Legendary Road

Chapter 103

In the last round of the Bundesliga before the winter break, the strong dialogue between Dortmund and Bayern Munich has attracted the attention of many media.

It was not Germany that reported the most relevant information, but the distant Asian continent. The name Yan Jing spread throughout the whole country like a virus for which no vaccine was developed.And this momentum reached its peak when Dortmund drew Real Madrid in the Champions League round of sixteen. Fans were talking about the new look of Dortmund this season, and of course, the Chinese who brought all the changes.If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would be really hard for them to imagine that a person from a football desert country could do such a great job in Germany.

Although in the eyes of fans in European countries, Yan Jing's achievements are not worth mentioning at all, but for Chinese fans, Yan Jing has brought them a great surprise-the first player to coach a Bundesliga team Chinese, and soon he became the first Chinese to lead the team to the last sixteen of the Champions League.

Regardless of whether Yan Jing, a young man, is just a short-lived beauty in the Chinese football world, the talk he brings is enough to inspire fans for a long time.

Because of Yan Jing's denial, Lambert did not publish news about Odon Cole's upcoming departure from the team.In this game, Sebastian Kell returned from injury, and Dortmund, who played away, finally shook hands with Bayern Munich 1-1 with Odon Kerr's goal.Such a result is not bad, and Dortmund fans packed up their home clothes and planned to have a happy Christmas with joy.

However, their good mood was ruined at the press conference after the game. Yan Jing personally admitted that Odon Kerr would not play in Dortmund in the second half of the season, which was tantamount to a bolt from the blue for them.

How hot has Odonkel been in the first half of the season?His scoring efficiency is even higher than many well-known super strikers. He arranged most of Dortmund's goals in the first half, and he is definitely the hottest striker in European football.

But the team actually wants to sell such a hot forward during the winter break?

As soon as the news came out, the outside world raised various speculations and doubts about Dortmund's finances.Yan Jing has always ignored these things, and whenever a reporter asked a question in this regard, he directly ignored it.

Three days later, Nuremberg came to Westfalen aggressively, but after 10 minutes passed, the 3-0 number on the scoreboard made them swallow the bitter fruit in despair.

The focus of the media's attention was not on this hearty victory, but their eyes were on Yan Jing's starting list.

16-year-old Lars Bender made his debut in this game, 17-year-old Coentrao, Suarez, 21-year-old Thiago Silva...

When explaining the game, Dicker couldn't help but calculate the average age of the starting roster given by Xia Yanjing, and the result made everyone look sideways.

"The average age of this Dortmund team on the field is less than 23 years old! The oldest on the field is our high center Jan Kohler, who is already 32 years old, and after that is the full-back Dede..."

After the game, when Dicker and Feyer made a summary of the game, he believed that these young people who are not yet eye-catching will definitely bring them surprises in the future.

As soon as the German Cup ended, the last game of 2005 also came to a successful conclusion.Yan Jing announced in the locker room that the team would be disbanded on the spot, and that the reassembly time would be at nine o'clock in the morning on January [-]rd.As soon as Yan Jing's voice fell, Coentraan cheered and took out the bag that he didn't know when he put it away from the corner of the locker room-since he came to Germany, he hasn't been home for a long time.

"Boss, I'll send you presents for Christmas!"

Coentraan, who was dragging his bags, greeted Yan Jing before going out. Hearing this, other players expressed dissatisfaction that they also wanted Christmas gifts, and Coentraang laughed and ran away.

The pure white snowflakes were sprinkled on the earth by God before Christmas Eve, and each piece formed a different posture through the Wanhua mirror, dancing down from the sky with melodious Christmas songs, and gathered into a beautiful silver dress. Wrap the whole city in heavy winter coats.

Royce and Gotze walked on the street. They both wore thick down jackets. Royce, who was afraid of the cold, even covered his entire neck with a scarf.

"Mario, what do you want to buy? I have already walked two streets with you."

Getze, who was walking in front, let out a breath of white air. He was not as afraid of the cold as Royce.

"I have not decided yet……"

Royce struggled to get his hands out of his pouch, quickly pushed the sagging scarf up to cover his lips, and then immediately retracted it into his pocket.

"Are you going to buy someone a Christmas present?"

"It's for the boss, I gave him a tie last year." Goetze looked around, and then pulled Royce into a small gift shop, "It's the one he wears every game. "

Stepping into the store, the comfortable heating finally made Royce dare to expose his entire face outside. He straightened his hair in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the store, and idled while staring at Gotze in the mirror.

"Oh, a token of love with Mario's heart on it——"

Gotze was almost choked, feeling guilty for a while, reached out and grabbed Royce's hair and pulled it out.

"Marco, don't think I can't cure you just because you're taller than me!"

After the two quarreled, Gotze, who was facing a pile of things, followed Royce's suggestion and bought a black scarf.Getze stood in front of the cashier and repeatedly asked the clerk to wrap the gift box better.

Royce on the side turned his head twice with a click of his tongue, and his hair scratched by Gotze was reflected in the glass window.He paused, then looked at the storefront opposite the glass window, which happened to be running a hair salon.

Getze took the gift box from the clerk, and he was happy, when suddenly he felt a strong grip that led him out of the warm gift house.

The gift box in his hand was almost shaken out because of this, Gotze exclaimed and stabilized his center of gravity, and turned his head to see that it was Royce who was pulling him away.

"Marco, what are you doing!"

"Go get a new haircut!"

On the evening of Christmas Eve, almost all the shops on the street were closed.Yan Jing walked on the road alone, with the Christmas gift he just received from Gotze wrapped around his neck, and the cashmere kept the chill out.

The heavy snow hasn't stopped since yesterday, and the temperature is getting lower and lower, but the scarf around his neck is like Gotze wrapping his warm arms around him, making Yan Jing feel warm all over his body and mind.

Yan Jing left a series of lonely-looking footprints on the snow. He walked into a park near Aotelia's house and planned to take a shortcut back.

The elderly and children who usually play and exercise in the park have gone home, and there is no one around. Only snowflakes quietly sink into the lawn under the dim light on the roadside and the sunset in the sky.

Yan Jing looked at the sky, he had been busy with work every day for a long time and had no chance to experience this beautiful silence.

At this time, accompanied by the soft and bright melody of the acoustic guitar, a cold and clear female voice was singing in a low voice, like snowflakes falling suddenly, suddenly but not abruptly.

"Blackbirds singing in the dead of night..."

This is...the Blackbird of the Beatles.Apart from football, music is also Yan Jing's major hobby, and among them, his favorite band is the ever-legendary band The Beatles.

"Take these broken wings and learn ofly..."

Who is singing?Yan Jing couldn't help but turned his head and began to look for the source of the singing.

"All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise."

Finally, Yan Jing found the singing girl under the big tree not far away.

The girl holding the guitar is not what Yan Jing imagined.The wonderful singing came from her red lips, which were slightly thinner than European women. According to Yan Jing's visual inspection, her height was about 1.6 meters [-], and she was very slender and looked very young.The black ponytail was tied high with a skull rope, and a bunch of blood-red hair was left on the right side of the head to hang down to the collarbone. The well-trimmed willow leaf eyebrows were draped with slanted eyes decorated with black eye shadow.She has a beautiful almond face, with cheap imitation rhinestone studs on her earlobes, and red light shining in her downcast eyes. Yan Jing guessed that she probably wore colored contact lenses.The girl didn't close the zipper of her coat, revealing a baggy black T-shirt with "Fuckyou" spray-painted on it. The T-shirt was skewed, and even the collarbone on the left was exposed, and there seemed to be a tattoo underneath.

This is a real rock and roll girl.

The singing stopped abruptly, and it was obvious that Yan Jing's overly focused eyes could not be noticed.The girl glanced at Yan Jing, put away the guitar with her right hand wearing a fingerless glove, patted the fine snow that fell on the black jeans, and took two steps out with her canvas shoes facing away.

It's so cold if you don't zip it up... It's a strange guy to dress like this and go to the park to play guitar and sing on Christmas Eve.

Looking at the girl's back, Yan Jing's heart was filled with curiosity, he suddenly wanted to be impulsive, and blurted out the words in his heart to the girl without thinking.

"Today is Christmas Eve, don't you go home—?"

Yan Jing's words made the girl in front of her stop. She turned around, and the guitar on her back did not prevent her from taking light steps.

The girl walked up to Yan Jing and stared at him up and down for a long time, with an unruly smile on her lips.

"Can you handle it?"

The street lamp suddenly began to flicker, and two shadows under the lamp were elongated on the silvery white snow.

Yan Jing saw this sentence tattooed under the collarbone of a girl who was a head shorter than him.

Allyouneedislove.