"Okay, brothers. Let's cheer up. We didn't lose. Don't be sad. Everyone did a good job. Although it was a bit regretful, this is football. Next time we go to the Allianz Stadium to kill them." Qin Tian pulled up his teammates who were lying dejected on the lawn one by one, patting the grass clippings stuck to them, and calling his teammates to prepare to go back to the locker room.

Hearing the whistle of the referee's ending game, Ao, who had originally been a little quiet, suddenly "slap", first a small part of applause, followed by a lot of applause, and finally it gathered into huge applause. Whether it was the fans of Schalle 04 or the fans of white Munich, everyone stood up to give the players on both sides the warmest applause.

The same head coaches on both sides, Sloanka and Klinsman, also stood in front of the player passage and applauded their players.

This applause already contains everything about this game.

Amid the applause of the sky, Qin Tian and his teammates slowly walked towards the player passage one after another, watching the fans in the stands exude sincere smiles. At this moment, the fans' tolerance made Qin Tian really move, clapping his hands with the fans close to the player passage. At the moment when he was about to enter the player passage, Qin Tian took off the battle robe he was wearing and threw it hard towards the stands, "Thank you", shouting loudly.

On the team bus, the fans outside the window were still lined up on both sides of the road, waving their hands to the team, and blew kisses. There were cheering sounds everywhere. Everyone opened the windows and waved their hands to the fans, gradually moving further and further.

"Hey, everyone played well in today's game. It seems that the whole team is normal except for me, the head coach who is not performing well," Sloane joked.

"Hahaha……"

"Boss, you're so sad for us."

"Yes, my young heart feels deeply hurt, you should compensate us."

There was a sad voice in the carriage.

"Captain, please communicate with the coach. Anyway, the game is over, and everyone is not in a hurry to go home. Should I go and have a happy evening?" Ozil usually calls Qin Tian seriously when he asks Qin Tian for something, and the expression on his face should be so stingy and stingy.

"Yes, yes, Qin, go and ask the boss for a treat." Just as Qin Tian was about to fight back at Ozil, Marin's head emerged from behind and said in a low voice.

"Why did I go and say, I'm not hungry yet? Judging from your appearance, you must be hungry, you go and say." Seeing the shrinking appearance of Marin and Ozil, Qin Tian refused very simply.

"Who told you that we respect the captain, and you scored goals in several consecutive games and performed coquettishly. Who wouldn't go if you don't go? Look at how guilty the boss is now, and he looks like he can't sleep without asking for it. We can't be too selfish." Looking at Ozil's serious look, Qin Tian felt as if he saw a holy halo on his head.

Qin Tian's rejection was obviously Ozil's expectation, and he told his own truth without thinking.

"You are a bitch..." Qin Tian rolled his eyes wide, stared at Ozil seriously for a few seconds, and found that he was still blushing and his heart was not beating, and he was speechless.

"Well, this title is my lifelong pursuit." I have to say that since Ozil got into trouble with Kulanyi, he was so thick-skinned that he could drive the high-speed train. At this moment, he heard Qin Tian's harsh words and looked gentlemanly. He stood up and bowed slightly, his tone was quite calm.

"I..." Seeing this situation, when seeing Englar, Menne and other beasts who had already surrounded him, Qin Tian said very weakly, "It seems that we didn't win the game today..."

Seeing that the lethality in everyone's eyes became stronger and stronger, Qin Tian knew, yes! It seemed that he couldn't run away this time, so he shook his head and stood up and walked towards Sloka. However, if Ozil heard what Qin Tian was thinking, he would definitely drag Qin Tian back, "Eat, you want to eat, right? Let's see if I won't play with you to death."

"Boss, Ozil asked me to ask you just now. Since you feel so guilty, please invite us to have a big meal to make up for your sadness. Ozil said that as long as he eats a meal, he will be in a good mood and will not blame you anymore, and he is so hungry that he can't stand it."

Walking to Sloka's side, Qin Tian cleared his throat and suddenly spoke loudly. The sound was so loud that everyone knew everything in the car from front to back. The bus, which was originally noisy, suddenly became silent like a dead end. Of course, what was about to collapse was Ozil, whose face became extremely ugly.

Ozil never thought that Qin, whom he trusted the most, would "betray" him without hesitation, especially now that coach Sloane is staring at him with a deep look. I regret it. Ozil's intestines are green. If I had known, I would never have let Qin ask me if I had known. When did this kid suffer a loss?

"Well..." Sloka was silent, with bright eyes on his face without any expression, staring at Ozil for several times, "Jerry, let's change the way, don't rush back to the club, let's go to Dream Blue Bar now, it's safer. Indeed, let's all relax tonight to make up for my inner guilt towards you, right, Ozil?"

Sloka said the last sentence, especially when "Ozil", the veins on his neck burst out, and now Ozil, who was huddling behind the carriage, only felt his legs trembling.

"Okay, sir, don't worry." Jerry has been driving a bus for the team for more than 10 years, and his skills are nothing to say. After looking at the current location of his bus, he turned around cleverly and headed to Menglan, a very high-end fan bar in Gelsenkirchen.

After Qin Tian completed the task, he returned to the back with a smile on his face, regardless of Ozil's almost fiery eyes. However, because he was still a little nervous, Ozil did not dare to rush over to tie Qin Tian's neck. After a few dozen seconds, Ozil saw that the coach seemed to have forgotten about this and was about to pinch Qin Tian's neck, the coach spoke.

"Mariska, show me tomorrow's training plan." Sloanka faced the assistant coach and his voice was loud.

The ears of the whole team were erect because everyone knew that the meal was here.

"Well, Marisca, what's going on? Why are there so few training volume tomorrow? How can we do it? We don't seem to beat Bayern Munich today. That's it. Today, if all the players who played in the game are twice, and those who did not play are twice. Ozil performed outstandingly and had a strong energy, then three times. I believe everyone is satisfied."

"Swish", everyone's eyes swept towards Ozil. If his eyes could kill, Ozil would have been cut into pieces, so that you, a foodie, would only know how to eat.

Ozil Khan was raining!

Fifteen minutes later, the bus drove into the parking lot specially prepared for Schalke 04 by Blue Dream. Under the leadership of Sloane, Schalke 04 players walked into the bar one by one.

Of course, with the arrival of Schalke 04 stars, it naturally caused screams and exclamations from the fans in the bar. Fortunately, the bar is indeed of high quality, and the quality of those who come here is not low. Although I saw the arrival of the stars, no one rushed over to ask for autographs and photos, but just exclaimed gently and clapped. Obviously, everyone was satisfied with the game tonight.

Under the arrangement of the staff, Schalke 04 and his group soon arrived at a private room. Under the arrangement of Sloka, two hundred bottles of Caesar beer were placed on the table in the private room. Sloka opened a bottle with great ease and skill. "Everyone, I have to say something before drinking. Thank you very much for your performance tonight. You are really great!" Sloka looked at the players around him with thankful eyes. After all, he did make a mistake in the on-site command today.

"So, today I would like to invite everyone to have a drink, but I have a simple request. That is, I don't like extravagance and waste. There is no problem for many of us to kill all the wine on the table. If you feel it's not enough after drinking, you can ask for it again, but you can't waste it. If you can drink more, you can drink less. Isn't this a requirement simple?"

Everyone nodded. It was indeed a very simple requirement and a very desirable thing.

"Also, Ozil, come on, I was in a bad mood today, but when I think of you, I was in a good mood." Sloka's smile looked like a wolf grandmother, "Then, here are 10 bottles of Caesars, you have all included, and there are 5 bottles of Chivas here. I don't care what you drink, in short, I'll be happy after you are completely drunk in your stomach, but once you haven't drunk all, haha, I'm not happy, then you..."

"Huh" a cold wind blew, and the other Schalke 04 players looked at the 15 bottles of wine in front of Ozil in a daze. When they heard what Sloka said, cold! Cold! Fear! You can't offend coach Sloka even if you die. This is a consensus that everyone quickly reached after seeing Ozil's pale face.

"Hi, gentlemen, what's the daze, kids, let Vaughan start to enjoy it, raise the bottle of wine in your hands, cheers," Sloka raised the bottle of beer in front of him, and shouted loudly at the players who were still sitting seriously.

"Cheers!" Although the scene of 200 bottles of beer was shocking, and although Ozil's fate was about to be miserable, what's up to him? Forget today's game, leave it to the Allianz Stadium for the match that did not determine the outcome with Bayern before solving it. Everyone picked up the beer bottle closest to him and held it high. The scene of dozens of bottles colliding in the air was enough to shock people's nerves.

"See you at Allianz Stadium, Bayern Munich." Qin Tianyi raised his neck and drank beer "gudong gudong". He didn't care about the slightest bit of beer flowing down the corner of his mouth, flowing into his thriving heart.

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Chapter completed!