King Bayern

Chapter 200

When they arrived in Moscow, the minus 15-degree winter made the players wake up immediately, and Jeremys shrank his head. "It's no wonder that the German army suffered so much difficulty in this ghost place."

In this case, even walking is difficult, let alone kicking out, so CSKA Moscow's home field is artificial turf, mainly it doesn't matter.

But the gap between artificial turf and natural turf is huge, especially for professional players, and even worse, many people are allergic to artificial turf, such as Balotelli.

"Children, I contacted a piece of artificial turf. Let's get used to it as soon as possible. It's not easy. I don't know how the stadium situation in Russia is?"

The only natural grass pitch in Moscow is the Luzhniki Stadium, but that's not CSKA's home ground.

After lunch, the players boarded the bus and came to a training ground.

"Why do I feel something is wrong? Why is it getting more and more desolate?"

In Germany, the stadiums are generally open, but in Russia it is not so advanced, and many stadiums will be abandoned.

Hassler also found it strange, but fortunately the driver was German, "Is the direction correct?"

"Don't worry, I have been in Moscow for ten years, and my wife is from Moscow, no problem, Thomas."

Finally the bus stopped in front of what looked like an abandoned factory.

"Moscow is short of money recently, and there is no repair here, but the lawn is still good, artificial."

But when the player stepped on the lawn, he realized that the "good" in the driver's mouth was too watery.

Baier squatted down and stretched out his hand to press on the lawn. It was full of plastic particles, obviously in disrepair.

"Head, we are professionals and cannot play in a stadium like this."

Hassler stepped on it with his feet, and was also very dissatisfied, but there was no other way, and it was estimated that he could only find such a court.

"I understand now why it was like a nightmare for Real Madrid and Barcelona to play in Russia."

"Everyone jog as much as possible and adapt slowly. Let me tell you, this is the best training ground I can find."

In fact, it is not that there are better stadiums in Moscow, and there are indoor football fields, but they are very "patriotic" and did not accept the application of 1860.

"One two one."

"One two one."

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After 10 minutes of jogging, the players' bodies were fully warmed up, and Hassler began to do simple passing and catching training.

But in this lawn situation, even a 20-meter pass is difficult to be accurate, and the ball is bouncing on the lawn.

Hassler understood that the lawn was uneven. In this case, even a pass master like Pirlo could not pass accurately.

Paul said, "Boss, I don't mean to be lazy, but in this situation, it seems like we really can't play football."

Hassler nodded, but if there is no pre-match training, what about the player's state?

"Head, can you ask the German embassy in Moscow for help, the Russians can't bully us, right?"

Hassler shook his head, "I understand these Russians, even if they agree, they can delay, for example, for a few days, what can you do?"

Bayer was at a loss, "Then shall we wait in the hotel until the game is over and go back to Germany?"

"Of course not."

When Hassler was helpless, suddenly he saw the heavy snow beside the court, and remembered the time when he played snow fights when he was a child.

In fact, when the condition of the course is not good, it is more beneficial not to remove that layer of floating snow. They are like natural fillers, filling up the potholes of the course.

"I thought of a way."

"what?"

Hasler told about his experience of playing football when he was a child, and the first reaction of these boys was to be stunned.

They are all the younger generation born after the rise of the German economy. The infrastructure of German football is already very good. In this case, the original local method is no longer worthwhile.

"Is this okay? Could it be worse?"

"I played football like this when I was a child, don't you think I'm pretty good!"

Paul looked Hassler up and down, and said something desperate, "Boss, is this why you are so short?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Paul, you are courting death."

"Paul, we mourn for you."

"Paul, have a good meal."

"Paul, I won't beat you now, but when I get back to the hotel, I will beat you."

"Hahaha."

Under the leadership of Hassler, everyone took a shovel to move the snow on the side of the court to the middle of the court, and then paved the ground as if it were a layer of ground.

After about 20 minutes, the stadium seemed to be covered with a layer of white cement. Fortunately, it was cloudy today, so it didn't look dazzling.

"Okay, let's start training now."

"Really?"

Hassler gave Bayer a blank look, "Daniel, you are the one who talks the most."

Hasler walked to the snow with the ball, and then waved at Bayer, "Then let's practice first."

Hassler tossed the ball to Bayer, who stepped on it, and then aimed at Hassler to pass a grounder.

After the ball was passed, Bayer was very happy, and the familiar feeling of passing the ball came back again, "Come on, you can indeed train."

The players stepped on the field one by one, from being cautious at the beginning to running with strides later.

"Cool."

And everyone also discovered a special benefit of the snow, that is, it doesn't hurt if you fall down, and the snow is a natural blanket.

In the end, these players went crazy and started to snowball and have a snowball fight. A huge snowball hit Paul's body.

Paul was almost knocked to the ground, "Fuck, you are besieging me."

Paul was tall and had a big target, so he was easier to hit, and when he finally figured it out, he crouched down.

Then he rubbed a big snowball on the ground, ready to attack Jeremiah, but Paul didn't understand a reason, the praying mantis caught the cicada and the oriole followed.

Just when Paul was about to play tricks, Chen Mu and Baier had already stared at Paul. They were carrying a snowball the size of a basketball, and were going to give Paul a good heartbreak from bottom to bottom.

Paul had a good laugh, just when he was about to throw the snowball in his hand, why did he feel his head was weird.

Then Paul felt the coldness in his head turn into a sting of ice, and finally he realized what had happened.

"Chen Mu, Daniel, I'm going to kill you."

Hassler and Balakoff on the sidelines laughed, "It's nice to be young, I really want to go back to when I was 20 years old."

"If you did it again, would you still play playmaker?"

"of course."

Just when 1860 was having fun, someone on the second floor in the distance couldn't be happier. He was the head coach of CSKA.

"Hehe, I have created such a great difficulty for you, but it is still so enjoyable."