King Bayern

As soon as the half-time whistle blew, Hoeness disappeared like a thorn in his ass.

The last time Bayern Munich was so miserable in the national derby was a year ago. That year Bremen won the championship after defeating Bayern at the Olympic Stadium.

Hoeness decided to go to the locker room and talk to everyone, but Hitzfeld didn't give him this opportunity at all.

"It's not necessary, Uli."

"I have to go and talk to this group of players, their performance has to be worthy of their income, their badge."

Heathfield was also angry, "Uli, I have to say, you don't understand the team at all. From the time you asked me to transform Santa Cruz into a midfielder in the summer, I knew you were an idiot."

"What?" Hoeness never expected that he would be scolded by the head coach. From his position, Heathfield was his subordinate.

"Be careful who you're talking to."

"I also ask you to pay attention, this is the locker room, no matter what position you are in the club, but here, I am the boss, you know?"

If possible, Hoeness probably wanted to say "Fuck me", but he didn't, but nodded. Hoeness knew that this was not the time for infighting.

"Ok."

"But at least let me talk to the players."

"No need."

After Hoeness left, Heathfield immediately turned around. He still had a task, which was to quickly develop Pizarro into a midfielder.

Walking into the locker room, Hitzfeld made a gesture and asked his assistant to be responsible for the tactical arrangement of the midfield, and then walked aside with Pizarro.

"Claudio, I didn't expect you to be a very good midfielder."

Heathfield is also regretting that he has no eyesight. During the summer, his attention was all on Karimi and Santa Cruz, hoping to make these two the successors of Ballack, but the final result was that the two No one has the talent for organization.

It takes talent to play the attacking midfielder, and Heathfield is very clear about this, "Tell me, Claudio, why do you know the attacking midfielder's technique."

Pizarro scratched his head: "When I was still in Peru, I was relatively thin, so the coach asked me to try the attacking midfielder, but I still like to play as a forward and like the feeling of scoring goals."

Hitzfeld smiled, "I have a crazy idea."

"what?"

"In the future, you will be Barack's successor."

"..."

Pizarro opened his mouth wide, but couldn't speak for a long time, "Barack? I'm still far away."

"It's okay, so I want to give you special training."

Is special training useful?

It depends on the situation. For example, take tennis as an example. If it is Nadal, the coach will explain it to him for 5 minutes, and there will be obvious changes immediately.

If it is an ordinary player, it is useless for the coach to talk for an hour, so it all depends on talent.

"Now what do I say, what do you do."

Pizarro nodded.

"You pass the ball slowly after you get the ball, do you know why?"

Pizarro shook his head.

"This is caused by the technique before taking the ball. You didn't observe carefully before taking the ball. In fact, the most important thing for a good attacking midfielder is to observe before taking the ball, and then remember all this in your mind."

"Remember my words, a good midfielder does not use his eyes, but his brain."

"But how do I know the changes behind me?"

What Pizarro means is that before and after taking the ball, the running positions of teammates change. What does it matter?

"Prediction required."

Damn, it also comes with a prediction function?

In fact, a team's tactics have routines, such as Barcelona, ​​Iniesta can basically predict how his teammates move, but if Iniesta is sent to play campus football, then he will be like a football player. Like an idiot, because he can't predict how his teammates will move.

Because they are all running around, the stronger the team, the more tactics they need, and the more they need a good coach.

Heathfield saw that Pizarro was stunned, so he smiled and patted him, "But it needs to be done slowly, maybe after the experience of the Bundesliga game, you will understand."

"So long?"

"How long is this? Hehe, it's already very fast. Many people need a few years."

"No, coach, I mean what I can do in this game, that's what I care about the most."

Heathfield paused, "The only thing you need to do in this game is to do your best."

"It's that simple?"

Heathfield chuckled in his heart: "It's not simple, but this thing can't be done quickly."

Hitzfeld has never heard of the story of counterproductive growth, but the truth is understood by the whole world.

*****

In the dressing room of Bremen, the players were listening to music. Brazilians like Naldo even started to jump up. Schaf didn’t stop him or say anything, because he was also happy in his heart. If this performance can continue, Perhaps it is entirely possible to compare Bayern within five years.

But a rigorous German like Klose is different. He just drank water quietly and didn't say anything.

Shaf walked over, "Milo, are you unhappy?"

"There's nothing to be happy about, the score is still better."

Schaaf was taken aback. In the match against Bayern, the most important thing is not the result, but the process. He felt that Klose was too serious.

But this is Milo's character, and there is no way to change it. Jeremys on the other side is already happy.

"Now Hoeness must be regretting that he didn't give me a long-term contract back then, hahaha."

Chen Mu patted him, "Not necessarily, Van Bommel is also good, now Bayern has no shortage of midfielders, but lacks midfielders."

Jeremes' face turned green all of a sudden, "Why don't you die, you keep complaining about me, is it easy for me to be happy once?"

"Hahaha."

Jeremys also understands that even if he stays at Bayern, he may not have any chance. After all, he is only a substitute in Bremen.

"I don't know if Thomas will replace me in the second half."

"You can replace yourself, aren't you an assistant coach?"

"You're looking for death, aren't you? You clearly know how I became an assistant coach."

This time, Rosenberry on the side was very happy, "Hahaha."

"What are you laughing at, Babyface."

"I'm not laughing at anything."

Chen Mu joked: "Be careful, or Jens won't let you play football in the future."

"Yes." Jeremys put his arms around his chest and made a very domineering gesture, "Thomas said that after he leaves office, I will be the boss of Bremen."

Without saying a word, Rosenberg raised his middle finger at Jeremes.