The Alp Stadium was full of people, and Caesar's shouts from the stands were endless.

Inter Milan defeated Chelsea and Juventus 3-0 and 2-0 respectively for two consecutive 45 minutes to win the Moretti Beer Cup, which is the first championship trophy won by Inter Milan in the new season.

After winning the Moretti Cup, the team returned to Milan to compete in the Thiem Cup at the Meazza Stadium, beating Juventus and AC Milan respectively to win the Thiem Cup, which is the second consecutive season that Inter Milan have won the Thiem Cup, and the cup has only been held for two years.

Having won two warm-up cups, Inter Milan were in excellent pre-season form, before heading to the Libyan capital Tripoli, where they will face Parma, winners of last season's Coppa Italia.

Yang Cheng and his Inter Milan beat Parma 3-1 in Libya to win the Italian Super Cup.

Winning three cup championships in a row, Inter Milan was in the limelight for a while, and the whole of Italy was frantically hyping the outstanding performance of this team, especially the four No. 10 midfield combinations that Yang Cheng kept running in in the warm-up game.

Emerson reappeared in the midfield position, after the baptism of the World Cup, he appeared more confident, active, and his performance has improved by leaps and bounds compared to last season, he is in good shape, and he is more calm and reasonable in handling the ball, and the defensive coverage is more in place, which is very reassuring.

With Emerson's return and the midfield defence secured, Nedved has been more aggressive in pressing up front, but his more obvious improvement lies in his attack and his combination with Ronaldo and Ruud van Nistelrooy.

Of the three goals in the Italian Super Cup, Nedved made one pass and one shot, and another indirect assist came from him, and he performed very well and was the best player in the Italian Super Cup.

Pirlo and Deco are as creative as ever, both players are very skilled players, and both are offensive and defensive, but Pirlo is good at medium and long passes, Deco is good at short passes and insertions, but the most rare thing is that the two players have established a full tacit understanding after going through the cooperation last season.

This golden combination has made Yang Cheng more confident, and it has also made the outside world's evaluation and expectations of Inter Milan higher and higher.

After winning the Italian Super Cup, the Italian mainstream media have come up with the selection of favorites to win the new season, Inter Milan is undoubtedly far ahead of the first place, Juventus has been in civil unrest recently, and Lippi's team did not perform very well in the warm-up games, and even ranked third behind AC Milan.

AC Milan picked up a big bargain, from Lazio to get the Brazilian star Rivaldo at a low price, and is currently attacking Parma's Cannavaro and Lazio's Stamm, but the Rossoneri face competition from Real Madrid, Juventus and many other giants, Cannavaro and the Dutchman are destined to be a hot commodity.

The turmoil in the transfer market has abruptly risen, and Serie A has not been idle, with teams such as Atalanta, Chievo, Brescia, and Empoli joining forces one by one to protest against the current broadcast fee distribution system in Serie A.

After Facchetti came to power, under the reminder of Yang Cheng, he began to prepare for the reform of the broadcast fee distribution system, but there was a lot of resistance, and now these small teams are using the boycott as a weapon to retaliate against Juventus and AC Milan, two teams that resolutely oppose the broadcast fee reform.

Facchetti has now met with the leaders of the eight teams, and the two sides have agreed a time to sit down and negotiate, but the postponement of the Serie A competition is inevitable, and it will be up to them to wait for the outcome of their talks.

Just when Serie A began to enter an eventful season, Yang Cheng received a call from Germany.

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The sky at the Pinetina base on this day was gray, and Yang Cheng was in the same mood.

When he woke up early this morning, his right eyelid was jumping, and when he was talking to Charlize Theron on the phone, the latter made a joke about him, "Don't you Chinese have a superstitious saying?" "At the beginning, Yang Cheng used to talk about her with this.

Is the left eye jumping rich and the right eye jumping disaster?

Don't talk about it, Spirit!

On his way to the training base in the morning, he almost got into a car accident, and a vehicle driving in the opposite direction almost left him to hell, but fortunately he was not driving fast at the time, and the road near Gentilai was not narrow, so the people and the car were fine. ,

But when he encountered this kind of thing early in the morning, he could imagine his mood, and he looked gloomy all morning, as if it was going to rain rainingly.

But soon, as soon as he got into training, he forgot about it.

When he finished training, he returned to his office, turned on his mobile phone, and more than a dozen call alerts poured in in one breath, and almost all of them were calls from friends in Kaiserslautern, Germany, which gave him a sense of foreboding.

"Hey, Werner!" Yang Cheng made a direct call to Melzer.

"Damn, why don't you answer the phone?" Melzer looked anxious over there.

"You know what I'm used to!" Yang Cheng said that he always turned off his phone during training and never took his mobile phone to the training ground.

"Don't talk so much about it yet, you can come quickly, it's too late!" Melzer looked anxious.

"What's the matter?" Yang Cheng's heart became heavier.

He ...... I'm afraid he won't be able to! When Melzer says he is referring to Fritz Walter.

A football senior that Yang Cheng respects the most, someone who has given him a lot of help.

"How so?" Yang Cheng panicked.

He also stopped by after the World Cup, when Fritz Walter was still chatting with Yang Cheng at his home and looked healthy.

"When you're older, your body is changing all the time, who knows?" Melzer said helplessly.

"I'll be right away!" Yang Cheng immediately hung up the phone.

Touching the barracuda that he always wore around his neck, Yang Cheng was so anxious that he immediately walked out of his office and came to the next door.

"Paul!" Yang Cheng knocked on the door and shouted.

"What's the matter?" Paul Beyer came out to open the door, and there were other members of the coaching staff besides him.

"I'm going to Germany, you can help me host the training!" Yang Cheng explained.

"What's so urgent?" Tim Hank asked.

Yang Cheng paused, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, "I'm afraid the old man can't do it!" ”

In a word, Paul Byer and Tim Hank were stunned.

Even everyone in the coaching staff was stunned, they all knew very well that Fritz Walter had a place in Yang Cheng's mind.

It's like his mentor!

"I'm going to see him one last time!" After Yang Cheng finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Driving his blue-black Ferrari, Mercedes on the way to the airport, Yang Cheng had already asked Paul Beyer to call to help him book a ticket, there was usually the nearest plane to Frankfurt, he had to rush there as soon as possible.

It was a very good old man, who used to be the owner of Isola Bella's No. 1 table, but he passed that seat to Yang Cheng, as if two kings were handing over power, and then he unconditionally supported Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng has an indescribable gratitude for Fritz Walter, so every year no matter how busy and tired he is, he will take time to go to Germany.

In fact, he had long known that Fritz Walter's health was not good, and from his heart, he had accepted that he would have to say goodbye to this respected old man one day sooner or later, but when this day really came, he still felt uncomfortable and panicked.

It was an emotion that was difficult to explain, and he didn't have much grief because time had diluted it.

He just found it difficult to accept, he was a little difficult to accept, from now on, in the world he lived in, there would never be a person like Fritz Walter again, and this name would always be a cold symbol, not a living person.

This feeling made him very uncomfortable.

From Milan to Eintracht Frankfurt, he was uncomfortable the whole way.

Melzer arranged for someone to pick him up, and he hurried to Enkenbach Alsenborn, where Fritz Walter's house had already gathered, as well as many powerful figures from the German football world, and even from all walks of life in politics and business.

In today's Germany, there are fewer and fewer people who can have such influence.

"You're here?" Otmar Walter was sitting outside, and as soon as he saw Yang Cheng coming, he stood up.

"He said you're coming, just go in." Yang Cheng nodded, passed through the door, passed the living room, and came to Fritz's room.

knocked on the door gently, as if he was afraid of alarming the old man inside. ,

It was Mrs. Walter who opened the door, and when she saw that it was Yang Cheng, she just nodded and let him in.

The old man was lying on the hospital bed, his eyes closed, except for the slight rise and fall on his chest, reminding everyone that he was still angry, and everything else was no different from a corpse, straight and straight, without any flesh, skin wrapped in bones, a little terrifying.

Yang Cheng slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, did not speak, and waited silently.

How he wished that the old man would open his eyes at this time, look at him, and talk to him.

But he was scared, because he knew that if he did these actions at this time, he basically meant something.

Mrs. Walter was more open-minded, she kept asking Yang Cheng if she wanted to drink water or something, Yang Cheng shook her head.

It took half an hour before the old man on the bed opened his eyes slightly.

"Fritz!" Mrs. Walter leaned in, "He's coming!" ”

Seeing that the old man on the hospital bed moved his head, as if he was about to turn his head sideways, Yang Cheng quickly stood up, walked to the front of the hospital bed, and leaned over so that he could see himself.

The withered right hand slowly wanted to be raised, and the old man's cloudy eyes swept the barracuda that Yang Cheng wore on his neck, and when it lit up, it seemed to bloom the last light, but it immediately became dim, and then his eyes slowly closed, and his right hand hung down completely weakly.

No pain, no pain, no torture, no reluctance, no regrets!

And so he went!

In an instant, Yang Cheng, who originally felt that he could accept this matter very strongly, tears squeezed out of his eyes, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the old man's hands.

But soon, Yang Cheng reached out to wipe away his tears and gave up his position.

Mrs. Walter walked over silently, gently tidied up his exposed hands, gently pulled up the thin quilt for him, and covered his head, the whole movement was extremely gentle, as if a wife was pulling the quilt for her sleeping husband.

From this moment on, there is no legend left in Kaiserslautern!

From this moment on, German football lost a piece of its history!

From this moment on, there was no Fritz Walter in this world!

The sadness only came suddenly and faded quickly.

When Yang Cheng opened the door of the room, everyone who saw his face could guess the result.

Otmar Walter didn't react, just nodded, turned around, and walked out of the house, her back extremely desolate, with indescribable sadness.

Today, my body has returned to my homeland, and his body is the same.

Aren't all people like this?

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Walking out of Fritz Walter's house, Yang Cheng walked slowly on the road, walking aimlessly, not knowing where to go or where to go.

The feeling of seeing a living person die in front of him scared him.

Yang Cheng didn't notice that there was a person far behind him.

He walked aimlessly down the street, and he needed to find a place where he could vent his frustration.

It's dark at night, and Enkenbach Alsenborn is just a small town, and along the way, you come across a bar.

And he walked in.

"Give me the strongest liquor you've ever had! Whole bottle! Yang Cheng said, then found a corner and sat down and closed his eyes.

Everything from the past came to his mind like a marquee.

"I don't need comfort, Melissa!" When he opened his eyes again, Yang Cheng saw Melissa Trio, a beautiful Frenchwoman sitting in front of him, looking at him with a concerned face.

"I know!" Melissa said, "The Yang Cheng I know will never be so weak!" ”

Yang Cheng looked at her deeply and smiled.

"To drink or not to drink?" Yang Cheng asked.

Melissa shook her head, "I rarely drink!" ”

"And what are you doing at the bar?" Yang Cheng asked with a smile.

Melissa was speechless, if she hadn't seen Yang Cheng in a bad mood, she would definitely fight him back. The bartender brought two bullet glasses with ice cubes and a bottle of wild grid, which is claimed to be the strongest wine in Germany and the most popular wine in German bars.

Yang Cheng had drunk it before, but he was drunk. ,

Uncorked the bottle and poured two full glasses, Yang Cheng said with a smile: "Germans drink Yege, like to refrigerate, pour a full glass, drink it all in one go, they say, this is the best medicine in the world, can make people forget their troubles, forget all unhappiness, and board the train to heaven." ”

Yang Cheng picked up one of the cups and smiled slightly, "I haven't tried it before, try it now!" ”

After speaking, as soon as he raised his head, a bullet cup of wild wine was poured into his stomach in one gulp, as if a hot current flowed from his throat to his stomach.

It was very choked, and he coughed hard, he couldn't get used to drinking this high-alcohol spirit.

"Enjoyable!" After a cough, he smiled.

"You won't try?"

Melissa shook her head, she really rarely drank.

Yang Cheng picked up her cup and poured it into it again.

After two cups, he felt that there was a fire burning in his stomach, it was very hot, his feet were weak, and the whole person seemed to be spinning, so dizzy, he couldn't think of anything, anything.

"Sure enough, this is really a kind of wine that makes people drink and fly!" Yang Cheng smiled drunkenly.

His hand trembled and he poured himself a glass, "You really don't drink?" ”

Melissa shook her head.

Yang Cheng put the wine bottle on the table heavily, grabbed the glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp.

"Ah, it's so enjoyable, good wine!" He shouted loudly.

There weren't many people in the bar, after all, it was still early.

Yang Cheng struggled to stand up, but his legs fell limply, and he threw himself on the table.

"What are you doing?" Melissa hurriedly walked over and held him, "If you can't drink it, don't drink so much." ”

"I'm happy!" Yang Cheng smiled drunkly, "Melissa, you seem to be in too much care!" ”

Melissa knew he was drunk and ignored him.

"Even my wife can't control me, I'm a little bird without legs......" he muttered by himself, sometimes in English, sometimes in German, sometimes in Spanish, but most often Chinese.

So what he was reading, Melissa couldn't understand, but she could understand.

He was very unhappy!

Although he seemed to be fine, in fact, he was very unhappy and wanted to drink to vent, but on the contrary, his alcohol consumption was not good, and he could not reach the point of not getting drunk in a thousand glasses, so he could only get drunk like mud.

Three glasses of Noge poured unconscious, and the bartenders were snickering.

The lights were so dim that none of them recognized it as Yang Cheng.

Melissa just received the news this time, as soon as she heard that Fritz Walter was seriously ill, she immediately ran over to take a look, she also respected this old man, but anyone who likes football will respect him, but she didn't expect that after coming, she ran into a drunk Yang Cheng.

She can understand Yang Cheng's current mood, because Yang Cheng once mentioned Fritz Walter many times in an interview with her, although he did not elaborate, but she could hear that Yang Cheng respected this person very much.

Although Fritz Walter's death was not unexpected, after all, his health had been very poor over the years, and his death was a matter of time, but when things came, it was still very uncomfortable, and she understood this feeling.

Really understand!

So she knew that Yang Cheng just wanted to vent the depression in her heart.

Looking at Yang Cheng, who was drunk on the table, drunk, and talking a lot of drunken words, Melissa suddenly realized that the high-ranking Caesar can also be such an ordinary person, he will also be in a bad mood, he will be sad, and there will be times when he needs to vent, but how many people can see this side of him?

Or should it be said that the side he usually puts on is not necessarily all he has, because he hides this side of his weakness, deep, deep.

After seeing the usual Caesar, and then seeing today's Yang Cheng, Yang Cheng's image has not been destroyed, but has become three-dimensional and vivid.

This is a living person! ）