King Bayern

Chapter 164 Finding a Central Defender

Czech Republic, Rimarov.

It was a very quiet small Czech town. In the afternoon, there were basically no people on the street. Hassler was waiting for the tram on the side of the road.

After getting in the car, Hassler sat down beside an old Czech woman who was reading a newspaper, which seemed to be the sports edition.

"It's too much, is it amazing to be rich?"

Hasler glanced at it, as if it was news about Chelsea.

"Are you German?"

The old woman was surprised. The Czech Republic and Germany are neighboring countries, and the two countries have frequent personnel exchanges. The old woman's father is German and her mother is Czech, so she can speak German.

"No, I'm Czech and my father is German."

"Are you a tourist from Germany?"

Hassler was embarrassed. He didn't have any cover at all, so he wasn't recognized?

"Correct."

"You like football?"

"Look at it once in a while."

"Who do you like most?"

"Nedved."

Hassler nodded, that is also a player that Hassler likes very much. If 1860 is a big club, then Hassler must sign Nedved. It is a pity

"Do you watch the Bundesliga?"

"Don't watch, you have to pay."

"Hehe, so realistic." Hasler thought to himself.

After saying goodbye to the old lady, Hassler got off the tram and walked towards his destination.

"It should be here."

Hasler looked at the photo, which was the Czech defense player Ujfalusi, and behind the photo was the address he inquired about.

Coincidentally Ujfalusi's name is also Thomas.

The doorbell of Ujfalusi's house is not as advanced as that of Yarolim's house. There is no visual system, only sound.

"Who?"

"Thomas."

"roll!"

"It's a fucking prank again."

It's like a person named Xiao Ming picks up the phone and asks, who is it?As a result, the other party replied that I was Xiao Ming.

After a while, the doorbell rang again. This time Ujfalusi couldn't bear it anymore, picked up his baseball bat and rushed out.

"The wicked child of that family, get out of here."

"Hehe, Thomas, why are you so angry?"

"Thomas!"

As a player in Germany, Thomas Hassler certainly knew him, "Why are you here?"

"Come to travel."

"Hehe, why don't I believe it?" Ujfalusi thought to himself.

In the living room, Ujfalusi searched for a long time, but in the end there was only beer.

"beer?"

Hasler's brow was sweating, "Don't the Czechs have anything else to drink at home?"

"Good."

"Thomas, let me guess, you probably want me to join 1860."

Hasler smiled. Unexpectedly, Ujfalusi's style of life is similar to that on the court, both simple and rude.

"You should have read the news, Costa left, I need a reliable central defender, and you are the right one."

Ujfalusi smiled, "Thank you for admiring me, and you can come to me in person, but I have to answer you, no."

Hassler is not surprised, persuading a player to join is not easy, unless it is a team like Barcelona, ​​Manchester United, or Real Madrid.

"Why don't you hear what I can offer you first?"

Ujfalusi shrugged, "I'm a simple person, so I don't want to waste your time."

"Well, I want to ask, why your answer is so sure that you don't even think about it."

"I don't think 1860 will be successful."

"Depend on."

Straight male cancer turns out to be so hurtful, and Hasler now hopes that Ujfalusi can be more tactful.

"Thomas, maybe it's impolite for me to say this, but this is from my heart. I don't think 1860 will be successful. 1860 doesn't have all the elements of a wealthy family."

"Is there any on the burger?"

Ujfalusi laughed, "No."

Hassler was puzzled, but in an instant, Hassler understood that Ujfalusi must have gotten a better offer.

"who is it?"

"Florence, but I wish you would not speak of it."

"Don't worry, my mouth is not that big."

Hassler understood why Ujfalusi would say that, but Hassler didn't want to give up, after all, Florence is not a wealthy family.

"I remember that Fiorentina will not qualify for the European competition next season."

"It doesn't matter, what matters is that Florence is better than 1860."

"Maybe not."

"Come on, Thomas, I'll treat you to a meal, and then you go back to Germany."

"Ok."

This meal obviously couldn't be very happy. Halfway through the meal, Hassler's cell phone rang, "Hello, David."

"What? You agreed to join 1860, so good, I'll ask the club to make an offer right away."

"David? Which David? There are probably tens of millions of people with this name in Europe."

Ujfalusi chuckled and asked, "I'm not gossiping, who is this David you signed?"

"You know, your teammate in Hamburg and the Czech team, Davia Rolim."

As soon as this remark came out, Ujfalusi froze and became hungry, and dropped the fork in his hand.

"What? He joined 1860?"

"Correct."

"impossible."

"Haha, then you can ask him yourself."

The relationship between Yarolim and Ujfalusi is very good. The most important thing is that Ujfalusi believes in Yarolim's vision. Since he joined 1860, it means that he is optimistic about 1860, at least better than Hamburg.

That night, Ujfalusi called Jarolim, who confirmed his decision to join 1860.

"why?"

"Because I am optimistic about 1860, they can win the German Cup, and they can create more miracles next season. In addition, I would like to advise you not to go to Italy, but to stay in Germany."

Ujfalusi was completely stunned, "Can you tell me a reason?"

"There's no reason, just a feeling."

If someone else said that, Ujfalusi would scoff, but Yarolim is different.

"I've seen a lot of successful transfers and a lot of failed transfers, not many Czech players have succeeded in Italy."

This is mainly because the style of Czech football is still relatively similar to that of German football. Under normal circumstances, Czech players also prefer to go to Germany.

Putting down the phone, Ujfalusi thought a lot. His German is very slippery. If he goes to Italy, everything will have to start again. Is it really necessary?Ujfalusi was also shaken at this time.

A week later, Ujfalusi called Hasler.

"Thomas."

"Thomas."

"I have decided to join 1860."

"Ah."

"That's it? Why aren't you ecstatic."

"Hehe, I've seen big scenes. When you were still wearing crotch pants, I won the World Cup."

Ujfalusi's forehead was sweating, and he suddenly felt like he was showing off his wealth in front of Bill Gates.

"But you are still welcome to join, Thomas, I can assure you, you will not regret it."