Chapter 129 Lost in a row

  The third training day.

  Hoffenheim players look solemn.

  In the past two days, they have lost eight goals, and this is the result of two games.

  The result of the game was much more severe than they thought.

  In this game, they need to minimize the number of goals scored.

  Today they need to face the team from the Latvian Super League-Doravia.

  Among many training opponents, this is probably the weakest grade.

   But even so, for Hoffenheim, this is still a strong opponent.

  In this game, Daweed Koch is still in a 4-3-3 formation.

  Goalkeeper: Oliver.

   Defenders: Azoko, Duran Bob, Edgar, Silva.

  Midfielder: Mario, Gray, Lalique.

   Forwards: Ji'an, Biardini, Wei Laoqi.

  In the pre-match preparation phase, the players of Hoffenheim looked solemnly.

  They have already contacted a brand new defensive linkage yesterday. Although they still make frequent mistakes, they have at least found their own way to become stronger.

  Next, they need to improve this defensive system while minimizing goals.

  At the beginning of the game, Doravia started aggressive offense, while Hoffenheim was shrinking the defense.

  Dolavia’s midfielder is their offensive center, and most offenses are initiated by the midfielder. For this reason, Hoffenheim’s tactic is to contain the opposing midfielder.

  Doravia’s central defender was protecting the ball. When he raised his eyelid, he suddenly broke into a Hoffenheim player.

  Jian slapped his horse and killed him, his speed was too fast, causing the opponent to feel that he ran right in front of him in the blink of an eye.

  In a hurry, the Dolavia central defender can only pass the ball to the midfield.

   As soon as Doravia's midfielder took the ball, Mario and Gray rushed over, just like two gates, which directly blocked Doravia's return path and blocked the field of vision.

  The most important thing is that with this change, the situation of the scene is instantly formed with more and less.

  Dolavia's midfielder felt panicked.

  Is this really a fifth-level German team?

  Why can they keep up with us!

  He didn't know that Hoffenheim really couldn't keep up with the rhythm at first, but after two days of beatings, they gradually began to realize this.

  Although it is difficult to intersperse the ball in a fast-paced, but can barely use running to build a defensive network.

  After Hoffenheim's first linkage defense succeeded, the players were also extremely excited.

But when the second wave of offense arrived, their defense made a mistake, causing Doravia to penetrate the back line. Fortunately, Hoffenheim goalkeeper Olibert played bravely and saved this almost inevitable shot. .

  The training match is going on in full swing.

  On the other side, in the Trafford training ground, these star players also looked at the training match between Hoffenheim and Dolavia after training.

  Although this game was a rookie pecking for them, one person attracted their attention.

   "That number seven ran so fast!"

  Trafford player Charlan said in surprise.

  It’s not that he has never seen a fast speed, like Garry Berim of Tottenham United is one of the best.

  "Does he feel like Garry Berim?" Calehon raised his eyebrows.

  In response, Charlland nodded and said; "The style is similar, but compared to Berim, he is far behind."

  Trafford’s leading star Pleny also appeared in front of the isolation fence, saying: "Berim is not a skilled player in his own right, their weapon is speed."

  Speaking of this, Hoffenheim happened to steal the ball in the backcourt, and Silva passed the ball to Ji'an.

  After Ji'an turned around, he sprinted along the side road at a swift speed.

  Seeing this scene, Xia Erlan envied; "It's so fast!"

  Also as a winger, Charlland's speed is not his absolute strength, he is better at the technique and organization of his feet.

  But this does not mean that he has talent in this area, but because the speed is not fast enough, so he has developed this ability.

  As a winger, he naturally wants to try the running of Fengchi Electric Engine.

   Feel the thrill of the strong wind blowing on your face and the opposing player slowly disappearing from your field of vision.

  But his talent is destined to be impossible for him to develop in this direction.

   Therefore, he envied Ji An, a player with innate explosiveness and absolute speed.

   However, the advantages and disadvantages of this Hoffenheim player are equally obvious.

  Except for speed, this guy is terrible in other aspects.

   "Don't look, Sir will be angry!" Callehon suddenly reminded.

  The three of them turned their heads and saw Sir Alex staring in their direction. They shivered subconsciously and hurried back to train.

   Before leaving, Charlan turned to look at Ji An again, full of regret.

  This technology, this speed is for nothing!

  Sir Alex is indeed looking here, but he is not looking at Callehon and the other three, but at the opposite court.

  After seeing Hoffenheim’s name, he always had a faint sense of familiarity.

  It wasn't until the afternoon that he remembered the conversation he had with Menderson a year ago.

  He did mention a Chinese, Hoffenheim, sports director, etc.

  With this premise, he subconsciously looked over. He saw the man with the eastern face in a black suit on the side of the court opposite, and he couldn't help but squinted his eyes slightly.

  A channel without information, but with some turbulence, you can know the changes that European football is about to face in the future. This overall view is worthy of the old jazz.

  "Help me find out about them, German club Hoffenheim!"

  Sir Alex said to the assistant coach on the side.

  The assistant coach nodded and left without asking why.

  About an hour later, the assistant coach came back and said: “There is not much information on the Internet. The club only learned some information after contacting an official of the German Football Association.”

   "Hoffenheim, formerly known as the Meteor team, is now the fifth division team in Germany!"

  "Isn't it the seventh division?" Sir Alex turned his head and asked.

  "They have completed a double jump and will start playing in the German Senior Regional League this summer, which is the fifth division of Germany!" said the assistant coach.

  Sir Alex nodded slightly, and the "double jump" was not too surprising.

  The double jumps in the low-level leagues are nothing. In the level leagues, you can still complete the double jumps. That's awesome.

  "This team started to stand out two years ago. The Germans first recognized them in a match in the German Cup. Their hot opening performance attracted a lot of media attention."

  "Then they were in debt of 20 million euros. For this reason, the German Football Association held a hearing to confirm that they were qualified to repay. This caused a certain amount of discussion at the time."

   "And this year, they merged the two clubs of SC Villa and Newcastle Warriors and entered the senior division league."

  The assistant coach added; “This is a rural team with a certain degree of influence in the local area. According to local media reports, their market is extremely hot and the attendance rate can reach almost 10,000.”

  Now, Sir Alex turned his head in surprise and said, "Ten thousand?"

  The German football market is indeed very hot, but a fifth-level league team can attract 10,000 people to watch the game, which is already a very remarkable achievement.

  In response, the assistant coach nodded and said; “Yes, there are ten thousand people. Of course, there is suspicion of exaggeration.”

  The assistant coach asked suspiciously; "Do you know this club?"

  One is the Trafford godfather, and the other is the fifth-level team in Germany.

  He couldn't imagine what the two sides could overlap.

  In response, Sir Alex said with a smile; "A friend mentioned them, a very interesting club!"

  After finishing speaking, he said with a face, took off his shoes, held them in his hands, threw them towards the court, and roared; "Plena, don’t want to be lazy, I’m staring at you!"

   Hearing this, the dignified Trafford’s top star and Premier League Golden Boot’s super striker Pliny, was scared to run faster.

   "Asshole kid!" Sir Alex cursed in a low tone with a nasty face.

The assistant coach beside    was even more trembling and afraid to speak.

  At Trafford, this master can't be offended by anyone.

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