously:

"We're going to let them taste failure,"

"We're going to fix them hard,"

"Michael is down, and then we're going to let the rest of them go down, not only to qualify for the German Cup, but also to lose the league title, to lose the Champions League!"

'They're going to be scared of injuries and they're going to think about the league and the Champions Cup, so it's the best time for us to beat them!'

Head coach Klaus also agreed with Lehmann's claims.

"We come with the determination to win,"

"They're going to be distracted by the league and the Champions Cup,"

"We have a better chance of winning, it seems like they are strong, but now is the time to test them the most. Worrall should know that at this time the risk is not worth the loss, and we dare not. ”

Can't?

Worrall gave a positive answer at the press conference.

His starting line-up says it all.

"Goalkeeper Marty Seck,"

"Defenders Hoffman, Hap, LaMelo, Gresco,"

"Midfielders Ribery, Zheng Zhi, Emerson, Ronaldinho,"

"Forwards Neuville, Burdaric."

The four main players in the midfield are all there! That's his attitude, it's still a two-striker.

'A lot of people thought we were going to give up the German Cup, but I would say we weren't going to give up on any of the titles.

'I told my players this morning that if we can't go one step further in the semi-finals, it means we won't do anything in the Champions League. At least, it won't be Dortmund! Borussia Dortmund want to win? Let's see what they can do at Bayer Arena. ”

"Lehmann's voice was loud, but in the first two matches, I found that he was not in the starting line-up, maybe he forgot how he was humiliated by Zheng Zhi in the first place."

"I think today is no exception."

Good guys, you wait, once I become the coach of the German team, you will look good! Worrall smiled slyly in his heart......

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"Dortmund is so big,"

"Who gave them confidence?"

"Healed so quickly, the scar forgot the pain?"

"Brothers, today we are going to kill them in the first half,"

"There was a wave of blitzkrieg at the beginning, holding them down."

Worrall was still at the press conference, and the locker room began to rebel.

Captain Kirsten took the lead, and although he was a substitute in this game, his fighting spirit was high.

"The coach told us to keep the kicks,"

"Doesn't that make them more nervous?"

"I still play with them in the middle of the week, so I might as well lose their confidence this time."

"Lehmann's kid is so crazy that if he doesn't score a few goals against him, he really thinks he can turn the sky upside down."

"Zheng, are you right?"

"Right......"

'If we hold it down for 20 minutes, it's a big chance of scoring, and if they can't withstand it, it's over.'

If Worrall had heard these conversations, he would have wanted to go to the German national team sooner, and the dressing room was really not as simple as he imagined.

Most of the people in the locker room are militants.

At 16:30, the semi-finals of the German Cup started on time.

Attentive Bayer Leverkusen fans found that Zheng Zhi standing on the pitch today was a little different.

Because he wore the captain's armband for Bayer Leverkusen.

In Kiersten's absence, Novotny's absence, the captain's armband was passed on to Zheng Zhi's arm, there is no doubt that Zheng Zhi's responsibility has become great again today.

As soon as Worrall's ass sat down, his team launched a fierce attack on the opposing side. Where can you see the meaning of fatigue?

Ribery won the ball on the right and dribbled all the way to the bottom line to cross, Boldarich nodded the ball and almost rewrote the score, Lehmann still had two shots, reacted quite quickly, slapped the ball out with one hand, and Bayer Leverkusen got a corner.

Ronaldinho directly served a corner kick directly at the corner flag, and immediately rushed to Dortmund in front of the penalty area with the ball after playing a match, a bull's tail flung out, and quickly walked into the big penalty area, facing the defense of Dort's defender Evanelson, he stepped on a bicycle horizontally to get rid of it, Evanelson hurriedly stretched his leg to block, and Ronaldinho fell.

Beep

The referee's whistle sounded really timely, and the gestures were very fast.

Penalty kick!

It was a penalty.

"Yay!"

Ronaldinho excitedly climbed up on the turf, picked up the ball, and ran to Zheng Zhi.

"Zheng,"

"Haha,"

Ronalnidio couldn't help but glance at Lehmann in front of the goal, as if he saw the next happy scene.

Lehmann, who was standing on the goal line, was momentarily stunned.

That's a penalty?

Yes~

Damn it~

It's so bad, I was cheated by my teammates again.

This is a big joke to send Leverkusen a little bit in the opening minute.

said that he would kill his opponent, why did the plot reverse all of a sudden......

His pupils kept shrinking, and there was only one person in his eyes.

The man was smiling and picking up the ball and walking towards him.

Damn Zheng Zhi!

Is this fate? After Zheng Zhi looked at Lyman, he couldn't help but beckon and say hello.

"Hey, Jens,"

"Long time no see."

"I'll give you a gift."

“……”

A murderous look flashed in Lyman's eyes, his teeth creaked, and the muscles on his entire face tensed.

I really want to go up and strangle him!

However, I didn't dare to ......

"Oliver said, you're the number two goalkeeper."

"Actually, the number two goalkeeper is very good, at least not to stand here now."

Zheng Zhi said as he pulled back the running distance. It must have been said on purpose, just to anger Lehmann and make this guy crazy and unable to face the penalty calmly.

bastard

Bastard!

Bastard!

Lyman scolded angrily in his heart, but his eyes never left Zheng Zhi's right foot, anger turned to anger, and he still had to maintain absolute concentration.

He's got to save the ball! He denied the goal as fast as he could!

Beep

When the whistle blew, Zheng Zhi ran fast and didn't stop at all, he wasn't the kind of player who needed to use rhythm to confuse his opponents.

His kick was quite resolute, but the leaning was quite large.

Da~

At the moment of kicking, Lyman had already fought and flew out to the left one step ahead.

But half a second later, he wanted to cry.

Bastard,

It's a spoon again!

It's a spoon again!

It's a spoon again!

The ball made a graceful parabola and slowly landed in the middle, almost without any power. It's a shame that he flew so far!

As a result, he was teased again.

It's all too familiar......

This is the second time that Zheng Zhi has been humiliated with a spoon.

"This gift, do you like it?"