Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 267 We Are the Champions ([-])
He turned his head and wanted to wipe it off with his palms, only to find that his two assistants, Maric and Zeidler, were hugging each other tightly, their faces already drenched with tears.

"Man, we are champions! Bundesliga champions!"

"Yes, we did it! We really did it! We led a group of young people to do it in the eyes of everyone! Hoffenheim! Long live!"

Zeidler and Maric rushed up and hugged Lannik, crying and laughing excitedly.

Rangnick, who was hugged tightly, seemed to see the past. At that time, he was still very young. He accepted Mr. Hope's invitation to coach Hoffenheim, which was still an amateur team.No one knew the enormous pressure they were facing, and everyone responded to them with naked ridicule, thinking that they were going backwards in football history.

Now, their persistence has finally paid off!We did it!They are Bundesliga champions!They can puff up their chests and proudly announce to everyone - "We are the champions!"

Tears gushed out uncontrollably, but the hands that supported each other clenched even tighter.

"Man, we did it! We are champions!" Rangnick broke down in tears.

"It was an incredible game! Hoffenheim led twice and were equalized by two inexplicable goals. But the lads held on and under their leader Mok, Hoffenheim did it! We won Already! So we're—"

"—Bundesliga champion!"

"This is the first championship in our club's more than 100-year history!"

"We made history!"

"We are - Bundesliga - champions!"

The commentator Locke couldn't help himself with excitement. After yelling out the last sentence, he pulled off the earphones on his head, and then rushed out the door quickly.He doesn't want to stay in this emotionless little room anymore, he wants to go to the stadium, he wants to feel the joy that belongs to them!

"Champion! Champion! Champion!"

"we are the champion!"

"Hoffenheim! Long live! Long live!"

The huge waves of cheers from the flash floods and tsunami never stopped, hovering over the stadium like a classic melody that never fades away.

Amid the frantic boiling sound at the scene, the players of Hoffenheim hugged each other forgetfully.They have worked hard for a season, they have paid countless sweat and bitterness, and now, they have finally fulfilled their dreams!From today, they will be the kings of the Bundesliga!As the Bundesliga champion, overlook every German football team!
The old captain Tebel knelt on the ground, lowered his head and murmured.Ibisevic is a devout Catholic. He also knelt down beside him, kept drawing the cross on his chest, and looked up at the sky intently.

The other players are much wilder than the two of them, and they have their own way of celebrating.

Obasi took off his clothes as soon as the game ended, exposing his muscular upper body, and ran under the stands of the home team fans, dancing and waving his jersey.And the fans followed him, bouncing rhythmically in the stands.

The other players were also infected by Obasi, and they all took off their jerseys one after another, and then rushed to the stands.Some excited players even took off their shoes and shorts, and then threw them into the boiling stands.The fans screamed again, and then looted the heroes' clothes.

Mo Fei ran to Hoffenheim's coach bench, hugged Rangnick and Zeidler, and dragged them to the field.

The players' attention was quickly attracted by the arrival of the head coach. They swarmed up, lifted Rangnick up, and then threw them high into the sky.Lannick screamed loudly, but his face was full of smiles.

Mo Fei was making a fuss, but Sukulini yelled, "Don't forget our king", and immediately separated a group of players, set Mo Fei up, and threw him high into the sky.

"Oh oh oh! Cool! Haha!" Mo Fei laughed and roared, waving his hands rhythmically, signaling to the brothers to be more exciting.The teammates cooperated very well, cheered and increased the strength in their hands again, throwing Mo Fei higher.

Soar, fall, soar, fall again.Lannick and Murphy kept going up and down under the jubilation of the audience.

"Ralph!" Mo Fei in the air directly called the head coach by his name for the first time, and he was so excited.

Lannick, who was falling quickly, suddenly heard someone calling him, and he looked around in the air after being thrown again, but saw Mo Fei's bright face, and his thumbs up all the time.

"We are champions! We succeeded! Thank you, Ralph!" Murphy shouted excitedly.

"What?" The scene was too noisy, Lannick couldn't hear Mo Fei's roar, and asked subconsciously.

Could it be that he didn't talk anymore, but smiled sweetly, closed his eyes, and enjoyed this happy moment.

At this time, the on-site staff had already built the podium, and all the work was ready-in fact, there was nothing to prepare. Hoffenheim won the championship two rounds ahead of schedule, and the real championship trophy is still in the showroom of the Football Association. Well, building the podium now is just a formality, let the Hoffenheim players enjoy themselves first.

"Bam—"

Flames filled the air, music sounded, gold and silver confetti sprinkled from the sky, and rain-like applause poured down from the stadium. The entire stadium turned into a blue ocean, a boiling ocean!

Salihovic took over the imitation championship sand table from the football officials, and he turned his back to the audience and said something to his teammates.Then he turned around suddenly and raised the champion sand table high. All the Hoffenheim players also raised their hands high, shouting "Hoffenheim! Champion!"

The timeless classic "We Are the Champions" by the Queen Band sounded on the scene - "wearethechampions! wearethechampions! notimeforlosers, 'causewearethechampionsoftheworld..."

"The champion of the Bundesliga in the 2009-2010 season—" loud cheers suddenly came from the live broadcast.

"Hoffenheim!" The fans roared enthusiastically.

At the same time, in downtown Mannheim, in the Hoffenheim village, in Sinsheim, in the bars in the streets and alleys, all the fans rushed from the house to the street to celebrate, whether they knew it or not. The fans hugged each other affectionately, shouting Long live Hoffenheim, champion of Hoffenheim!
In the square in front of the town hall in Sinsheim, tens of thousands of fans watching the big screen also turned the place into a sea of ​​joy.The fans shouted Hoffenheim, held high the team flag, sang and danced by the spring, and celebrated Hoffenheim's first league championship in history.

In the distant China, the fans waiting by the TVs all over the place cheered heartily for Hoffenheim's early victory, completely forgetting that it was late at night and that it would affect others' rest.

In a small courtyard in Nanchong, Sichuan, China, Mo Fei's parents were staying up late watching Hoffenheim's game.After a long period of nurturing and driven by Mo Hongjun, a die-hard fan, everyone in the Moyu family has great enthusiasm for football.Apart from playing mahjong, Mo Fei's mother, Chen Jun, enjoys reading football magazines and watching her son's games on TV.

Seeing Salihovic holding up the championship trophy, the Mo Yu family couldn't help being a little puzzled while cheering excitedly.Seeing his son being squeezed into a corner, Chen Jun couldn't help saying angrily: "We have scored six goals and contributed the most. Why didn't he be allowed to lift the tray, but that stupid big guy stood at the front."

Chu Lingling is also a standard fake fan, so she doesn't know much about it, so she can only say: "Maybe it's too heavy. This kind of physical work is usually done by outsiders. Stars like Feifei don't need to lift it up." of."

Hearing this, Mo Hongjun and Yu Dabao couldn't help looking at each other and laughing, but they didn't explain anything, which caused the two women to give each a chestnut angrily.

After a while, Mo Fei and other teammates took turns holding up the championship sand table. Only then did Chu Lingling and Chen Jun realize that there was a big joke.

"yeah--"

Seeing Mo Fei holding up the championship trophy, Yu Yun couldn't help shouting excitedly.When she reacted, she saw eight eyes looking at her in surprise.Yu Yun smiled embarrassedly, then walked into the living room, sat down in a state of astonishment, and continued to stare at the TV.

"Wow wow wow - so handsome! Brother Fei raised the prize plate!"

"Champion! Champion! Brother Fei is the champion!"

"Brother Fei is a pure man! Iron-blooded man!"

In a certain dormitory of Baita Middle School, there was also a burst of excited roars.Seeing their good buddy won the championship, no one could continue to contain the excitement in their hearts, and they all shouted excitedly.

"Good job! You didn't embarrass us Huaxia people! I'm going to set off firecrackers!"

There was a sudden yell downstairs, followed by a string of crackling firecrackers.Wang Hao and the others stuck their heads out of the window, only to see the housekeeper happily setting off firecrackers.What surprised them even more was that people kept coming out of the dormitory, and then picked up washbasins, pots and bowls and beat them violently!In an instant, the whole school was filled with a roaring noise.

"Fuck! After a long time, everyone is watching the ball!" Qing Guo couldn't help but exclaimed, her eyes almost popping out.

The others ignored him, and went back to the dormitory for a while to rummage through boxes and cabinets. Then they held the washbasin, the spatula, and even someone brought a loudspeaker. While beating hard, they shouted loudly——

"Champions! Champions! We are champions!"

"Long live Hoffenheim! Long live Could it be!"

Since it was not a formal awards ceremony, the celebration time for Hoffenheim was not long. Amidst the din of the fans, Mo Fei, his teammates, and all Hoffenheim staff held hands together. , circled the field for a week, and thanked all the fans.

(End of this chapter)