Denilson slowly turned around and placed this small imitation football decoration on the bedside table in front of him!

  That was a gift given to him by his mentor Telê Santana when he left Brazil, and at the time of giving the gift, Telê Santana had high hopes for him.

  "I hope one day you can bring back a real European Golden Ball Award!"

  As soon as he thought of this kind and majestic teacher, Danielsen showed a face full of respect, because it was he who dug up Danielsen, and it can be said that he created Danielsen. Even Danielsen's joining Kaiserslautern was due to his tacit consent.

  "How is his body now?" Danielsen muttered to himself, but put down the luggage in his hand.

  Coming to the bedside, Denilson picked up this replica of the Golden Ball trophy on the headboard and carefully wiped off the dust on it. He had already forgotten about this trophy for a long time until now.

  "If you want to go to Europe, then you must first learn to persevere and adapt. Brazil and Europe are two completely different football worlds, and that's where the core of world football is. But Europe has its own style and rules, if you can't adapt or don't even want to adapt, then you won't be able to succeed in Europe!"

  As he recalled Santana's words when he went to bid farewell, a shock sprouted in Denilson's heart, for he felt that his mentor seemed to have foreseen the future and was warning him of the present.

  Gently putting the trophy back, Denerlsen walked out of the apartment and came to a phone booth on the street downstairs, directly dialing the phone number of Santana's home in Brazil.

  The ringing in the receiver went on for a while, and just when Denny Nelson thought no one was going to pick up, someone did.

  "Hello... who is it?" The voice on the other end of the phone was somewhat weak, even vague, but Denerlsen clearly recognized that this was his teacher's voice.

  "Senhor Santana, I am Denilson de Oliveira!" Denilson exclaimed excitedly.

  "Oh... it's you!" The person on the other end of the phone sounded somewhat disappointed and let out a sigh, "I didn't think you'd actually call!"

  "Denilson was surprised: 'Why say that?'"

  Santana forced a smile, "Yang Cheng came to Brazil to see me a few days ago!"

  Denerison was stunned, what did he go to Brazil for?

  "Don't get me wrong, when your transfer was confirmed, I had a long conversation with him and we exchanged contact information. Some time ago, when I wasn't feeling well and went to the hospital, Yang Cheng knew about it and specially came to Brazil to visit me, and we even talked about you!"

  De Niro remained silent for a moment, then suddenly remembered and asked with concern: "Did you go to the hospital? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

  "Lao Mao is ill, with insufficient blood supply to the brain. Now it's not very convenient for him to move around and speaking is also a bit of a struggle!" Santana replied with a bitter smile.

  At 65 years old, I'm covered in illnesses from head to toe, it's really making me want to disown my age.

  "Do you know what Yang Cheng said about you?" Santana asked.

  Dennilson really didn't want to know because in his opinion, Yang Cheng must have said a lot of bad things about him.

  Santana smiled and said: "He lied to me, he said you were doing very well in Germany, performing very well, and had already become a key player in the frontcourt. Hehe, he must not know that I have the habit of reading newspapers, I also pay attention to Kaiserslautern, and more attention to you, and your agent has also contacted me about helping you return to China."

  "I know that Yang Cheng just didn't want me to be disappointed and wanted me to be a little happier, I appreciate his kindness, but when I heard the rumors about you leaving Kaiserslautern, I was wondering if you would still call me?"

  Denerle felt an urge to cry at this moment, because he respected the old coach so much, but...

  "No matter what happens in the future, you will always be the person I respect most!" Danielsen guaranteed.

  Santana smiled comfortingly, "I know you're a good kid, Denilson, but I think you should listen to my advice: stay in Europe and don't try to come back easily, or else all your efforts will be wasted!"

  It seemed that after saying so much, Santana was a bit tired. After panting for a few breaths and pausing for a moment, he continued: "Do you still remember the words I said to you on the day you came to bid farewell?"

  "Hmm!" replied Dernier.

  "Actually, those were not my words, it was mentioned during a conversation between me and Yang Cheng. He has great confidence in you, he always thought that you can succeed in Europe, but the premise is that you must actively adapt to the European football style, just like Ronaldo and others."

  Denerison was completely stunned at this moment.

  "He is a very special head coach, young, passionate and ambitious, always clearly knows what he wants, so I always believe that you can achieve success in the team he coaches, as long as you adapt to him!"

  Santana's words left Denerlsen thoroughly silent and entangled, for he found that the Yang Cheng in his impression seemed to be somewhat different from the one in Santana's mouth.

  Which one is the real Yang Cheng?

  …………

  …………

  Hanging up Santana's phone, Denilson went to Tülingen behind Fritz-Walter-Stadion with a belly full of doubts.

  Due to the team's consecutive draws, fans left the stadium early, and with the team on holiday, the players also dispersed, making the whole Tübingen seem empty and desolate.

  In the distance, Yang Cheng was leaning against a doorpost on the training ground, sitting on the grass, thinking about something.

  When Deng Nilsen walked over, Yang Cheng was immediately startled.

  The latter was somewhat surprised, he didn't expect Denerlsen to appear at this time.

  "What's wrong?" Yang Cheng's tone was somewhat harsh, his mood wasn't very good.

  "I just called back to Brazil, I had a long conversation with Mr. Trela Santana!" Denilson squatted down and picked up the grass clippings on the ground, holding them in his hand.

  Yang Cheng withdrew his coldness and let out a sigh of regret.

  Trela Santana, a very respectable art master!

  Someone once said that there were only two great men in the history of Brazilian football, one was King Pele, and the other was a coaching great man, Vicente Feola Santana, who made Brazilian football synonymous with art.

  Zico, Socrates, Falcao and other brilliant stars emerged from his coaching, and the Brazil team under him was also considered one of the strongest in history. Even Pele, Zagallo, and Scalari all agree that Santana is the most undisputed great man in Brazilian football.

  "Some coaches are wise strategists, some coaches are charismatic leaders, and some are stern fathers. Treinador Santana not only has these characteristics of the coaches but also sublimates them. He elevated football to an artistic level and spread the influence of Samba football art all over the world!"

  "He is also my role model!"

  Yang Chen was as if talking to himself, saying that this is what he thought of his past life. A certain authoritative media's evaluation of Trezza Santana was also after reading these evaluations that Yang Chen truly came to understand this head coach.