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  A reluctant farewell pervades the entire Chemnitz, from the stadium to the training ground, but not in the office building.

  The day after the 34th round of the league match, when a large group of fans pulled banners and made their last efforts to retain Yang Chen and the players who were about to leave the team for vacation on the training ground, Dielsmeidt met with representatives from Lokeren in Belgium in his office.

  After 20 minutes of negotiations, when Yang Chen announced the team's dissolution and began his vacation, Dilsmit reached an agreement with Lokomotiv's representative in his office, in front of a blown-up photo of Yang Chen being tossed high by players on the spotty wall, and Yang Kole transferred to Lokomotiv for 450,000 marks.

  If Yang Cheng saw this scene, he would feel extremely ironic!

  But this transfer will set the record for the highest transfer fee in Chemnitzer FC's history, and everyone believes that this record won't last long because this summer, Chemnitz's hottest player isn't Jankole, but Barak, who has already caused a sensation throughout Germany.

  Bayern, Dortmund, Schalke 04, Rostock, Hamburg, Werder Bremen, Stuttgart, Leverkusen...

  Among the teams interested in Ballack, almost all Bundesliga teams can be listed, but the player's worth has not risen sharply as a result. The highest price offered so far is only 4 million marks, which is even less than Jankoler.

  More teams are watching, they all contacted Barak privately, after all, Chemnitz is in crisis at this time. If they can get Barak, and then pressure the club through the player's will, the transfer fee for Barak won't be high.

  Of course, breaking Yann Kermorgant's transfer record is a done deal.

  Yang Cheng was on his way back to his office when Tim Hanks came out of the club's office and chased after him.

  "It seems you won't be resting for now!"

  "What's going on?"

  "The fourth-tier matches have all ended, and they're inviting you to a cocktail party, where they'll be presenting you with the award for Best Coach of the Northern Region in the Fourth Tier this season!" Tim Hanks said with a smile, then congratulated Yang Cheng.

  The latter, however, was not too enthusiastic, shrugged his shoulders, although he did not lead the team to finish the entire season, but this season Kaiserslautern II can be relegated in the North Division, Yang Cheng's efforts are not in vain, and even if it weren't for the coach who took over being too poor, Kaiserslautern II might have had a chance to promote.

  "And another one to Frankfurt!" Tim Hanks laughed.

  Yang Cheng stared at Tim in shock, hinting that he should stop pretending.

  "This is an annual professional coach cocktail party, after the end of each season, the Football Association will arrange for the coaches of professional teams to gather together and then present awards for that season. Qiao also goes, our team has only two people who won awards."

  "Me?" Yang Cheng was surprised this time.

  "Right! Although I don't quite believe it, although I think this is absurd, you didn't hear wrong, you really won the award, 2. Bundesliga Coach of the Year, just because of your 13-game winning streak!"

  Paul Beyer, who was far away, walked over and heard Tim's words, immediately shouting "Oh my god, you've only coached 13 games and won the Coach of the Year award?" Then he tightly hugged Yang Cheng to celebrate.

  "The most heartbreaking one is Ernst Middendorp of Bielefeld, who led the team to two consecutive promotions from 1994 and even promoted to Bundesliga this season as a newly promoted team, but unexpectedly lost to you!"

  Paul Bier seems to be very familiar with the current German football environment, introducing it in a straightforward manner. On the other hand, Yang Chen, although having been here for 1 year already, has always focused on football and paid little attention to external matters.

  As if seeing the slightly embarrassed expression on Yang Cheng's face, Paul Bier burst out laughing, "Don't be like that, I was just joking. With your 13-game winning streak, you absolutely deserve the award for Coach of the Year in the German Second Division. You created a miracle in Chemnitz, who dares to say you don't deserve it?"

  Yang Cheng smiled humbly and didn't take it too seriously.

  Qiao is going to attend the annual wine party, because he got the best shooter in the German Second Division. Coincidentally, this time he defeated was Ernerst Middendorp's beloved little Fritz, and the two are also considered to have thoroughly fallen out with each other.

  But what Yang Cheng did not expect was that as soon as he arrived at the annual wine party in Frankfurt, he was met with a gaze full of hostility.

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  "Who is that guy?" Yang Cheng was in the venue, but all around him were unfamiliar faces, only a few looked familiar, but for a moment he couldn't call out their names.

  "That's Ernst Middendorp, and that little one next to him is Little Fritz!" said Günter.

  Old grudge! Yang Cheng bitterly smiled, he had snatched the annual best coach award that was originally destined for him, and now Qiao had also snatched the annual best shooter award from his beloved player. It seemed that their feud would only deepen, no wonder he was full of hostility towards him.

  Taking a closer look, Middendorp's age is also young. Although German men tend to look more mature, he is probably only in his thirties. It is said that he became the head coach of a professional team very early on, isn't that even more impressive than himself?

  "In 1987, at the age of 29, he became the head coach of Nordhorn, which was then a third-tier team, and achieved good results. In April 1988, he was appointed by Bielefeld, who were then in the 2nd Bundesliga, as their sixth head coach that season, and his performance was also very good, although the team ultimately relegated, but he was retained by the club."

  At this point, Gu Qiao also noticed the arrogant gaze of Middendorp, and his heart was angry. After several months of getting along with each other, he admired Yang Chen to the extreme, but now Middendorp actually treated his beloved head coach like this, how could he not be angry?

  "In this regard, he is much worse than you. At that time, Bielefeld's situation was much better than Chemnitz, and the situation was not so dangerous, but he still failed to relegation. But you are different, you led the team to relegation successfully, and almost entered the Bundesliga, I guess the Football Association gave you the annual best coach award for this reason!"

  Seeing Miedendorp approaching, Gu Qiao deliberately spoke louder so that the latter could hear.

  Miedendorp was notoriously arrogant, and having achieved success at a young age, he snorted coldly after hearing Ju Qiao's words, glanced at Yang Cheng with disdain, and walked away.

  "This guy first coached Bielefeld for two seasons, but after relegation, he failed to promote the team in consecutive seasons and was fired. He then lingered in lower-level leagues for three or four years with mixed results, until 1994 when he was valued by Bielefeld again."

  "What's coming next you should also know, the first season led the team to promote from the third-tier league, and the second season, which is this season, led the team to promote to Bundesliga 2, but this guy has a very arrogant personality, somewhat unapproachable, not very popular in the circle."

  Yang Cheng laughed as soon as he heard it, "Just look at him and you'll know!"

  Miedema wandered around with a glass of wine, but couldn't find an opportunity to join in other people's conversations, and finally had to slink back to little Fritz's side, making small talk with Eva.

  However, for Middendorp's resume, Yang Cheng thought he should have some strength, otherwise it would not be possible to lead the team to promote with the posture of a dark horse. However, this person's tactical loopholes are obvious. Yang Cheng led Chemnitz and played against him, Bielefeld scored first, but in the end was reversed by Yang Cheng's team with three consecutive goals. I guess this also made him resentful.

  Yang Cheng did not know that Meidenbauer later went to China to coach Changchun Yatai, but Yang Cheng's previous life paid little attention to domestic football, so he was not aware of this matter.

  But soon, two white-haired old men walked shoulder to shoulder into the venue from outside, and Yang Cheng immediately recognized them.

  One of them is the famous German football emperor Beckenbauer, now the head coach of Bayern Munich. The other one was unexpectedly Krautzun, the former head coach of the Chinese youth team. How did he come here?

  "Isn't it said that only professional coaches from Bundesliga and 2. Bundesliga can participate? He is..." Yang Chen asked in surprise.

  "Eckhard Krautzun, the head coach of Kaiserslautern, coached a third-tier Berlin team before the season and took over at Kaiserslautern mid-season. Although he led the team to win the German Cup, they were relegated to the 2nd Bundesliga. To put this into perspective, this team was 4th in the Bundesliga last season and played in the UEFA Cup."

  Yang Cheng listened and thought again, immediately linking it to his memories of his past life.

  Kaiserslautern was relegated under Kauczinski's hands, although he took over midway through the season, it is estimated that he cannot shirk responsibility. If according to his past life memories, Kaiserslautern should have been relegated to 2. Bundesliga this season and promoted back to 1. Bundesliga next season under Otto Rehhagel's leadership, and even won the championship as a newly promoted team.

  "That's right!" Yang Cheng thought of this and immediately smiled to himself.

  "What's right?" Qiao still thought Yang Cheng was talking to himself.

  "Oh, nothing!" Yang Cheng laughed.

  Just as the two were talking, Klaatu also found Yang Cheng in the crowd and walked over with a smile.

  "Be careful, this guy is very interested in Barack and Kyle!" Qiao reminded kindly on the side.

  Yang Cheng had a number in his heart and immediately piled up a smile on his face, welcoming him.

  For a fan of the previous life, being able to talk to Beikenbao and Klaulen is also an honor, as for player transfers, Yang Cheng can't control it.

  But he didn't expect that the first sentence of football emperor Beckenbauer would make him extremely surprised.

  "Hello Mr. Yang Cheng, are you interested in coming to Bayern?"