number one striker

Chapter 7 debut
"Marcus, Marcus, what did you do?" During the intermission, Caesar entangled Marcus, insisting on pointing him out.

Everyone looked at this Caesar with a big change in temperament with some doubts. He had a vicious face yesterday, but why did he become a chatterbox today? Could it be that he changed his temper in a fit of anger, ah, no, his personality has changed, right?

Marcus sat on the ground drinking water, and listened to Caesar whispering to him with some embarrassment: "I heard that Gotze's younger brother is very big. If you really can't guard against him, you should focus on the lower three lanes. I don't believe that you can drag his brother and he can still run."

The goalkeeper next to him, Burkat, hid away immediately after hearing this. This guy must be the one, how could he understand such things so clearly.

Marcus hastily interrupted the topic of Caesar going further and further away, saying: "I know, I will work hard in the second half."

"Very good, I am optimistic about you." Caesar patted him on the shoulder, and went to torture Burkat again.

"Dad, this game is really boring." Sarah's little face was flushed by the wind, like an apple covered with icing sugar.

Kugel also shook his head. After all, the opponent is Dortmund U19, and you can't expect them to do well.

"Cheer up! Uke is right there! Do you want me to embarrass me in front of him?" Heimstor understood that the players were weak and had to work hard to support them.

It's just that it's impossible to attack now, and it's difficult to defend. Unless the opponent releases water to get Gotze off the field, the team can only be passively beaten.

On the other side, Schneider is asking about Gotze's physical condition.

"It's okay, the opponent's moves are very clean, and I can still play another half." The immature face was lifted up, this is a little guy who made the whole Dortmund look forward to it, and Schneider was looking forward to seeing him lead the team to the top of Europe.

"Well, take care of yourself."

In the second half, Kaiser sat on the sidelines full of hope when he changed sides and fought again, but the result still disappointed him.

"Coach, is that Burkat your godson?" Caesar asked recklessly.

"If you don't shut up again, I don't mind beating you as the third grandson." Heimstor said through gritted teeth.

On the court, Gotze still dribbles the ball leisurely. In today's German football, he is an outlier.At this time, the captain of the German team was still Ballack, and he was particular about the Jagged Chariot, but there were not many technical players like Gotze.

With all his strength, Marcus finally used his physical advantage to overwhelm Gotze and poked the ball out from under his feet.

Immediately afterwards, Miguel Dotorledo, the core midfielder Spaniard, turned around and passed the ball directly. The ball passed through Dortmund's midfield defense.

"Opportunity!"

"Come on! Eric!" Kugel waved his fist excitedly. The young man named Eric Wagner is the future star of the team and the nephew of Kugel's friend.

However, this title did not bring him anything. Wagner was caught up by the opponent's central defender Julian Koch even though he occupied the position.

Caesar could only curl his lips helplessly below, if it was him.
Tsk tsk tsk, that picture is too beautiful to imagine.

Heimstor also looked disappointed. The thought that flashed through his mind just now was the same as that of Caesar. If it was him instead of Wagner, the ball might have a better chance.

After missing the opportunity to counterattack for the second time, Heimstor turned around and saw expectant eyes and Caesar covering his mouth.

Hey, hey, I didn't say anything!
Heimstower snorted and hooked his fingers: "Caesar! Come here!"

"Don't hit people, and don't hit people in the face when you hit people, it hurts your self-esteem." Caesar walked over evasively, but was grabbed by Heimstor.

"Bastard, did you oversleep and sleep your brain out? Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Heimstower grabbed his shoulders, pointed at Dortmund's defense and said, "Give you 5 minutes to warm up, and then go up and smash Dortmund's defense to the ground! You are the fastest in the team, don't let me down! Uke is watching you!"

Caesar nodded, took off his down jacket and began bouncing around to warm up.

The drowsy Sarah was suddenly woken up by her friend Leia.

"Sarah! That guy is on the field!"

Sarah raised her heavy eyelids, only to see the dancing idiot trotting over.

"This idiot! Who told him to run around the field!" Heimstor covered his eyes. It was the first time he saw a guy running around the field to warm up in his 30-year career.

Caesar sprinted and trotted in front of everyone, his target was Royce.

Anyway, after this game, I will definitely enter the first team, so it would be good to get to know him earlier.

"Marco." Caesar stood in front of Royce, his feet were still moving up and down.

Royce looked at the hand in front of him strangely, and then at the guy's wide-mouthed smile, not only shook his head, but where did the team find such a strange guy.

"You idiot! Who told you to find someone to chat with! Come back to me quickly!" Heimstor's roar crossed the court, and even the players in the game turned their heads to look over.

Caesar didn't understand why, so he yelled, "Isn't it five minutes yet?"

Dortmund's bench laughed. It's no wonder that the red and white Allen is a second-tier team. Such a treasure is still in the team. I'm afraid the coach's heart is a bit big.

Uke also covered his face and shook his head, did this guy figure out the situation?

Seeing Heimstor's jumping feet, Leiya couldn't help but said, "Go back quickly."

Royce grabbed his hand and shook it: "Come on! Be good!"

Caesar just wandered back.

"I told you to warm up! I didn't ask you to go shopping!" Heimstor scolded Caesar bloody, and the teammates on the bench were surprised. Is this the Caesar he knew?

"Okay, coach, if you don't send me up, the team will lose." Caesar pointed to the scoreboard. Dortmund scored another goal just now, and now the score has come to 4:0.

Heimstor said unhappily: "Then you still have time to play tricks for me?! After going up, stand on the front line and try to give me a shot!"

Caesar's legs went limp for no reason, and the coach's speaking style was too wild.

"Look! They replaced that idiot!"

"Why, let him play tricks for us to see?"

"Boy! Do it again!"

Caesar couldn't care less about hearing other people's sarcasm at this meeting, he jumped up and down on the sidelines, looking at the court expectantly.

I am coming!
(End of this chapter)