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Ivan stood in the crowd, his expression was extremely wonderful.
Shock, joy, regret, excitement and other emotions are kneaded together.
He was extremely shocked by Zhang Xian's answer along the way.
If possible, he really wants to review what Hoffenheim has experienced in these years.
When he left, Hoffenheim was only a small team in the seventh division.
They have no training base, lack of basic equipment, the club is not well-off financially, and the home court is even more dilapidated.
But now?
The current Hoffenheim can be described as rich and powerful.
Qatar Fund settled in Hoffenheim and became their biggest backer.
In the future, Hoffenheim will not need to worry about money.
Loan of 20 million euros to build a training base.
Sonal Youth Training has completed the formation of each echelon and is constantly sending fresh blood to the first team.
Ji'an and Button are the representatives among them.
The most important thing is that the crowd of Hoffenheim has become more, too much.
In the previous Hoffenheim home games, the attendance rate reached 500, and Ivan should be thankful.
But now?
After Hoffenheim moved into the Fieldsmore Stadium, the stadium was full with 15,000 seats!
That's 15,000 people!
These people are all fans of Hoffenheim, and they are all their own people.
In the stands, they cheered for Hoffenheim and watched wonderful games together.
This is something Ivan once dreamed of.
Now, three years have passed, and Hoffenheim has really realized it.
Looking at the Hoffenheim fans standing on both sides of the road in front of him, Ivan felt a little choked up.
Suddenly, there were high-pitched voices in the distance.
A wild breath spread from the end of the road.
Those originally quiet fans suddenly boiled like boiling water,
"Forward! Hoffenheim!!¡ª"
"Give Dortmund a little color!"
"How about the Bundesliga team? Overthrow them!!"
"This is our home stadium, we will always cheer for you!"
"Victory will belong to Hoffenheim!!"
The crowd boiled instantly.
Intense applause and raging cheers came from a distance like a tide.
And accompanied by cheers and shouts.
A huge convoy also appeared at the end of the road.
When the black and red bus with the Hoffenheim team logo came into view, the cheers of the fans rose again.
Everyone cheered unrestrainedly.
Ivan stood in the crowd blankly. Looking at the excited expressions of the fans and listening to their fanatical cheers, he felt the strings in his heart being plucked violently.
That's right!
That's the feeling!
This is what he wants!
The Hoffenheim bus and the convoy roared past Ivan.
The cheers of the surrounding crowd also reached a climax.
At this time, Ivan seemed to be crazy, and rushed towards the road with his hands raised high.
He looked wildly at the Hoffenheim bus, shouting over and over again.
Hoffenheim! ! Long live! !
Hoffenheim! ! Long live! !
Hoffenheim! ! Long live! !
Under the leadership of Ivan, the wave of long live filled the air until the Hoffenheim bus disappeared in front of our eyes.
Ivan still stared at the direction where the bus disappeared.
At this time, Zhang Xian still left the finished cigarette on the ground, stomped it out with his foot, opened the car door and took out the red plastic bucket from inside.
In the end, he patted Ivan on the shoulder. After the other party turned around, Zhang Xian directly stuffed the red plastic bucket into the other party's arms, and immediately patted the roof of the car, saying;
"Get in the car, let's go home!"
After returning to the Fieldsmore Stadium, Zhang Xian gave Ivan a ticket to the Koch Stand, and then directly entered the rostrum through the VIP channel.
At the rostrum, Sir Alex and a middle-aged man about 50 years old were already sitting there.
Seeing Zhang Xian walking in, the middle-aged man stood up and stretched out his hand, saying, "Hello, Director Zhang."
Zhang Xian also walked over with a smile, and the two shook hands and said, "Mr. Zuo Lun, welcome to the Fieldsmore Stadium."
The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, Zhang Xian walked towards Sir Alex and said with a smile; "Sir?"
Sir Alex glanced sideways at Zhang Xian and snorted coldly.
Obviously a little angry.
Dortmund's general manager Michael Zollen appeared here, there is nothing tricky here, Sir Alex can't believe it.
After the three of them were seated.
Zhang Xian was sitting in the middle, and he saw a banner had appeared in the Koch stands, which read, 'Welcome home, Morsi! '.
At the same time, he was also on the left half court and saw Morsi in the yellow No. 9 jersey.
Michael Zollen was the first to speak; "Morsi came from Hoffenheim, you have trained an excellent player!"
Zhang Xian smiled and said, "Thank you very much for your affirmation, but there are still better players in the Hoffenheim team."
"For example Ji'an?" Michael Zuolun raised his eyebrows.
Zhang Xian smiled without saying a word.
And Sir Alex on the side did twitch a few times at the corners of his eyes.
This kid is definitely giving himself eye drops.
Just because Trafford didn't raise the price, he found a competitor, Michael Zolun.
There is a certain bond between Hoffenheim and Dortmund because of Morsi's relationship.
If Ji'an's performance is good enough, Michael Zollen doesn't mind bringing Ji'an to Dortmund.
And this development will make the transfer more difficult for Trafford.
It can be said that Zhang Xian is forcing Trafford to increase the price.
After all, there is a priority transfer clause between them. Under the same conditions, Ji'an will be closer to Trafford.
If it wasn't for Sir Alex who wanted Zhang Xian to take over for Trafford in the future, he would definitely teach this greedy brat a lesson.
Moreover, Sir Alex is really optimistic about Ji'an's future.
boom! !
Sir Alex slammed his cane fiercely towards the ground, and said in a muffled voice, "4 million Euros!"
Hearing this, Zhang Xian smiled slightly, and turned to look at Michael Zuolun.
I saw the latter looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, looking indifferent.
Zhang Xian said; "Sir, let's watch the game first."
Sir Alex snorted coldly.
He has a new understanding of Zhang Xian's insatiable greed
After the warm-up session ended, players from both sides lined up in the player channel.
Morsi high-fives every Hoffenheim player.
But everyone didn't overdo it. Although the relationship off the court was very good, they were opponents after all.
Gray was the last to walk out of the locker room. When he passed by Morsi's side, he hit Morsi's chest and said, "Don't be kicked and cry by me!"
Morsi rubbed his chest, grinned and said, "I won't release water!"
Gray turned his head and snorted coldly, and walked straight towards the frontmost position.
Looking at Gray's appearance, Morsi continued rubbing his chest, and muttered; "Gray is exactly like a replica of Captain Bob!"
At the same time, German TV 1 and the German Cup broadcast channel.
The two commentators were also in place.
"Here is the quarter-finals of the 2012-2013 German Cup, Hoffenheim vs Dortmund!"
"In this game, many people in the outside world are not optimistic about Hoffenheim. After all, compared with Dortmund, they still have a huge gap in hard power."
"Even if Dortmund can't fight at full strength, this gap still exists!"
As soon as the commentator Willis finished speaking, Polly, who had already held back for a long time, immediately answered:
"I don't agree with this point of view. The outcome of football cannot be predicted, especially in the German Cup. There are many examples of weak teams standing up to strong teams. We cannot deny that Hoffenheim has a chance to beat Dortmund!"
"Just as I told Mr. Hoffenheim's director, a weak team is not necessarily a loser. The game has not yet started, and it is still unknown who will win!"
"I am more looking forward to Hoffenheim winning the game. A country team has reached the semi-finals of the German Cup. I believe this news will be popular in Europe!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com