King Bayern

Chapter 273

"What do you think made Werder Bremen trail 0-1 in the first half?"

"Maybe it's the lack of wealth background."

"Or Schaff, he should have put the right players on the field."

"I think it's still a matter of running in."

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The first half ended 0-1. It is naturally impossible for the major German media to be polite to Werder Bremen during the intermission.

Schaff didn't lose his temper or even say anything, he just put Rosenberg, Jeremiah, Borowski, and Hund on the court and didn't let them return at halftime. The locker room, but the meaning is very clear. If these people on the court do not do well, then I can change at any time.

Chen Mu, Diego, and Marcelinho sat in the corner drinking water, and the three giants were all thinking about their own problems.

In the end, Chen Mu was the first to stand up, "Diego, Marcelo, let's chat like men, how about it?"

The other two nodded, indicating that there was no problem, but what they didn't expect was that Chen Mu's firepower was so fierce when he opened his mouth.

"I think the three of us played like shit in the first half, what do you guys think?"

There was a hint of surprise on the faces of the two, but they calmed down immediately. After a short silence, Marcelinho laughed and gave a thumbs up, "Hahahaha, I agree, even I think we kicked less than shit .”

But Diego can't hold back anymore. He was the core of Bremen's midfield last season. What are you two newcomers?

Diego stood up, "I think it's better for us to go out and talk."

Diego's tone was already very bad. Chen Mu nodded and looked at Marcelinho. The latter shrugged, implying that he was afraid of whom.

"Thomas, we have something to talk about."

Schaff nodded. He has played in the Bundesliga and Bundesliga. He is very familiar with this. Many things in the team need to be solved by the players themselves, and no one can intervene.

Out of the locker room, Diego finally didn’t need to suppress his voice. He pointed at Chen Mu’s nose, “What did you mean just now? Let me tell you, when you didn’t come last season, we won the third place in the league. , and look at your two teams, 1860? To relegation, Hertha Berlin? Ha ha."

Diego's meaning is very clear, even if we played like shit in the first half, it is the problem of the two of you, and it has nothing to do with me.

Everyone has a temper, especially for newcomers. Later, Paris Saint-Germain Cavani and Neymar fought for a penalty kick. Diego thought: "You two outsiders want to compete with Lao Tzu for the core. I bother."

"Diego, this is your fault." Marcelinho said.

"Really? Then take off my number 10 and give it to you."

Marcelinho breathed a sigh of relief, but Chen Mu said with a smile, "Maybe you really don't deserve the No. 10 jersey."

Damn it, I wanted to grab my No. 10 in just one month, and Diego almost went into a rage, "Okay, it depends on your ability."

"It's best for you both to keep your words to a minimum."

Now that the conflict was clear, Chen Mu didn't hide it anymore, but went back to the locker room and said to Shaf, "Head, I think the number 10 in the team should be changed."

As soon as these words came out, the locker room became quiet, what is this?Isn't this Chen Mu too fucking arrogant, to seize power in the first match?

At this time, Diego's expression was like that of a dead father, his fists were clenched tightly, but he couldn't hit anyone.

Chen Mu chuckled, "No. 10 should be the core of the first team, the one who helps the offense the most, everyone agrees?"

Everyone nodded. Although Chen Mu was very arrogant, there was nothing wrong with his words, and Shafu could only nod his head.

"Then what is the strongest? Empty talk is always not enough, you need real data, right?"

There is nothing wrong with that.

"I think it should be like this. Before the winter break, the team's assist leader should wear the No. 10 jersey."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was still stunned, completely stunned, because this Chen Mu had an arrogant attitude, but every word he said could not be refuted. I couldn't find anything wrong with it, so I could only nod blankly.

Unexpectedly, Chen Mu went to Schaff's tactical board, erased everything that Schaff had written, and then wrote three names, Chen Mu, Diego, and Marcelinho.

"Starting from this game, the winter break is over, whoever has the most assists, then the No. 10 will be his."

Schaff was wondering why this guy emphasized assists instead of goals. Suddenly, Schaff figured out that assists need to pass the ball to teammates, and that means that the increase in assists must be done with the cooperation of teammates. If Maradona wants to get assists, he can only cooperate with his teammates.

Thinking of this, Shafu chuckled. He understood that Chen Mu was not only unselfish, but also selfless.

Now that Chen Mu said so, Marcelinho nodded, "I think it's fair, number 10 is the organizer."

Although Diego was very upset, he still nodded.

A crisis was resolved in this way. Shaf didn't speak, but everyone was a little surprised. Chen Mu, who thought he was honest, turned out to be so tough. Since then, many people have changed their views on Chen Mu, especially Ke Luo. Ze et al.

After the intermission, the players walked out of the locker room one after another. Jeremys came over and said, "Chen Mu, I heard that you are very tough in the locker room."

It's true that good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles.

Chen Mu chuckled, "Have you heard about it?"

Jeremys gave a thumbs up, "In the first game, I competed with the core of the team for No. 10. I have to say this. You are better than me. I admire you."

Chen Mu also had no choice. Otherwise, the three of them would be in a mess. Not to mention that the game was useless, it was impossible for them to perform well in the subsequent games.

Jeremes smiled and said, "Don't worry, if there is a fight, call me."

"Jens, don't you think about women, alcohol, and fighting in your mind? We are all civilized people, use your mind."

"Damn, you still dare to talk about me."

"I said what's wrong with you?"

"I'm also an assistant coach after all, okay?"

"Not paid."

puff.

Diego looked at Chen Mu from a distance, his eyes were burning, "Look, yellow-skinned bastard, I want to show you the pride of Brazilian football, you are dead."

Marcelinho on the other side is very calm. Anyway, he doesn't want to fight for No. 10, he just wants a stable job, and Klose, who is on the forward line, is faintly worried and hopes that this battle will not affect the unity of the team.