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  The sunset dyed half of Kaiserslautern's sky with a bloody red, shrouding the city near the forest.

  The big match is approaching, tomorrow is the German Super Cup match, but Yang Chen suddenly announced that today's training was cancelled. All players who were listed on the roster for tomorrow's game didn't have to come to practice today, and he himself didn't go to the club all day either.

  The previously busy pace of life suddenly slowed down, and it's really a bit uncomfortable.

  I stayed at home and read books all day, all of which were professional books about football tactics and management. My head was a bit sore from reading, so Yang Cheng took the opportunity to go out for a walk in the evening.

  There's a saying that goes: If men aren't shopping for something, then window shopping is just torture!

  Unconsciously, I walked along Otterbach Street and came to the front of Isola Bella Italian restaurant again.

  At this moment, Yang Cheng suddenly felt that he had nowhere to go, so he pushed open the door and went in, and also ordered something to eat here.

  "Welcome!" Tony Vichino's shout once again startled Yang Cheng, who was still in a daze.

  "Haha, it's you! Unlucky Coach Yang!" Tony couldn't help but burst out laughing as soon as he recognized Yang Cheng.

  During this time, Yang Cheng would occasionally come here to eat, but the Italian restaurant's food didn't agree with his stomach, so he came less often. Especially after running into the players gathering here once, he awkwardly avoided coming again and stopped coming altogether.

  "Do I really look like a jinx?" Yang Cheng asked with a wry smile.

  Now the whole of Germany considers him an unlucky guy, because his first official match as coach of Kaiserslautern is against the incredibly strong Dortmund, isn't that unlucky?

  "I don't know!" Tony's chuckling expression gave him away.

  "Just give me a dinner, I haven't eaten all day!"

  "How about spaghetti?" Tony suggested.

  Yang Cheng nodded, and Tony immediately agreed to go, and even sent a free bowl of soup.

  Sitting in his seat, Yang Cheng had nothing to do and didn't know what to do, so he waited for the dishes to be served while looking around.

  The decor of Isola Bella is actually quite simple, with a bit of an Italian flair, but it's also a bit strange. It's very close to Kaiserslautern and is often where the players gather, but it doesn't really look like the hub of Kaiserslautern.

  The most obvious is the exterior decoration, which is black and white paint, not Kaiserslautern's red.

  Yang Cheng couldn't figure out this problem and shook his head slightly, taking a sip of water.

  "What's wrong? Having some trouble?" Tony Vicino himself brought up the dishes.

  Yang Cheng took it over and was a bit hungry, so he wolfed it down.

  "I'm a pretty good listener," Tony suggested. "Maybe you can tell me about it and I might be able to help you figure it out!"

  Yang Cheng ate noodles and asked: "Why doesn't your place look like those bars, decorated in the colors of Bayern Munich to attract more fans?"

  Tony Vicino was taken aback, "You were just having a headache about this?"

  "Right, otherwise you think I'm worried about what?" Yang Cheng found it amusing.

  "I... " Tony's voice was stuck, then he whispered, "I thought you were worried about the match with Dortmund!"

  Yang Cheng smiled, "What's there to worry about? It's just a game, isn't it?"

  "Don't you want to win?" Tony furrowed his brow, believing any Kaiserslautern fan would be annoyed.

  "Why not?" Yang Cheng retorted while continuing to devour the spaghetti in front of him.

  "You look like you don't care at all?" Tony thought Yang was indifferent to the game.

  Yang Cheng shook his head and smiled, "The match has already been prepared to the fullest, everything that needs to be said has been said, everything that needs to be done has been done. What's left is up to the players' performance. Even if I worry more, what can I change?"

  After finally finishing the spaghetti in front of him, Yang Cheng felt that it was still not enough to fill his stomach, but he made do with it. He drank some water, wiped his mouth and then smiled: "Although football matches are full of uncertainties, in reality, strength is still the most important factor. Even if I worry again, I couldn't let Kaiserslautern's strength reach Dortmund's level overnight, could I?"

  Tony had to admit that Yang Cheng was right, just a bit too straightforward.

  "Many people like to worry before a big game, and I sometimes do too. But for some reason, this time I'm not worried at all. It's not that I don't care about winning or losing, on the contrary, I take this match more seriously than anyone else, I'm more tense, and I want to win more. But I just don't think there's anything to worry about, because I know that as long as I do my best, whether I win or lose, I'll have no regrets!"

  For Yang Chen, being able to have a real battle with Dortmund and Hissfeld at their peak is already a great satisfaction, so why bother looking for trouble?

  Tony looked at Yang Cheng and listened to his words, suddenly laughing and applauding, "Well said!"

  Yang Cheng smiled humbly and said, "Right, you haven't answered my question from just now!"

  Toni rushed towards Yang Cheng with a wry smile, as if saying, you don't care about the match, but instead care about my store.

  "The reason is simple, because I am not a fan of Kaizer Chiefs, and this Italian restaurant is my blood and sweat, so I don't want my blood and sweat to become the color of a team I don't like."

  From Tony's words, Yang Cheng even tasted a kind of disgust, it can be seen that he seemed to dislike Kaiserslautern.

  But why did a restaurant run by such an unpopular football team become the main base for Kaiserslautern players? Is there another story behind this?

  Seeing Yang Cheng's inquiring gaze, Tony shook his head, as if saying nothing could be done.

  Yang Cheng wasn't a gossip columnist who liked to pry into secrets, so he just smiled and casually asked: "So which team are you a fan of? An Italian team?"

  Tony nodded and pointed to the counter at the entrance, where he saw a small flag hanging in an inconspicuous corner behind the counter, with a Juventus logo embroidered on it.

  "Are you a Juventus fan?" Yang Cheng realized, which also explained why the exterior paint of the store was only in black and white, because black and white are the colors of the Juventus team emblem.

  Toni nodded slightly, "However, those guys from Kayzerslautern said they don't like to see Juventus flags or souvenirs in my store, so I can only put the only souvenir in my private space!"

  Yang Cheng burst out laughing.

  Indeed, the flag was placed behind the counter. If Tony Vicino stood there, no one could see it. Even if he wasn't blocking it, unless someone pointed it out specifically, it wouldn't be easy to notice this inconspicuous corner.

  "I heard you've been in this city for many years, how come you haven't fallen in love with this club like the locals?"

  "What's there about him worth loving?" Tony asked back with a smile

  Yang Cheng was suddenly speechless because he couldn't answer.

  Falling in love with a football team should be a natural thing, if it's natural, then how can you say the reason?

  But all those who can articulate reasons for their passion, are often loving for the sake of love, and as soon as the reasons they love disappear from this team, their love will also fade away, and eventually shift to someone else.

  It is those who cannot speak out their reasons and silently support the team that truly love this team!

  "There were also many Kaizer Chiefs players before, and every time the head coach changed, they would jokingly tell me that I would definitely fall in love with this team next! However, the head coaches changed one after another, and the players changed batch after batch, but I still couldn't fall in love with this team, which even I found strange!" Tony explained with a smile.

  Yang Cheng couldn't help but smile wryly, "I guess after I took office, no player would tell you that you will fall in love with this team?"

  Toni didn't hide it at all, "Not only that, but some people think I'll hate this team even more!"

  Yang Cheng burst out laughing suddenly.

  "There was once a person who made an agreement with me. If one day I really fell in love with this team, then I would paint the wall outside red and dye the Kaiserslautern logo on it, and he would come back to visit my store again!"

  Tony said, shrugging his shoulders with a helpless expression, "But unfortunately, I still haven't fallen in love with it until now. On the contrary, the club gives me free tickets to watch the game every season, just wanting me to fall in love with this team. This should be one of the benefits I got from that agreement!"

  Yang Cheng had also heard of such a thing for the first time and thought it was very interesting, "Who is that person?"

  Tony Vincenzo pointed to table number one in the distance, the answer was self-evident.

  Yang Cheng's smile gradually faded, especially when he saw the look of reverence on Tony's face that was almost like worship. He could imagine just how much weight Fritz carried in this team and in this city.

  The Miracle of Bern remains one of the greatest miracles in football history even after countless years, and "one" can be omitted.

  And Fritz was the creator of this miracle!

  Yang Cheng finally vaguely guessed, perhaps this is why here can become the Kaiserslautern player's base camp, especially Bremer and other local players, I believe that each of them comes here, should be with a kind of pilgrimage mentality.

  But unfortunately, for so many years, Fritz ******* disappeared from that stadium named after himself and also disappeared from this Italian restaurant where he had a bet with the family.

  So, as the flag and symbol of Kaiserslautern, what kind of mentality does he have towards this club?

  Yang Cheng didn't know, but he really wanted to know!