From country team to giant

Chapter 129
The third training day.

The Hoffenheim players all looked dignified.

They have conceded eight goals in the last two days and that's the result of two games.

The result of the game was much more severe than they imagined.

In this game, they need to minimize the number of goals scored.

What they need to face today is a team from the Latvian Super League-Doravia.

Among the many opponents in the training match, this is probably the weakest level.

But even so, for Hoffenheim, this is still a strong opponent.

In this game, David Koch is still in a 4-3-3 formation.

Goalkeeper: Olibert.

Defenders: Azoko, Duran Bob, Edgar, Silva.

Midfielders: Mario, Gray, Lalique.

Forwards: Gyan, Biartini, Wei Rauch.

During the pre-match preparations, the Hoffenheim players all looked dignified.

They have already contacted a new defensive linkage yesterday. Although there are still frequent mistakes, at least they have found their own way to become stronger.

Next, they need to improve this defensive system while minimizing goals.

At the beginning of the game, Doravia started an aggressive attack, while Hoffenheim shrank the defense.

Doravia's midfielder is the center of their attack, and most of the attacks are initiated by the midfielder. For this reason, Hoffenheim's tactic is to contain the opponent's midfielder.

Doravia's central defender was protecting the ball. When he raised his eyelids, a Hoffenheim player suddenly broke into his vision.

Ji An slapped the horse and killed him. His speed was too fast, causing the other party to feel that he ran to his eyes in the blink of an eye.

In a hurry, the central defender of Doravia could only pass the ball to the midfield.

As soon as Doravia's midfielder took the ball, Mario and Gray rushed over, like two gates directly blocking the path of Doravia's return pass and blocking the field of vision.

The most important thing is that with this change of formation, the situation of the scene is formed in an instant to play more and play less.

Doravia's midfielder felt panicked.

Is this really a German fifth tier team?

Why can they keep up with our rhythm!

He didn't know that Hoffenheim really couldn't keep up with the rhythm at first, but during the two days of beatings, they gradually began to realize this.

Although it is difficult to intersperse the pass in a fast pace, he can barely use the running position to build a defensive network.

After Hoffenheim's first joint defense was successful, the players were also extremely excited.

But when the second wave of attack came, their defense made a mistake, causing Doravia to penetrate the back line. Fortunately, Hoffenheim goalkeeper Olibert played bravely and saved this almost inevitable shot.

The training match was in full swing.

On the other side, in Trafford's training ground, these star players also looked at the training match between Hoffenheim and Doravia after training.

Even though the match was a close call for them, there was one person who caught their attention.

"That No. [-] runs really fast!"

Trafford player Charlene said in surprise.

It's not like he hasn't seen fast players, such as Tottenham United's Gary Belim is one of the best.

"Do you feel like he looks like Gareth Belim?" Callejon raised his eyebrows and said.

In this regard, Sharlan nodded and said; "The style is similar, but compared to Bailim, he is far behind."

Trafford's head star Plenny also appeared in front of the isolation fence, saying: "Belim itself is not a player with good skills. Their weapon is speed."

Speaking of which, Hoffenheim happened to steal the ball in the backcourt, and Silva passed the ball to Ji'an.

After Ji An turned around, the speed was soaring, and he sprinted along the sidewalk.

Seeing this scene, Xia Erlan envied; "It's so fast!"

Also as a winger, Charlan's speed is not his absolute strength, he is better at the technique and organization at his feet.

But this does not mean that he is talented in this area, but because he is not fast enough, he has developed this ability.

As a winger, he naturally wants to try Fengchi Dianqing's running.

Feel the pleasure of the strong wind blowing, and the opponent's players slowly disappearing from your field of vision.

But his talent is destined to make it impossible for him to develop in this direction.

Therefore, he is very envious of Ji'an, a player with strong explosive power and absolute speed.

However, the advantages and disadvantages of this Hoffenheim player are equally obvious.

Other than speed, this guy is terrible in every way.

"Don't look, Jazz is going to be angry!" Callejon suddenly reminded.

The three turned their heads and saw Sir Alex staring in their direction. They shivered subconsciously and hurried back to training.

Before leaving, Xia Erlan turned her head and glanced at Ji'an again, full of regret in her heart.

This technology, this speed is in vain!
Sir Alex was indeed looking this way, but he was not looking at Callejon and the other three, but at the opposite court.

After seeing the name of Hoffenheim, he always has a faint sense of familiarity.

It wasn't until the afternoon that he remembered the conversation he had with Mendelson a year ago.

He did mention a Chinese, Hoffenheim, sporting director, etc.

With this premise, he looked over subconsciously. He saw the man with oriental face in a black suit on the opposite side of the court, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

There is no information channel, but with some troubles, you can know the upcoming changes in European football in the future. This kind of overall view deserves to make the old Jazz look at it differently.

"Help me find out their information, German club Hoffenheim!"

Sir Alex said to the assistant coach on the side.

The assistant coach nodded and left without asking why.

About an hour later, the assistant coach came back again. He said: "There is not much information on the Internet. The club only got some information after contacting an official of the German Football Association."

"Hoffenheim, formerly known as the Meteor team, is now a team in the fifth tier of the German league!"

"Isn't it the seventh tier?" Sir Alex asked, turning his head.

"They have completed the double jump, and they will play in the German senior regional league this summer, which is the fifth level of the German league!" said the assistant coach.

Sir Alex nodded slightly, the 'double jump' was not too surprising.

Double jumps in low-level leagues are nothing, but being able to complete double jumps in higher-level leagues is awesome.

"This team started to emerge two years ago. Germany first got to know them in a match in the DFB-Pokal. Their explosive opening performance attracted a lot of media attention."

"The next step is that they are in debt of 2000 million euros. For this reason, the German Football Association held a hearing to confirm that they have the qualifications to repay the loan. This caused a certain amount of discussion at the time."

"And this year, they merged two clubs, SC Villa and Newcastle Warriors, to enter the senior regional league."

The assistant coach added; "This is a country team with a certain influence in the local area. According to local media reports, their football market is extremely hot, and the attendance rate can almost reach 1 people."

Now, Sir Alex turned his head in surprise and said, "1 people?"

The German football market is indeed very hot, but a fifth-tier league team can attract 1 people to watch the game, which is already a very remarkable achievement.

In response, the assistant coach nodded and said, "That's right, 1 people. Of course, suspicion of exaggeration cannot be ruled out."

The assistant coach asked suspiciously; "Do you know this club?"

One is the Godfather of Trafford, and the other is a team in the fifth tier of Germany.

He couldn't imagine that the two parties could have any intersection.

In this regard, Sir Alex said with a smile; "A friend mentioned them, a very interesting club!"

After finishing speaking, he changed his face, took off his shoes, held them in his hands, threw them towards the field, and roared, "Plenny, don't try to be lazy, I'm watching you!"

Hearing this, the dignified Trafford number one star, Premier League Golden Boot super striker Plenny, ran even faster in fright.

"Bastard brat!" Sir Alex cursed in a low voice with an unkind expression.

The assistant coach on the side was even more trembling and dared not speak.

At Trafford, this man is not to be offended by anyone.

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