"What's wrong? Jurgen."

Seeing that Klopp looked bad after hanging up the phone, Kravitz asked with concern.

"I'll make a call." Klopp did not answer the question. He went directly to the bathroom to wash his face, and then called back the phone.

"Sir, I'm really sorry. I thought you were angry." said Mats Hummels, who had just hung up the phone because Klopp suddenly hung up.

He had just told Klopp that he had decided to leave Dortmund and go to Ibiza to play football, but he hung up the phone.

"Matts." Klopp's face turned gloomy. "I drank too much and didn't hear it clearly just now. You say it again."

"Coach, I accepted the invitation from Coach Fang Jue and decided to play football in Ibiza, Spain." said Mats Hummels.

"Matz, you know, I value you very much." Klopp rubbed his temples and kept himself awake as much as possible. "We talked on the phone before, and I painted my blueprint for Dortmund like you, and you are very important in this blueprint, and you said you are willing to play football for me."

"Yes, sir, but I'm really sorry." Hummels apologized first, "But Coach Fang Jue invited me to Ibiza, which is an invitation I cannot refuse."

Klopp finally understood that what made Hummels change his mind was because of the invitation of Ibiza coach Fang Jue.

"What did that guy promise you? High salary? Main position? What a grand plan did he describe to you?" Klopp asked unhappily.

"No." Hummels said, "No, but he called me in person, and the moment I received the call, I knew I could not refuse."

"Mr. Klopp, I'm really sorry, you are a very good coach and a good person. I'm sorry you can't play football under your hands."

Bang!

Klopp threw the big pork elbow bones out and hit the window glass, making a harsh sound of sugar bean curd.

He was so angry.

He and Hummels personally met with him to comfort the young defender and described the great blueprint to the young Hummels, which successfully inspired Hummels to continue to play in Dortmund. For this reason, Klopp was still quite happy and proud. Unexpectedly, the divorce declaration was like a tornado, and it came too suddenly. As soon as he turned around, Hummels told him that he was going to Ibiza. What made Klopp most angry was that the reason why Hummels changed his mind was just a call from Ibiza coach Fang Jue!

Yes, it was just a call, no description of a grand plan, no promise of a main position, just an invitation call, and then Hummels changed his mind and agreed to go to Ibiza.

If Ibiza had used a high salary or other irresistible temptation to hook Hummels away, Klopp would be angry, but he wouldn't be so angry.

It's like when my girlfriend breaks up with him and tells him that she is with another man. He asks, why: He is richer than me? He is handsomer than me? He is higher in education? He is better than my family?

My girlfriend told him: I don’t know, I just know that he is very capable and better than you.

This is a humiliation of bullying the big one!

"Hummels is going to Ibiza?"

"Why?"

Several of Klopp's assistants also went to wash their faces. When the wind blew, they woke up a lot and asked anxiously.

"I'll call again." Klopp nodded, calling him to Mats Hummels' father and agent Herman Hummels.

"Mr. Hummels..."

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Klopp." Herman Hummels said before Klopp finished speaking, "I know the purpose of your call. I have persuaded Mats, but unfortunately, I didn't succeed. I don't know what happened to this kid. He is determined to go to Ibiza. Really, I have never seen this kid do something so resolutely. I support him to stay in Dortmund and play football under your hands, but I can't persuade him to change his mind."

"Okay, I get it." Klopp gritted his teeth, "I want to thank you, Mr. Hummels, despite this."

Klopp's face looked ugly after hanging up the phone. He was looking forward to Dortmund's coaching career. He had been discussing with his assistants in a lively discussion for the Bumblebee's next season and the blueprint for the next several seasons. In this case, Hummels's "betrayal" can be said to have given him a blow.

Fang Jue poached Hummels with just one call, which was like a slap for the ambitious Klopp. Although outsiders didn't know about this at all, Klopp, as the person involved, seemed to feel like he was slapped.

Klopp picked up the beer glass, and after a glass of wine, he wiped his beard and slapped his mouth randomly.

Ibiza.

Fang Jue.

He remembered it.

"Zelico." Klopp had a gloomy face. "I made up my mind that Lewandowski and Reus, at all costs, must get at least one!"

He wants to take revenge.

Didn't you poach my Hummels?

I'll take away your baby.

Of course, it cannot be said that it is pure revenge. Klopp had been optimistic about Lewandowski and Reus before and decided to poach, but his determination and willingness at that time were not so strong.

...

The team led by Ms. Roberta, the sports director of the Ibiza Club, rushed from Ibiza to Cagliari, the capital of Sardinia, Italy the next day.

Ms. Roberta represented the Ibiza Club to negotiate and negotiate with the player's father and agent Herman Hummels on Mats Hummels' personal contract.

As the player's father, Herman Hummels did not make any excessive demands on personal salary. However, he was very concerned about Hummels' attention in Ibiza, playing time, etc., and he once asked to write the guaranteed conditions for the number of appearances into the contract.

However, this is an impossible request.

Just when Herman Hummels was still persevering, his son spoke, "Dad, I have confidence in myself."

"The number of appearances written to the contract is useless. There are many ways to avoid them. Only when I am strong enough can I gain attention."

Herman Hummels looked at his confident son and nodded with satisfaction. This is his son, talented, confident, strong, and hardworking enough, and his pride.

"And, most importantly, I believe in the coach." Matts Hummels said seriously.

Should I kill this bastard? Herman Hummels was thinking that he really couldn't understand what happened to his son? What poison was he infected? He had never even met the head coach of Ibiza. He agreed to join Ibiza without hesitation just by calling, and he trusted this person so much.

I have never trusted this bastard so much even in his dad!

Kill the ball!
Chapter completed!