In the locker room of the home team at Ao went to the stadium, everyone was talking and laughing, massaged and relaxing. Ozil had taken off his shoes and raised his legs on Marin, looking careless, and did not feel the smell of sweat emitted from his damn shoes.

Sloane was still smiling and only caring about praising his players' performance. He was very satisfied with his performance in the first half. You should know that he could lead Hoffenheim 3-0 in the first half. This result was really great. You should know that Hoffenheim is not a rookie. They drew with Bayern in the last round. If the opponent's performance in the first half of the schedule was not strong enough, they would have already ensured the quota for European games next season.[]

The goal was second to the point, and the key was to completely suppress the opponent. In the first half, Hoffenheim only had three shots, and his two kicks were not within the goal frame. The passing success rate was also less than 50%. The offensive tactics on the court were quite monotonous, and they basically crossed to the side. Under the defense of Boden and Pique, Hoffenheim's forward could not grab the first point.

In addition, Hoffenheim players did not do the defensive against Schalke 04 core players. At the beginning, he was still good at defending against Qin Tian, ​​and sometimes even made Qin Tian feel uncomfortable, but with the arrival of the first goal, Hoffenheim felt a little broken.

Apart from praise, Sloane didn't say anything else, just keep it well. Compared to the kindness here, Hoffenheim on the other side seems to be more serious. Randall is not a person with a good temper, although he is not as good as the hair dryer like Ferguson in the Premier League.

In the locker room, except for the sound of drinking water and wiping sweat, everyone sat in their seats honestly. Some looked at Randall, some lowered their heads, and several assistant coaches did not speak loudly, saying something in a low voice, even gesturing carefully.

Suddenly, the tactical board in the locker room was punched to the ground, and Randall's little temper exploded, "Damn, what's the bullshit? In the last game of this year, you just fucked me. European War, European War, am I the only one? You guys? They are huddling at home, can't attack, and the defense is messy, OK. They played great in the first half, with 3 balls, should you add 0 in the back?"

Randall looked around and said, "How come a group of cowards, how can they not even take the championship? They can't even play the ball? Just surrender in the second half, ah, what do you think? I think it's good. Nelson, how about it? Don't play in the second half, it's embarrassing, so let's throw it to the end."

"You think about it yourself, think about the years we had in the Bundesliga again, or even the days of the lower first-tier league." Randol stopped saying anything, but he had already finished saying anything. Most of the Hoffenheim players' faces turned red, and I don't know what they were thinking, but the second half would definitely be different from the first half.

This is the case with football games. Sometimes it is impossible to win, so should you give up? No, you must play with momentum. You can lose, but you can't lose, otherwise you will be in a slump in the future.

Just as the second half began, Hoffenheim mobilized the entire army and almost taught Schalke 04 a lesson.

Eduardo received a pass from the backcourt and went forward along the left road. The defending him was Ozil. Eduardo leaned forward with his upper body and spiked the ball with his left foot, making a move to break through Ozil's right side, but this was just a fake move. He poked his left foot forward, and his body was as clever as a cheetah.

When Ozil turned around and wanted to chase him, he was already blocked by Eduardo with his body. At this moment, only Westman was left in front of Eduardo. However, Ozil did not continue to dribble the ball, and suddenly passed it to the penalty area. Boden was too rash in handling the ball. The header was not far away. After Copado got the ball, he directly shot with one kick.

The ball had a clear arc in the air, bypassing Neuer's fingers, but luck! You still need this thing at the critical moment. The ball hit the crossbar and popped out of the bottom line. Copado was also extremely regretful, hugging his head tightly with his hands, pouting something on his mouth.

Sloka was very dissatisfied with the team's defense of this ball. His expression on his face became irritable in an instant, yelling at the team's defense line, especially Boden and Pique in the middle actually lost their positions, which is undoubtedly a very inappropriate thing for an old player.

"It's finally interesting." On Hoffenheim's coaching seat, Randall leaned leisurely on the coaching seat, chewing gum in his mouth, and laughed and said something with great interest to the assistant coach beside him. Such a posture almost made people mistakenly think that Hoffenheim is the leader.

After a relatively successful attack, Hoffenheim obviously played the rhythm he wanted. They began to return to their previous style. They began to show off their offense. Nelson passed the big foot of the backcourt to Obasi on the forward line. The latter stopped the ball with his chest and pushed it to Copado in front of him. Copado quickly transferred the ball to Eduardo's feet on the left. Eduardo took two steps and shot at the goal with one kick. The ball slightly deviated from the goal with a strong rotation.

The game became more intense, and Schalke 04 was no longer the first half, and both sides attacked each other. Now it depends on who is more patient and who can score the goal first. If Schalke 04 scores, then the main players can get off the court and rest. If Hoffenheim scores, the game may be more intense.

The goal came very quickly, at least not as slow as expected. In the 71st minute, Falfan received a ball from Qin Tian's back, took off his chest, turned around and immediately wiped it into the penalty area without slowing down his speed. Yankel kept following him tightly. Falfan suddenly stopped and knocked the ball back to the back, followed by Rakitic behind him with a powerful shot.

The ball hit the goal straight, goalkeeper Ozjan saved the ball, and the ball landed on the left. Baker just stopped the ball and passed it with a strong force from behind to squeeze Baker to the side. Marin rushed out from the diagonal back, stretched forward with his left foot and grabbed the ball over. Baker staggered. When he wanted to get the ball again, Marin had already moved into the penalty area.

Marin passed the ball and looked for the back point. Ozil jumped high and hung the ball towards the top of the arc. Qin Tian suddenly appeared at the landing point and was about to volley. He was hit by Teber beside him and fell directly to the ground. However, Qin Tian still tried his best to fall and rubbed the ball towards the penalty area.

The ball rolled slowly and slowly. Kuranyi reacted quickly and had rich experience. He couldn't see the referee. After pushing his elbow to Nelson beside him, he stepped forward and shot low. The ball was very fast and rolled into the penalty area from under Ozjan. 4:0, Sloka had already put the victory in his pocket.

In the end, Schalke defeated his opponent 5-1 at home in 04. It was Obasi who scored a goal for Hoffenheim. He took advantage of the team's corner kick opportunity to score a header. In the 82nd minute of the game, Sloane replaced Qin Tian with Kobe and accepted the enthusiastic chapter of the fans of the game. Qin Tian still completed his hat-trick in this game before the game was over, and the total number of goals in the Bundesliga this season reached 30.

The undisputed Qin Tian won the Bundesliga Golden Boot this season. In addition, Qin Tian is likely to become the winner of the Champions League Golden Boot this season. The key to whether he can win depends on whether Messi can score in the final between the No. 28 and Manchester United. Now Qin Tian has 8 and Messi has 6. If Messi can score a hat trick in the final, he will beat Qin Tian to become the winner of the Champions League Golden Boot.

At the end of the game, Qin Tian stood up from the bench and accepted his teammates' congratulations. Qin Tian also hugged each teammate one by one, thanking him. Although Qin Tian felt a little tired after playing for a season, it was still very exciting to have a beautiful ending in the end.

After Qin Tian finished washing, he packed up his things in his storage cabinet. A scent of cigars floated over and the familiar smell of male perfume.

"Qin, have you decided to go to which club? You must know that the stands are quite lively today," Sloka leaned against the door frame.

Qin Tian turned his head and looked at the respectable coach with a smile, "Not yet, boss. Some teams have contacted my agent, but I decided not to reach a substantial conclusion with any team before the end of this season, haha."

"You are a good guy, really, it is my luck to meet you and the team's luck." Sloka stretched out his right hand.

Qin Tian also stretched out his hand, a little sad, "This is also my luck. Sir, I hope to play football under your hands if I have the opportunity. I have had a happy life in the past two seasons, and I have left a good impression on me. There is also a game where I owe a champion to the team."

Sloka felt quite emotional. Looking at this young man with unique modesty and never pride, he came earlier than anyone else in every training and left later. Sloka felt that it would be difficult for him to have a chance to meet such a player in his future coaching career. "Qin, do you remember when I said I gave you a gift at the beginning of the season?"

Sloka took out a small cardboard box from his cabinet, "This is for you. I believe it will be of great help to your future career. OK, I wish you good luck, Qin!" Sloka patted Qin Tian on the shoulder and turned around and left.

Qin Tian opened the box and found discs and football information discs. Each one marked the time and star name, Zidane, Rivaldo, Pirlo... It was indeed a very good gift for Qin Tian.

"Thank you, boss," Qin Tian thought in his heart.
Chapter completed!