"Score !!"

"Germany scores!!"

"Now we're 2:1! Thank God! It's not 2:0 now, we scored a goal and it's 2:1 now! ”

"It's definitely a morale-boosting goal!"

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"Score! Score!! ”

"Larne's shot scored! 2：2！ Oh my God, we've got the score back! We forced a draw against a strong Hungarian team! ”

"With the momentum of the equalizer, our players began to attack the Hungarian goal!"

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"Score! Score!! Score!! ”

"Germany beat Hungary 3-2! A team that has never lost since four and a half years ago! ”

"Time doesn't seem to be moving! I couldn't stop myself from looking at it because there was only one minute left and we were taking a 3-2 lead! ”

"The Hungarians are starting to be impetuous, Puskas shoots, Tony! The great Toni got the ball out! ”

"Hungary attacked on the right and Fritz Walter dropped back and broke the ball out of bounds! Hungary's throw-in! ”

"It's over! It's over! Germany is the world champion! ”

"After conceding two goals first, Germany made a near-miraculous comeback and defeated the mighty Hungary 3-2!"

"It was a great game, a miraculous victory!"

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The home dressing room at the Karl Benz Stadium in Mannheim was filled with the deafening roar of commentators on television, and the black-and-white live footage of the game showed a crowd of excited players, some of whom were even in tears of emotion at the victory.

Outside the TV, the players in the locker room were all very excited, including Bremer and most of the players even shed tears, because this live TV broadcast was a game they were familiar with, and it was also a game that inspired countless German teenagers to fall in love with football, and it was also hailed as a game that led Germany out of the shadow of World War II.

1954, World Cup final, the miracle of Bern!

The image of Fritz Walter, captain of the team, holding the World Cup trophy high in the middle of the guard, being carried above the head by his teammates, was frozen on the television, and this moment seemed to stop time and become an eternity.

The light was turned on, Yang Cheng walked over slowly, and he also shed tears!

"Do you know why I showed you this blurry TV footage?" Yang Cheng's magnetic voice resounded in the dressing room, outside the 26,000-seat Karl Benz Stadium, but a large part of the fans in the stands were Dortmund fans.

"I don't need to say how strong the Hungarian team was back then, you can all see it clearly from this live broadcast, from the roar of the commentator, and from the scene of the game, how similar is that final to today's final?"

"Dortmund is to Kaiserslautern today, just as Hungary was to Germany back then, there is also a huge disparity in strength, but Germany finally defeated the powerful Hungary, what about us? Will we be able to beat Borussia Dortmund? Yang Cheng almost asked the player in front of him with a roar.

After a pause, Yang Cheng continued to mobilize after his mood calmed down.

"When I came to Kaiserslautern, I wondered why Fritz Walter, the spiritual symbol of the team, the greatest player in the history of the team, never appeared in the stands, never came to visit us? Even if he gives us a little encouragement, even if he says a few words to us, it can bring us great strength! ”

"But he never did, even though the stadium was named after him, even in the city of Kaiserslautern, he will always be a spiritual symbol, even in our team, there are still countless people who regard him as an idol, but he never gave us any encouragement, why?"

"It's because you don't deserve it!" Yang Cheng roared.

"Since when did Kaiserslautern start to have to survive on idols, on mental support, on those who boasted to others about the team's achievements? Don't you think that's pathetic? Isn't it pathetic? Can't you stand up and fight like a brave man? ”

"How did Fritz Walter come about? He and his teammates relied on their own hard work, tenacious fighting spirit, and the spirit of seeing death as home, from the field, the real knife and gun to defeat Hungary, at that time he had no idols, no spiritual symbols, nothing worth showing off! ”

"Today, we wear the same shirt that Fritz Walter wore when he played for Kaiserslautern, we played in the stadium that Fritz Walter played for, but I don't see a trace of the fighting spirit and the will that Fritz Walter has in you!"

"That's why Fritz Walter won't come to the stadium!"

"That's why Fritz Walter didn't want to give even the slightest encouragement!"

"Because as a man, we have to fight for everything we want with our hands, not with the charity and mercy of others!"

"Andres!" Yang Cheng Huo Ran turned to look directly at Bremer, "Last season's Hubland Stadium, when Worrall and Schuster comforted you with pity and sympathy as victors, did you feel ashamed in your heart?" Do you hate your failures? Do you regret the game that day, why didn't you try a little harder? Run a little more? ”

In the face of Yang Cheng's questioning, Bremer did not refute, his eyes widened, revealing a kind of gritted hatred.

He hated defeat, he hated losing, he hated his former friends for putting their sympathy and pity on him!

"Olaf!" Yang Cheng looked at Marshall, "You are one of Kirsten's best friends, what do you think when you watch your friends beat the team you play for at Hubland Stadium, and you can't do anything about it?" Have you pressed your heart and asked yourself that you wish you could be like him? ”

Marshall also gritted his teeth, and the emotions that had just been mobilized while watching the live broadcast were once again pushed to the top.

"Yes!" He replied harshly.

"And you, Harry, are you ashamed of your last-minute mistakes? Feeling guilty? Feeling pain? Have you ever tried to sit on the edge of your bed in the middle of the night, thinking about everything that happened at the Hubland Stadium that day, and regretting it so much that tears fell uncontrollably? ”

"Yes!" Kosch gritted his teeth and replied.

Yang Cheng slowly walked to the middle of the locker room, swept past the excited players in front of him, and pointed to the door of the locker room.

"It's not a stadium outside, it's a battlefield, a battlefield where you live and die, we don't want to fail, we don't want sympathy and pity, and we don't want to regret it, so we have to fight, we have to be united, we have to be desperate!"

"Fritz Walter fought hard, he and his teammates did their best even though they knew it was impossible, and in the end, their hard work touched God, they won, a miraculous victory!"

"Today, in this stadium, as the inheritors of the spirit and will of Fritz Walter, we also have to fight, we must fight desperately, to fight, to grab, because only in this way can we be qualified to hold our heads high and proudly tell the world that we are Kaiserslautern, we are the spirit of Fritz Walter, the inheritors of the miracle of Bern!"

"At that time, Hungary ignored the German team, and now the powerful Dortmund does not value us, and the whole world does not look down on us, but I don't think we should be disappointed because it is a godsend for us!"

"We know how strong Borussia Dortmund are, we know their strengths and weaknesses, we know the names and technical characteristics of each of their players, we can even play against them at all costs, but they can't, they don't know us, they don't know our strengths and weaknesses, just like Hungary didn't know about Germany!"

"Hungary lost, lost to Germany, lost to the Bernese miracle created by all the players of the German team working together; Now, Dortmund will definitely lose, too, to us who are working together! ”

"I'm sure that Fritz Walter is not in the stands, but he will definitely watch the game live, because he has never given up on Kaiserslautern and given up on us!"

Shakespeare said that every life will come to an end, but honor is eternal! Guys, warriors, let us go to the pitch and use our tenacious fighting spirit and our concerted efforts to defeat the mighty Dortmund, and from then on open a Bern miracle that belongs to us, to each of you, and for countless people to admire and worship later! ”

"Good!"

"Rush to the pitch and kill them!"

"Kill Dortmund!"

One by one, the players stood up with hideous expressions, gritting their teeth and clenching their fists and roaring.

Yang Cheng opened the door of the locker room, hugged the players who passed by him one by one, and then whispered words of encouragement in their ears, asking them to do their best on the court.

For the head coach of a team, Yang Cheng has reached the limit of what he can do, what kind of results he can reap, he doesn't know, and it doesn't matter, the important thing is that he has done his best!

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