At the end of the game, Zheng Zhi looked around at the quiet Bayer Arena and almost thought that the fans had all been exposed, but who knew that almost no one was moving. Except for a small number of Frankfurt fans waving the eagle flag, fans from other places sat there like sculptures. Obviously, Leverkusen's defeat made them too sad and they no longer had the strength to stand up and walk out of the stadium.

The frustrated Leverkusen player had already escaped into the player's passage in shame and did not dare to stay here for even a second.

But when he reached the mixed zone, the captain Kirsten was still stopped by the reporters waiting for somewhere. The head coach was not there, and as the captain, he still had to take some responsibility, so he stayed for an interview. No matter how difficult it was, he still had to face today's defeat as the captain.

"Ulf, what caused you to lose today?"

"I don't know either, but obviously we shouldn't have such a big defeat. I'm ashamed of the team. We're sorry to the fans watching the game. This is not the real Leverkusen. To be honest, I almost escaped from the court and I'm afraid to see the tears of the fans in the stands."

At the age of 34, Kirsten always has more feelings than others. Even when facing fans, he feels more guilt than others.

"Is it because of Daum?"

Kirsten raised his eyebrows, "Of course it's not the reason for the coach. We firmly support him. The reason we lost today is just because we played too badly and we didn't play the skills and tactics required by the coach. We may have lost our ambitions. The opponent's desire to win is really strong. Their goals from beginning to end are very clear. We gave up in the second half, and the result is even more miserable."

...

Just as Kirsten was interviewing, Shuster's figure flashed past.

"Hey, Bourne,"

The reporters immediately chased after him and tried to stop Shuster, but Shuster did not stop, but walked towards the door of the home team's locker room. As soon as he reached the door, he shouted out loud.

"Hey, bastard,"

"Don't thank me!"

"You just keep hiding inside!"

He said three words, full of sarcasm. Of course, this was said for Daum. He had earned this face back...

Kirsten clenched his fists tightly, and he really wanted to rush up and press Shuster to the ground and beat him up. No matter what conflicts Shuster and Daum had with him, Daum was always his head coach or a good teacher. Shuster ran to the door to insult Daum, which was too much.

"Birnd, although you won, you lost your respect."

"I originally admired your strength, but as soon as you said these words, I instantly felt that you were too disappointed."

Kirsten responded coldly to Shuster, "You are not welcome here. Please leave here immediately, otherwise I will ask the security guard to send you away with your dirty mouth."

Shuster was a little surprised. He didn't expect Kirsten to talk to him like this. He was about to say something when the referee walked over.

“Birnd,”

"Please keep your respect for your opponents. I don't want to write these into the game report."

The referee couldn't stand it anymore and walked over to drive Shuster away.

Shuster looked disappointed, and did not fight back against Kirsten, and turned around and walked back.

It doesn't matter, there is a press conference, and I can continue to play at the press conference, Shuster sneered in his heart.

"Zheng,"

“Attend a press conference with me.”

He shouted Zheng Zhi, and he wanted to take his disciples to the press conference to show off his power. Zheng Zhi actually didn't want to go. There was too much news recently, and it was overwhelming, but he couldn't refuse. And judging from Shuster's meaning, it seemed like he was going to make trouble today.

After approaching Shuster, he whispered: "Boss, I think it's better to be low-key, right?"

"Some things that are too much will make everyone disgusted."

Sometimes, he does feel that Shuster has done a little too much and is not considerate in many aspects. He cares too much about his own thoughts and ignores the other party's feelings, whether it is an enemy or a friend. This will create too many enemies and lose many friends.

Judging from his psychological age, he is actually one year older than Shuster.

However, his words obviously made Schuster unhappy. Schuster's eyes became a little surprised, and he looked at Zheng Zhi a little unfamiliarly.

"Are you sure this is something you say from your mouth?"

"Whether on and off the court, we should hit our opponents. This is a psychological tactic. Maybe we won this time, what about the next time? Nothing is more successful than defeating a coach. I can give Daum a 0:5. In the future, as long as he meets me, he will remember clearly. He will always be uncomfortable. Similarly, the players are the same!"

Shuster was so confident and conceited that he could not think he was wrong, but instead educated Zheng Zhilai.

"Zheng, you're too young. Maybe you can't understand it now. Do you know why who is happiest after I broke the news at the press conference? It must be the bastards of Bayern Munich. If Leverkusen loses Daum, Leverkusen will be nothing, do you understand? Beckenbauer and Heness are both laughing because we have helped them get the most difficult opponent."

Zheng Zhi did not speak, closed his mouth tightly, and then nodded. What Shuster said was right, it actually made sense. However, Zheng Zhi did not agree with this.

Schuster's set is somewhat similar to Mourinho's set later, both of which are playing psychological warfare.

However, if you do anything to win, such a victory is not necessarily very happy. Since you want to defeat your opponent, you will defeat you on the court, rather than continue to play tricks outside the court. Use ball skills to conquer and use ball skills to make your opponent tremble. Isn’t this a higher level?

Zheng Zhi does not deny it, does not affirm it, and does not support it...

"Don't think I'm cunning, dirty, and mean."

"This is just a tactic." Shuster still muttered in a low voice. In fact, he also hoped that Zheng Zhi would recognize him. He was sarcastic by Kirsten just now. Now that Zheng Zhi came to persuade him again, he naturally felt even worse.

"I just feel that we can win more grace and make our opponents more scared."

“Milan did it.”

Zheng Zhi brought out the example of AC Milan. Yes, do you need to play these in the years when Milan dominated Europe?

No……

"Milan?"

"hehe……"
Chapter completed!