From country team to giant

Chapter 569 Why No News?
"Historical Moment of the Europa League!From rookie to champion! "

"They are called Hoffenheim, a legendary club!" "

"Country Champions!"The ending you can never imagine! "

The whole of Europe is occupied by the news of Hoffenheim's championship. No matter which country it is in, news related to Hoffenheim is being promoted.

And those fans who are unfamiliar with Hoffenheim also went back to search to learn more, and they couldn't stop once they got to know it.

Whether it's the 'Ten Years' Upgrade Journey', 'Bundesliga BIG5', 'Europa League King', 'European Arsenal', etc., they are all stunned.

They wondered how a small country club could make such a transformation in ten years.

At the same time, their hearts were also touched.

It can be said that today's Europe is raging under the poisonous chicken soup called 'Hoffenheim'.

For example, 'A country team can win the championship, why do you give up? 'This kind of poisonous chicken soup is extremely popular.

In Germany, Hoffenheim has also become a new target chosen by many young players.

After all, compared to other veteran teams, Hoffenheim is a brand new team and is willing to give young players a chance.

Looking at the championship lineup this time, it is basically composed of young people.

The top four performers are only 20 years old.

Don't be too envious of the 20-year-old Europa League champion.

It can be said that today's Lei Ao and others have become the goals of most young people in Germany.

Portugal, Porto city.

In an apartment, Alfred walked back and forth anxiously.

This season, Sporting Porto became the third place in the Champions League, which made many Porto players and coaches popular.

For example, their head coach has gone to Stanford to coach, and Christopher's departure also indicates that this Porto Sporting team will fall apart.

Sure enough, first of all, the three main attackers completed their respective transfers and left, and secondly, the goalkeeper was poached by the King of Madrid.

As the core of the team's midfielder, Alfred has been paid attention to by many clubs some time ago, but he still wants to follow Christopher's footsteps and transfer to Stanford.

However, ten days have passed, but there has been no news about his transfer.

There was no news from Christopher, which made Alfred extremely flustered.

He has turned down offers from many clubs and wants to join Stanford.

The current situation makes him feel extremely scared, the other party seems not to want him.

Squeak!

The door rang.

Alfred rushed to the door at a high speed, and he saw the manager Les sweating profusely.

Alfred didn't care about these, and asked anxiously: "What's the matter? Is there any news?"

Rice wiped his sweat, waved his hand and said, "It's very complicated, let me drink some water first."

Back in the living room, Rice finished drinking the water, and then asked Alfred to sit down, and said, "There is still no news from Stanford, but Christopher has already contacted him."

"What did the coach say?" Alfred asked with bright eyes.

Seeing the expectant look of the other party, Rice opened his mouth and said helplessly, "Harios, I hope you can be mentally prepared. Christopher thinks that there is a high probability that you won't be able to go to Stanford."

Alfred froze for a moment, then blushed and asked, "Do they think I'm not qualified to join?"

"No, no, no!" Rice waved his hand; "They admire you very much, but there is no place for you in Stanford now, do you want to compete with that Norwegian for the midfield position?"

Alfred pursed his lips and said, "I admit that Alan is very powerful, but I have confidence in myself."

"But you can't waste time, you have to know that you are in the grade of the ball." Rice said earnestly; "You don't get the attention of the application at Stanford, you need to compete for the starting position, but now the most important thing for you is to play games, high-quality games, this is the key."

"I believe that one day you will go to the club you want, but now you need to improve yourself. For this, you have to choose a club that suits you better instead of following Christopher."

Alfred opened his mouth, suddenly discouraged; "Coach...does that mean?"

"Christopher is already working hard. He even had a big fight with the club for you. Although he doesn't know why he suddenly compromised, he did say that Stanford is not a good choice for you." Paused Don, Rice added; "But Christopher said he'd be waiting for you at Stanford."

Alfred sighed for a long time, and said, "But the problem now is that I have rejected all the clubs, and no one has offered me an offer."

"Why not!" Les said.

Alfred smiled bitterly: "Do you want me to go to those teams that can't play in the Champions League?"

"It's impossible." Rice shook his head and said; "You must play in the Champions League team, at least you must be competitive in the league."

"So?" Alfred said; "Do I have a good choice?"

"Of course!" Rice smiled and took out a quotation from his briefcase, and said, "This is a quotation just received by the club. It is very sincere and treats you very well."

Alfred took the information, glanced at it briefly, and asked in surprise, "Hoffenheim?"

"Yes!" Rice laughed; "The club that is very popular recently."

Alfred flipped through it briefly, and said, "There is no problem with the contract, but is it really possible?"

"What are you worried about?" Rice asked.

Alfred didn't speak, and the latter continued; "Do you think Hoffenheim is a new type of team, and it is easy to collapse the season?"

Alfred still didn't say anything, but nodded slightly.

In response, Rice laughed and said, "You haven't seen them play football, have you?"

Alfred continued to nod.

With that said, Rice took out his mobile phone, found out a Hoffenheim game and handed it over.

With just one glance, Alfred looked in.

The smooth and silky pass and control advancement, the resolute offensive posture, and the vigorous tactical arrangement all deeply attracted Alfred.

Although he played well under Christopher, Alfred still likes to attack.

Even though Christopher has repeatedly emphasized to keep him steady, he still likes to pass forward.

He felt that some of his characteristics were restrained under Christopher, but when he saw this game, he completely let go.

Yes, he was waiting for this kind of game, this kind of offensive posture.

There were only two people he watched the whole time.

A number 6!
A number 8!
They are all midfielders, and it can be seen from their immature faces that they are not very old, and their tacit cooperation and offensive posture deeply attracted him.

There was even a feeling that he couldn't wait to join in.

Alfred raised his head suddenly and asked, "What's their name?"

Rice seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and said with a smile: "The number 6 is called Ranier, and the number 8 is called Huber! This may be your future partner!"

　The second update is here! !
　　Please subscribe!monthly pass!collect!recommend!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)