Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 180 Anger

The final score of the game was 3:2. Hoffenheim struggled to score three points at home with Murphy's penalty kick.But didn't all the players have joyful expressions on their faces, and they left the scene in a hurry.Mo Fei's injury made them not have any interest in celebrating.

The fans in the stands also left quickly.They were going to the city hospital in the city center, where Mo Fei's injuries might be heard.Of course, some radical and angry fans ran outside the stadium, where the Stuttgart bus was parked, and they were going to leave a deep lesson for the opponent.

Lannick sat in the news booth with a gloomy expression, and below was a group of eager looking reporters.Christian Gross was sitting next to him, and his face was also ugly.

In fact, Rangnick really didn't want to participate in the post-match press conference. He was in a bad mood.His mind is not here at all right now, if possible, he would rather show up at the city hospital immediately than sit here and chat with a bunch of boring people!

Gross is very clear that he will be the target of bombardment by the media and fans after the game. Although Tashche is the one who fouled, everyone will regard him as the black hand behind the scenes whoever makes him the head coach of Stuttgart.

Seeing Lannick's gloomy expression that seemed to be dripping water, Gross coughed twice in embarrassment, and spoke boldly.

"For this game, I think Hoffenheim played better and they deserved to win. They were brave, uh, brave, I admire them."

Gross obviously wanted to break away from the topic that everyone cared about most, and talked about it everywhere.Without waiting for the reporter to ask questions, Rangnick buzzed in an indifferent voice: "Courage? Bravery? Who the hell cares about this! I just want my players to be fine!"

"Ralph, you should know that this was just an accident!" Gross' face became even more embarrassed.What Lannick said was the truth, he was powerless to refute, so he could only lower his head and whisper.

"Accident? What an accident! Who knows if someone arranged it like this!" It was fine if he didn't say this, but when he said that, Lannik stood up like a wounded lion and glared at him angrily.He didn't believe that some players would do such unprofessional things, it must be instigated by someone behind them.

He didn't specify who the instigator was, but his tone was aimed at Gross. The meaning is obvious, your player shovels, who else is not ordered by your coach?

He wronged Gross, and he was very angry with Tashcher's actions.While he did instruct his players to play more defensively, he wasn't crazy enough to ruin opponents' careers.It's all because of that dazed Tashche, the damn bastard!
"Ralph, please calm down!" Gross knew that the title of "behind the scenes" was a given by himself, and he was powerless to refute it, so he could only comfort him in a small way.

"Calm down?" Lannick sneered, and suddenly made a move that surprised everyone.He stood up abruptly, overturned the news table in front of him, and the black microphone rolled to the ground.And Gross fell to the ground when he was caught off guard.

"Calm down! Talk to me about calm down! My player is still lying in the hospital, and I still don't know how his injury is! I'm so calm on your feet!" Rangnick yelled wildly as he stared at Gross with red eyes .If he was given a gun now, no one would doubt that Lannick would dare to pull the trigger.

Gross was completely stunned.He has known Rangnick for many years. After all, they are all living in the football circle of the Bundesliga.In his memory, Lannick always had a pair of gold-framed eyes, and he was as gentle as the most humble gentleman in England. This was the first time he had seen such a gaffe.

Gross was terrified.His first reaction was that Lannick was crazy. He made such a gaffe in front of many reporters, and he could easily imagine what would be written on the headlines of tomorrow's newspaper.But thinking about Lannick throwing an old punch at Tashche in the field, he felt that it was nothing.

"He's a lunatic." Gross got up from the ground with his head down, and stood aside without saying a word.

After a short period of sluggishness, the reporters below quickly reacted, rushed forward, and pointed the microphone at Lannick, who was still full of anger.

"Mr. Ralph, do you know that your behavior is very bad now? You have set a very embarrassing and bad example to the fans all over Germany!"

"Coach Ralph, can you talk about how you feel now? We are also very outraged by Mo's injury and hope he can return to football as soon as possible."

"Ralph, what do you think of this red card of yours? Rushed into the pitch and committed violence. Such bad behavior is likely to make you face penalties from the German Football Association. Suspension and fines will definitely come as scheduled."

The reporters asked questions like a cannonball, completely overwhelming Lannick.

Lannick slightly calmed down his excitement.Of course he understands that his actions are likely to be punished by the Football Association, but he has no regrets.If he was given another chance, he would still throw his fist in the air.He just regretted that the referee came up too soon, and he hadn't fully released his anger.

Lannick straightened his collar, then glanced at Gross plainly, and said coldly: "I'm sorry, I lost my temper. But please understand that my players are violated by such inhumane behavior, it is really hard for me to accept .I don't regret my actions, and I accept the punishment of the Football Association frankly."

"Sorry guys. I think I'm leaving. My players are still waiting for me in the hospital. Goodbye."

Leaving the stunned reporters behind, Lannick left the scene.

The reporter who reacted was too late to stop him, so he could only point the questioning "gun" at the sluggish Gross.

"Mr. Christian, what do you think of Tashche's behavior? Are you ashamed of his behavior?"

"Coach Cross, did you instruct Tashche to do this? Do you know that this is unprofessional?"

"An excellent derby was overshadowed by Tashche's irrational behavior. What do you think about the injured Mo?"

Gross was sweating profusely as he dealt with the reporters who fired repeatedly, saw an opportunity, and quickly fled the press conference.

When Gross walked out of the court to hit the goal, a figure quickly rushed forward to hold him back, and then frantically ran towards the bus.

"Miller, what's going on? In such a hurry?" Gross asked suspiciously while running.

The middle-aged man named Miller is the team's bus driver. He has served the team for 11 years and has always been very calm.It was the first time Gross saw such a hurried expression.

"Christian, please hurry up. If you want to stay here, I will get in the car first." Seeing that he finally managed to pull the other party into the car, Miller breathed a sigh of relief, and sat straight down. In the driver's seat, he hit the accelerator and galloped away.

"What the hell is going on here!" Gross exclaimed.He was so angry at the press conference just now, who knows that when he comes out and encounters this kind of thing again, no one will be in a better mood.

Gross was suddenly horrified to find that the windows on the bus had been broken in many places. What surprised him even more was that many players had obvious bruises on their foreheads. The cock said nothing.

"What the hell is going on!" Gross finally couldn't bear it, and growled angrily.

"Christian, it's the angry fans. I don't know what you guys are doing here, but this is the first time I've seen anything like this in the ten years I've been working for the team. It's horrible! Luckily everyone is smart, I ran into the car early, otherwise the consequences would be really unpredictable."

"Where's the police? Where did the law and order police go!" Gross finally knew what was going on.Angry fans smashed their cars.If it weren't for their alertness, it is very likely that the faces will stay.

"coach……"

A somewhat weak voice sounded.Gross looked up and saw that it was Captain Del Pierre.He was covering his head now, but Gross could still see the bruises on his head.

"Dell, what's going on?" Gross calmed down and asked with concern.

"Coach, I want to say that the police here are also fans of Hoffenheim. Here..." He pointed to the scar on his forehead and said with a sad face, "This is what a policeman did! At that time, I just wanted to go forward I went to ask for help, who knew that he just came to me like this..."

Gross closed his eyes speechlessly, shaking his head gently.For a long time, his weak and sluggish voice echoed throughout the car.

"Let's go, get out of here as soon as possible! This is our punishment!"

After Lannick left the press conference, he quickly came to St. Mary's Hospital, which is Sinsheim Municipal Hospital.On the way, he had already contacted Becks by phone and learned that Mo Fei had been sent to the emergency room, and the specific situation would not be known until after a comprehensive inspection.

When Lannick passed the corner, he saw a large group of people standing outside the door of the emergency room. The players were either standing or crouching in the corner, and even more emotional players kept pounding on the wall.Sukulini and Obasi, who had the best relationship with Mo Fei, squatted on the ground with their heads lowered, unable to see their expressions clearly.

Lannick walked to Bex's side, and found that he was leaning against the wall with a tired face, and his eyes drifted anxiously to the door of the emergency room.And the ground was full of cigarette butts that hadn't been extinguished.

"Peter, give me a cigarette." Lannick said in a low voice.

Only at this time did everyone realize the arrival of the head coach, and they all looked up with complicated eyes.But no one spoke, and after a while, he lowered his head again.

Becks took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket in astonishment and shook it a few times, but the cigarette still didn't come out.He tried a few more times, but the trembling of his hands made his movements a little inflexible, so he had no choice but to give up and handed the whole pack of cigarettes to Lannick.

Lannick took out a cigarette clumsily, put it in his mouth, lit it, took a deep drag, and then exhaled heavily.He doesn't smoke, and the uncomfortable gas and irritating pain in his throat make him cough violently.He stroked his chest with his right hand to make himself feel better.After finally calming down, Lannick looked at the still closed door, hesitated for a moment, and put the burning cigarette into his mouth again.

(End of this chapter)