J?rg, 33 years old, the last football Mr. of East Germany, contributed to Dresden's double crown, after reunification, he joined Galatasaray in Turkey for a season, then returned to Germany, successively joining Jena and Hannover 96, this season came to Chemnitz under the call of Schwarz.

  But little did he know, his trip to Chemnitz would likely become one of the darkest seasons in his career.

  As he stood at the door of Yang Cheng's office, he raised his hand to knock, but it hovered in mid-air, unable to bring itself to make contact.

  He is already 33 years old, but the head coach sitting inside is only 23 years old, a full 10 years younger than him. Sometimes he feels resentful, having played football for so many years, yet still not as good as some young rookie?

  But then he thought of Yang Cheng's boldness on the training ground and hesitated again.

  He has been to many teams and experienced several head coaches, and has seen some professional players' storms, so he knows that since ancient times, those who have confronted the head coach have not ended well, especially in East Germany.

  He knocked on the door as soon as he thought of it.

  He is 33 years old now and has matured. He has also started to understand the importance of considering both the past and the future, and will no longer act impulsively like young people do.

  Yang Cheng sat in his office waiting for him and when he saw Ju Qiao come in, he immediately signaled for him to sit down in front of him.

  "In the last season of Bundesliga 2, you scored a total of 16 goals, but this season so far, you've only scored 6...". Yang Cheng raised the file in his hand, looked at it and said, then put it down, staring at Ju Qiao, "Can you tell me what's going on? Let's chat like friends!"

  Qiao shrugged and he really had nothing to say.

  As a former striker who couldn't score goals, he felt there was no excuse.

  "I'm a head coach, when I was in the second team, I often paid attention to the training of the first team. I know that you have the habit of self-training after finishing your daily training, and even during holidays, you will return to the club for training to maintain your state, am I right?"

  Qiao was somewhat surprised, because he really didn't think that Yang Cheng would know about all his efforts.

  "A striker not scoring doesn't necessarily mean the problem lies with him, it could be the midfield. I once heard an interesting statistic that if a team can create 15 good scoring opportunities in a game, even the worst shooter can score; but if a team only creates a few chances in a game, even the best shooter is powerless."

  Yang Cheng's words moved Ju Qiao a little, he originally thought Yang Cheng was going to find trouble with him, after all, he was the former favorite of Hei Furen, and it was well-known that Yang Cheng and Hei Furen didn't get along, but unexpectedly Yang Cheng took the initiative to defend him.

  "I have reason to believe that you are an outstanding professional player, and I also know very well that many East German players in the team look up to you. I called you here today just to tell you that I hope you can play with your professional spirit and lead the team well!"

  Qiao Ke was appointed team captain by Heiner, and Yang Cheng did not want to replace him, after all, he had a certain influence in the East German region, especially in the hearts of many East German players.

  After taking a serious look at Yang Cheng, Ju Qiao nodded in agreement, "I'll do my best!" Then, as if not very willing to talk to Yang Cheng anymore, "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first!"

  Yang Cheng nodded and stood up, ready to leave.

  "Right, Torsen, you'll be 34 years old at the end of this season, won't you?" Yang Cheng asked suddenly.

  Qiao Yu was taken aback and stopped in his tracks, but he didn't turn around. He just stood there quietly.

  Yang Cheng stood up from his seat, walked around the office desk and said, "I heard that when you were in Dresden before, you and Kirsten were teammates. How is it? Now seeing Kirsten performing well in Leverkusen, red to purple, what do you think?"

  When speaking, Yang Cheng casually sat down on the sofa in the office, looking very casual, with a hint of cold smile.

  Qiao still didn't turn around, but his fists were clenched tightly, with veins bulging.

  He was the last footballer of East Germany, while Kirsten was the second to last. Both were top stars during the East German era but after reunification, Kirsten went to Leverkusen and Gütschow went to Turkey, thus embarking on two completely different paths.

  In Gerd's heart, there has always been a thorn, that is, many people doubt his ability and think he won the last season's East German Footballer of the Year because Kirsten left the team. He has never been reconciled to this, because during his time in East Germany, his goal tally was far higher than Kirsten's, and he always firmly believed that he was no worse than anyone else.

  Now being scolded by Yang Cheng face-to-face, the fire in his heart was even more unbearable.

  "If it were me, I would definitely want to get rid of myself, because I never thought I'd lose to anyone... but..." Yang Cheng made a sucking sound with his tongue, and the look on his face was even more disgusting. "Unfortunately, times have changed, Kie?ling is now one of the top forwards in the Bundesliga, the 1993 Bundesliga Footballer of the Year, and last season's performance in the Bundesliga was also very stable... it's hard to beat him!"

  "What exactly do you want to say?" Qiao's voice was low and stern, he had been very patient.

  Yang Cheng smiled indifferently, "I just want to see if you still have any fighting spirit, if you still want to do something, like Kirsten, prove yourself, or are you willing to accept the status quo and plan to drag on for a few more years, and end up with a mediocre outcome?"

  Qiao didn't say anything, but his body was visibly shaking.

  "Do you think what I said to the journalist from Liberty Times was all nonsense? Do you think I would talk big for no reason? Don't be stupid, I'm not crazy, everything I said is true, it's what I really think and hope for!"

  "Everyone thought we were relegated, everyone thought it was impossible for us to stay up, but I just wanted to make the impossible happen, tell the whole world, nothing is impossible until the end!"

  Yang Cheng stood up from the sofa and slowly walked to Qiao's side, heavily patting his right shoulder as if he were an old friend.

  "Everyone, whether it's the head coach or a player, always hopes to leave as many brilliant achievements as possible in their career, and leave behind something that can be proudly remembered for years to come. I am like this, and you are too!"

  "I'm telling you this because I just hope that tonight, when you go home, lie in bed, and before you fall asleep, close your eyes and quietly think back on your career. Apart from that one infamous East German football Mr., what else have you achieved? Nothing!"

  "Now, Torsten, now there is a very good opportunity in front of you, that is to cooperate with me, lead Chemnitz to avoid relegation, and even impact the promotion qualification. I believe that as long as the team completes this great miracle, completes this impossible task, the whole world will be shocked."

  "Many, many years later, when new fans came in, old-timers would pat their chests and tell these rookies that in the 95/96 season, Chemnitz had only 4 points after 21 rounds, but then achieved an impossible miracle by winning all of the last 13 rounds, not only successfully avoiding relegation but also completing a great promotion to the top division."

  At this point, Yang Cheng pointed to Ju Qiao and then pointed to himself, "And you, me, and every player in the club are the creators of this great career!"

  "I believe this is your best chance to prove yourself! Only then will you have no regrets in your career!"

  Yang Cheng gently patted Qiao's shoulder a few times, indicating that he could think carefully, and then sat back down at his desk.

  Qiao stood still on the other side for more than a minute before leaving.

  Not long after he left, Jankel, a Czech fagot, came knocking on the door.