After some fog, Sloka looked at the watch in his hand. The game was about to start in 15 minutes. It was almost time to finally work harder. He slapped his right hand heavily on the tactical board, attracting everyone's eyes. "I want to ask a question, does anyone know what is different about today's game? Does anyone know how the outside world sees us after we defeated Barcelona last season? Does anyone know how the outside world sees us after we won the Champions League? Does anyone know, can you tell me?"

The locker room became very quiet, and everyone seemed to be recalling the time last year, but still didn't know what the head coach wanted to say.[]

"It seems that no one has noticed this, too. At that time, including me, we were all in the joy of victory. Who would care about other things? Then let me tell you that everyone calls our victory the victory of the 'civilian' and our champion the 'civilian'. What does this mean? Does anyone tell me what this means?"

The atmosphere in the locker room became a little depressing, a little silent, and a little indescribable. Only everyone's breathing was heard.

"Imagine if last year's Champions League champion was Manchester United, if we had the last laugh with Barcelona, ​​then the outside world gave us only one evaluation: the dark horse is just a dark horse, and it will never become a white horse. It is natural for the giant team to win us, and it is even more natural for us to lose. No one cares about our strength, right?"

There was a trace of fire in the eyes of Schalke 04 players, and everyone looked up at their coach and waited for him to continue talking. Before preparing for this game, everyone actually discovered that Sloane Ka's attitude was different from usual. In the past, no matter which opponent he faced, Sloane Ka always performed very excitedly. Whether in front of the media or within the team, he always said something encouraging and inspiring, but this time he has not been like this. In the old saying, this is not his style.

"So, still that question, what's the difference in this game?"

Qin Tian showed a smile on his lips. He understood the coach's abnormality and meaning, "We will fight Barcelona for the second time, and we will defeat the opponent again."

Sloka smiled, without answering Qin Tian's words, and looked at the players around him, "You all know how much you get a week, how much you get a month, how much you get a year, and some of you even have advertising income. No matter how much or how much you get, they still have some income. But what I want to tell you is, I'm sorry! The money you get is just a fraction of others' advertising, and maybe the money you earn in one year is already the amount of money you earned in one year.

Including me, I have been working in Schalke 04 for almost two seasons, but I’m sorry that I earned less than the other guy’s first season. Haha, maybe I can make so much now, and I have to thank you for winning those championships last year. To be honest, I’m not willing to give up, really. I have proved my value, but why would a person who has not proved his value make more than me?

Let’s talk about you, some of you have no worse strength and potential than the other, so why do you earn less than others? Are you so willing?"

The locker room is quieter. For professional players, as long as they are not doing too badly, this is not a problem. But how to say, sometimes if you don’t get a high salary, it means that you are not strong enough to outsiders. Has anyone seen NBA players take the initiative to reduce their salary? Unless they really have to fight for the championship, veterans will be willing to reduce their salary. If there are a few who will take the initiative, they can’t afford to lose this person.

So when Sloka talks about this, it is a bit vulgar, but after the vulgarity, it is a very elegant. In the eyes of the wealthy families, teams like Schalke 04 are considered teams of the "poor" class, with very different backgrounds and records. But this does not mean that ordinary teams do not have their own blood!

OK, since you are a wealthy team, we are here to ruin the situation. The evil anger in each Schalke 04 player was hooked up by Sloka. Even those who understand what Sloka is playing like like can't help but curse in their hearts.

Seeing the players' reactions, Sloka secretly became proud, "Think about our winning bonus again. Oh my God, maybe that's just a fraction of the opponent, so young men, I'm honored to tell everyone that we are the damn moneyless owners, and in the locker room across the corridor, those rich men wearing gold and silver. But the football field is not a game of numerical measurement. Whoever has more than 0 behind will win the championship. We can win the opponent once, and then we can win the second time. Let us take their butts hard!"

"I don't know what you feel, but I like here, Camp Nou Stadium, oh! I'm excited to think about it. Barcelona's home court, here, after 90 minutes, we laughed to the last time, and the other party went to their mother cry like a wronged child. Don't you feel very happy?"

Sloka became more and more excited as he spoke. He had one foot on the stool, and his expression was like a weird uncle who was bewitching the child...

"Haha, you guys don't seem to react much. Yes, the young players in your area are really bad. If this happened in the era when I was a player, I would kick their asshole hard, and I would see them once and once, until they tremble when they hear my name, curse people, and want to boo me. Think about it, in a stadium with booing, the original owner was pressed on the lawn, haha, double..."

At this time, the singing and ridicule of the opponent's fans in the locker room became louder and louder, and of course, there were insults from some radical fans. The names of each Schalke 04 player were mentioned, especially several players who came to Camp Nou last year, especially Qin Tian.

"Qin, listen, listen, they are singing for you alone, don't you feel anything?"

"Kuranyi, what about you? Aren't you known as the Bundesliga beast? Now? Are you soft?"

"Falfan, oh, yes, you were still hiding in the Netherlands at this time last year? Listen, the Peruvian boy who couldn't find the goal direction, they sang so well."

Seeing Falfan's face turned red and his fists were creaking, Sloka would not let him go so low. "I heard that Barcelona also likes you, but there are too many experts in their formation, so it's a pity that you can only choose our "civilian" team at the end."

As soon as these words were said, Falfan's eyes immediately turned bloody and he stared at Sloka.

"Very good, it's this look, it's this look. Look, Falfan's expression is very good. Forgot our previous achievements. Yes, from this game, starting with Barcelona's opponent, we beat him one by one, Team Universe? Bah, we'll hit him back to Earth."

I am a failed player. Before I met you, I was also a coach who was unlucky and failed, but it doesn't matter. I came to Schalke 04. I have you. Your performance made me feel hope and gave me the opportunity to show my dream. So, I hope you all can realize my lofty dream, a little coach, and let us stand at the top of Europe again."

Sloka finally showed his dream to his players for the first time at this time. Schalke 04 players, including Qin Tian, ​​have been deeply trapped in the idea of ​​this crazy coach and shouted one by one, "Kill them!"

“We are the no.1 of Europe.”

"Great Schalke 04, Barcelona go eat shit."

“Start from tonight…”

Qin Tian followed everyone and howled. At this time, everything is rational and calm, let's go fucking. What we want is victory, victory!

"Go up! Fuck them for me." Sloka waved his hand hard in the direction of the door, and eleven towels flew into the air. A group of players who looked like hungry wolves screamed and rushed towards the player passage.

Under the invasion of heat waves, the players entered the court. The Camp Nou Stadium was full of madness and noisy sounds, which made people with fragile nerves fall into a state of collapse. When every player of Schalke 04 was introduced on the broadcast on the scene, the booing of the entire stadium was unified and shocked, until Qin Tian's name appeared, it reached the highest level.

The moment Qin Tian stepped onto the lawn, he turned to look at the former Camp Nou King on the Barcelona coach's bench, Guardiola, calm and elegant, less arrogant as a player, but more wisdom as a coach. He was standing quietly on the side of the court, watching his team members slowly enter the court.

Looking at the luxurious lineup of Barcelona opposite, the usual 4-3-3 formation, goalkeeper Valdes, four defenders Alves, Puyol, Marcos, Abidal, midfielder Toure, Xavi, midfielder Messi, Iniesta, and Henry partnered with Etoo on the forward line. Perhaps Marcos is the only weak section in Barcelona's starting lineup, but if you want to attack him, you have to get rid of Toure and Xavi in ​​front.

Xavi is good at attacking and defending, and passes with one kick in a superb way. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the best midfielder in the world at present. Although he has never won the title of Footballer, no one doubts his ability. Iniesta in the front midfielder is nicknamed Novice, but his skills and consciousness are not Novice. In terms of comprehensive ability, Messi is still above Messi. The midfield where the two of them are in the field can be said to be a perfect match, one is good at passing the ball and the other is good at breaking through.

On the forward line, Messi's position is never fixed on the court. Although he is small, his strong breakthrough ability, accurate shooting and short passes, and outstanding consciousness are also one of Qin Tian's most powerful opponents in this era. Needless to say, Henry and Etoo's past record has been explained very well.

Qin Tian also noticed that Pedro and Busquets on the bench, the core players in Barcelona in the future, will also have outstanding talents and future achievements.

It is worthy of being the Universe Team, with the bench as deep as the starting lineup.

"Beep", with the referee's whistle, a focus battle in the semi-finals of the 2008-09 Champions League, kicked off on time at the Camp Nou Stadium.
Chapter completed!