Before going to South Africa, the German team played two warm-up matches against Hungary and Bosnia and Herzegovina.

The opponent's strength is not strong. Obviously, it is more based on practical considerations of drills and tactics.

In these two games, the German team easily won, showing a good competitive state.

In fact, the physical conditions of German players are generally stronger than those of other league teams.

The reason is also very simple. There are only 18 teams in the Bundesliga. In the league alone, it is 4 rounds less than other leagues.

For example, the English players are very tired, they are the FA Cup and the League Cup, and the domestic cup is just tossing them to death, and there is no winter break. The iron man can't stand it in a season.

After the two warm-up matches, the German team flew to South Africa and officially began their trip to the World Cup in South Africa.

"It turns out that South Africa is also very good!"

"There are so many white people!"

"I thought South Africa was a poor country in Africa!"

"I was wondering at that time, how did South Africa become a host through FIFA inspection!"

"I even thought there was any shady and scandal inside."

"Are you saying something interesting?"

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After getting off the plane, I took a bus to the hotel. On the way, Mueller kept chirping beside Ye Feng, and his mouth couldn't stop.

"Except for football and Lisa, you tell me what else is in your head?" Ye Feng said angrily.

"I'm not good at physics, can't you be gentle with me?" Mueller pretended to be ashamed.

"Geography! I'll say it again, it's geography!" Ye Feng is going crazy, and I really don't know how Lisa can tolerate such a second-hand.

You know, just on the plane, Ye Feng fell asleep. Mueller actually sprinkled a little water on Ye Feng's chest. When Ye Feng woke up, he told Ye Feng, "This is your drool!"

Ye Feng was embarrassed.

If it weren't for Cross to secretly inform him later, Ye Feng thought he had a crooked stroke.

"I'll tell Mr. Heinks in a minute, I'm definitely not in a room with you." Ye Feng hummed.

Mueller's expression brightened instantly after listening.

"That's great, I'm really afraid you rushed to my bed at night!" Mueller began to vomit badly, "God knows what you have experienced in Schalke 04, it is estimated that it was given by the unreliable group of miners The belt is broken."

Then, there is no more.

Mueller was beaten by four miners such as Hevedes, Westman, Kuranyi and Neuer, and Lisa could not recognize them.

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In the final preparations for Durban, Durban was also the first German match against Australia.

Before the official start of the World Cup, Ye Feng was interviewed by German national television at the base where the German team stayed.

The host is a beauty, but it is not the type that Ye Feng likes, so Ye Feng will never show his brother like the other guys who were interviewed before.

"I'm very happy to be able to sit down and interview you!" The hostess smiled at Ye Feng after the opening speech.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, "Actually, I don't mind if you sit beside me for an interview!"

The hostess was stunned, and then smiled, "It seems that the rumor is true, you must be very open at the nightclub!"

Ye Feng laughed, "There is definitely such a possibility. Although I didn't go to the overnight store once, but if I have the opportunity to go, like you said, I must have eaten very well."

The smile on the hostess's face disappeared on the spot, and I already wanted to scold my mother.

What are you saying that you never go to the overnight store?

Ma, do you want to say that your twin brother or brother went to the nightclub?

She has done so many shows and interviewed so many players. She feels that Ye Feng must be the most shameless one among them, probably not one.

"That's really a pity, you have a chance, you can go to the nightclub to take a look!" The hostess gritted her teeth.

"Oh, by the way, what questions do you want to ask me? I'm too private to answer!" Ye Feng didn't care whether the host was happy or not.

The hostess adjusted a little bit, and his excellent professional qualities finally restored him.

"Mr. Ye Feng, what is your expectation for the German team's trip to the World Cup? Entering the quarterfinals? Entering the quarterfinals? Or finally winning the Hercules Cup?"

Ye Feng rolled his eyes, this question is simply too idiot.

If it’s not why the championship, what are we doing?

Do you think our goal is "to score a goal, get a point, win a game"?

"We don't actually have any goals. We participate in the competition with a learning attitude. As long as we can accumulate experience, this trip is worthwhile. As for the results, it doesn't matter!" Ye Feng has decided not to cooperate with this hostess's interview So, it started to talk nonsense.

"What? Are you kidding me?" The hostess never thought that Ye Feng would give such an answer. "They all said that your goal is only a champion!"

"You all know that the goal is the championship, you still ask?" Ye Feng asked angrily.

If the hostess's professional qualities are good, I'm afraid he will run away on the spot.

"So, do you hope you can score a few goals in the World Cup? Any thoughts on the World Cup Golden Boots?" The hostess continued to ask questions after calming down.

Ye Feng is very willing to answer this question, or even if there is no host to ask questions, he will also mention this topic.

"I don't think about scoring goals. It's my goal to win a team. It doesn't matter if I personally score or not!" Ye Feng replied modestly.

The hostess is really going to collapse.

Since the second half of last season, Ye Feng has always emphasized that he does not fight for golden boots, and he does not care about golden boots. In the end, he still takes golden boots, and there is nothing more arrogant than him.

And now, Ye Feng actually uses this routine again!

Won't you just change a pattern?

"Yes, you don't fight for the golden boots, and then the golden boots fall on your head, don't you?" The hostess smiled angrily.

Ye Feng scratched his head, but didn't expect his thoughts to be seen through, which made him a little embarrassed.

But it doesn't matter, the dead duck's mouth is hard, it's just not to admit it.

As for Ye Feng's true thoughts, only he knows.

"Ma eggs, the Bundesliga golden boots have been taken, so why can't the World Cup golden boots be taken?"

In the German team's tactical system, Ye Feng's long shot is an important part. As long as Barak presses the impact force to squash the opponent's defense line, then the power of Ye Feng's heavy artillery can be maximized.

What's more, the heavy artillery's goal on the weak brigade is really the sharpest.

If you play well, maybe the group stage will lock the Golden Boots!

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