"Haha, so cool! I just want everyone to know that Chemnitz II lost today. That arrogant and conceited Chinese trash lost the game!"

  "Will he lose too?"

  "Right, lost, and thoroughly at that. After the match ended, they slunk away with their tails between their legs, probably off to cry somewhere, haha..."

  "Tune in to 102.1, Chemnitz Radio, welcome to the show, sharing more about this afternoon's match between Chemnitzer FC II and VfB Chemnitz, we continue with our next listener, hello..."

  The whole Chemnitz was cheering for a warm-up match, VfB fans were excited that their team could beat Chemnitz II, and Chemnitz fans were cheering for the loss of their second team because Yang Chen, who seemed to be useless in their eyes, lost.

  It's a very strange atmosphere, but it really exists around Yang Cheng.

  He wandered aimlessly on the streets of Chemnitz, the night grew darker and more obscure, but he seemed not to get tired at all.

  This game made Yang Cheng see some facts clearly and realized his own shortcomings.

  Yes, those bastard players all hope to see him make a fool of himself, so they don't work hard in the game. However, from some details, Yang Cheng also found that they can do well in training, but on the field, they perform poorly, such as running positions and passing and receiving coordination.

  After all, I had too high expectations for them. In fact, although they are semi-professional players, their understanding and implementation of Yang Cheng's tactics are far inferior to those of the FX University team that Yang Cheng coached before crossing over.

  Many things that were common knowledge among ordinary fans in 2011 were extremely dry and difficult to understand in 1995, this is the gap!

  But Yang Cheng had not realized this gap before, and only wanted to instill his own thoughts into the players, so even Barak was at a loss on the field.

  Having thought of this, Yang Cheng's heart felt even more depressed, because he would have to adjust his coaching plan!

  "Maybe that's why getting the first win reward is worth 5 achievement points!" Yang Cheng said with a wry smile.

  Unconsciously arrived at the city center, Yang Cheng has been here for nearly a month, but he has never had the chance to stroll around like today. When he saw a huge bronze head statue in the middle of Chemnitz's Central Memorial Square, he walked over with great interest and found it was Marx's head statue.

  Standing in front of the statue, people seem very small, but the pedestal below is within reach, with Marx's quote "Let the proletariat of all countries unite!" carved on it.

  The original muttering to himself, however, transmitted two voices. Yang Cheng was stunned and looked over, just as the person nearby who had been speaking in unison also happened to be looking over. The two were clearly both somewhat startled, but the latter quickly burst out laughing.

  Standing beside Yang Cheng was a tall and slender German woman, estimated to be in her early twenties. Underneath her golden hair were delicate facial features, and her tall figure showcased an extremely elegant temperament. Every gesture seemed to exude a captivating beauty that could make one's heart skip a beat.

  This woman is very familiar!

  This was Yang Cheng's first impression, without a doubt, she was absolutely the most beautiful German woman he had seen in reality and on TV since his journey so far, especially when she smiled, but for some reason, he just couldn't remember who she was.

  "Are you Chinese?" The German woman seemed to find it amusing that she and Yang Cheng had spoken in unison earlier, and took the initiative to ask.

  Yang Cheng nodded, and with his bad mood, he didn't pay much attention to it, but felt that the woman's voice was very sweet.

  He reached out his hand to touch the words on top, Yang Cheng had grown up under the education of Marxism, Mao Zedong Thought and Deng Xiaoping Theory in school since he was a child. Seeing Marx's bronze statue, he naturally felt a sense of familiarity.

  He raised his head, under the street lamp, he couldn't see the full view of the bronze statue clearly, but was shocked by its enormity!

  "How much would it cost to cast a bronze statue like that?" Yang Cheng muttered.

  In his view, this should have been a kind of political achievement image project at that time?

  "1.5 million East German marks!" The beautiful German woman walked out from in front of the bronze statue, smiling and introducing herself, "Cast in 1971 in Leningrad, now St. Petersburg, designed by Russian artist Lev Kerbel, composed of 95 parts, 13 meters high, weighing 40 tons!"

  This German beauty, who looked like a tourist, seemed to be very familiar with this place, which made Yang Cheng feel a bit embarrassed. After all, he was living in this city, but it turned out that he knew less about the city than outsiders did.

  The blonde beauty gazed at it with an eye that seemed to be appreciating a work of art, her hand reaching out to gently stroke the bronze statue and its base. Only by understanding its past can one understand its value.

  "I heard that people living here are used to calling it a big head, is that true?" the blonde beauty asked curiously.

  Yang Cheng was taken aback, he had heard of the Big Head before, but originally thought it was somewhere else. Now that this blonde beauty mentioned it, he suddenly understood that people in Chemnitz were used to calling this bronze statue the Big Head!

  Seeing Yang Cheng nodding, the blonde beauty suddenly smiled again, casually tidying up her scattered hair blown by the wind, with a very charming and moving temperament. "It seems that they are indeed calling themselves the Great Head City!"

  Yang Cheng didn't know about it either.

  "This main street was once supposed to be called Karl-Marx-Allee because Chemnitz was renamed Karl-Marx-Stadt during the GDR era, although Marx had never been here. It wasn't until after German reunification that a citizens' vote decided to restore the name Chemnitz."

  Here is the translation:

  "Up to here, the blonde beauty smiled and pointed at the large bronze head, 'At that time, the citizens of Chemnitz held two public votes. The first was about changing the city's name, which passed with a large majority, deciding to restore the name Chemnitz. The second was whether or not to dismantle this big head, but it was ultimately rejected by a large majority, so it has been preserved until now. Many countries and cities, even investors who wanted to buy it, have hoped to purchase it, but none of them succeeded.'"

  The bridge road with street lamps in the distance, the blonde beauty's eyes seemed to see the distant Karl-Marx-Allee of East Germany, "This 2.5-kilometer-long street was once praised as Europe's longest monument, but now it can't be seen!"

  I heard a few sighs in her tone, it seems she is also a nostalgic woman.

  But Yang Cheng was not in a good mood at this time, so he didn't bother to reminisce about these things and turned around to leave.

  After walking for a while, crossing the bridge road, they arrived at the street where Paul's sports goods store was located. However, Paul's shop had an iron general closing the door. Yang Cheng felt that everything was a bit off, and he was annoyed in his heart, and his stomach was also hungry, so he walked into the Brazilian coffee house next door, wanting to eat something casual.

  He specially chose a seat by the window and Yang Cheng leaned against the windowsill in a daze.