"Goal!!!"

  "Germany scores!!"

  "We've now narrowed it down to 2:1! Thank God! We're no longer 2:0, we scored a goal and now it's 2:1!"

  "This is absolutely a goal that can boost the morale of the players!"

  ……

  "Score! Score!!"

  "Lahne's shot has scored! 2:2! Oh God, we've caught up with the score! We've forced a draw against mighty Hungary!"

  "With the momentum of forcing a draw against our opponents, our players began to launch a fierce attack on Hungary's goal!"

  ……

  "Score! Score!! Score!!!"

  "Germany 3:2 defeated Hungary! A team that has never lost since four and a half years ago!"

  "Time seems to have stopped! I couldn't help but glance at it, as there's only 1 minute left and we're leading 3-2!"

  "The Hungarians are getting restless, Puskás shoots, TONI! Great Toni has punched the ball away!"

  "Hungary attacks on the right side, Fritz ******* retreats to defend and clears the ball out of bounds! Hungary's throw-in!"

  "It's all over! The match is over! Germany are the world champions!"

  "Germany came from two goals down to achieve a near-miraculous turnaround, defeating the mighty and seemingly invincible Hungary 3-2!"

  "This is a great game, a miraculous victory!"

  ……

  In the home locker room of the Mannheim Karl Benz Stadium, the air was filled with the deafening roar of the commentators coming from the TVs, and on the black-and-white live broadcast screen were a group of excited players, some of whom were even moved to tears by their victory.

  And outside the TV, the players in the dressing room were all very excited, including Bremer and many other players who even shed tears of joy, because this live TV broadcast was a match that they were all familiar with, it was also a match that inspired countless German youngsters to fall in love with football, and it was also hailed as a match that led Germany out of the shadow of World War II.

  1954 World Cup Final, Bern Miracle!

  Fritz held the World Cup aloft as captain, and the image of him being carried on his teammates' shoulders was frozen in time on television screens, making this moment seem eternal.

  The light was turned on, and Yang Cheng slowly walked over, he also shed tears!

  "Do you know why I'm showing you this blurry TV footage?" Yang Chen's magnetic voice sounded in the locker room, outside of which was the 26,000-seat Carl-Benz Stadium, but a large portion of those seated in the stands were Dortmund fans.

  "How strong the Hungarian team was back then, I don't need to say more. You can all see it clearly from this live broadcast, from the commentator's shouting, and from the game scene itself. That final match, how similar it is to today's final match!"

  "Dortmund is to us today's Kaiserslautern, just like Hungary was to Germany back then, with a huge gap in strength. But Germany ultimately defeated the mighty and invincible Hungary, what about us? Can we defeat Dortmund?" Yang Cheng almost roared at the players in front of him.

  After a pause, waiting for his emotions to calm down somewhat, Yang Cheng continued to mobilize.

  "After arriving at Kaiserslautern, I always found it strange that Fritz Walter, as the spiritual symbol of the team and the greatest player in the team's history, never appeared in the stands to watch us, never came to encourage us? Even if he just gave us a little encouragement, even if he just said a few words to us, that would have given us tremendous strength!"

  "But he never did, even though the team's stadium is named after him, even in Kaiserslautern this city, he is forever a spiritual symbol, even in our team, there are still countless people who regard him as an idol, but he has never given us any encouragement, why?"

  "It's because you're not worthy!" Yang Cheng bellowed.

  "Since when did Bayern Munich start needing to rely on idols, spiritual pillars and those who boast about their team's past achievements to survive? Don't you think it's pathetic? Pitiful? Can't you stand up and fight like a brave man?"

  "What brought Fritz's achievements? He and his teammates relied on their own efforts, tenacious fighting spirit, and a fearless attitude to defeat Hungary on the field with real swords and guns. At that time, he had no idols, no spiritual symbols, and nothing worth showing off!"

  "Now we wear the same jerseys as Fritz Walter wore when he played for Kaiserslautern, we play on the same pitch where Fritz Walter fought for and gave his all, but I don't see a single bit of Fritz Walter's fighting spirit and will in you!"

  "That's why Fritz didn't want to come onto the field!"

  "This is why Fritz wouldn't spare even a single word of encouragement!"

  "As a man, we must use our own two hands to fight for everything we want to get, rather than relying on others' charity and pity!"

  "Andreas!" Yang Cheng suddenly turned around and stared at Bremer, "In the last season's Harbeland Stadium, when Waller and Schuster comforted you with a tone of pity and sympathy after winning, did you feel ashamed in your heart? Did you resent your failure? Did you regret that game that day and why didn't you try harder? Run more?"

  Braemer faced Yang Cheng's questioning, but instead of refuting him, his eyes widened and he revealed a gnashing hatred.

  He hated losing, he hated being defeated, and he especially hated that his former friends were now showing him sympathy and pity.

  "Olaaf!" Yang Cheng looked at Marshall, "You are one of Kiersten's best friends. When you see your good friend defeat the team you play for at Harblan Stadium and you can't do anything about it, what were you thinking in your heart? Did you press down on your own heart and ask yourself if you also wanted to be like him?"

  Ma Shao also gritted his teeth, and the emotions that had just been stirred up while watching the live broadcast were once again pushed to a climax.

  "Yes!" he replied harshly.

  "And you, Harry, are you not ashamed of your last-minute mistake? Do you feel guilty? Are you in agony? Have you ever tried, at midnight, sitting on the edge of your bed, recalling everything that happened at Anfield Stadium, regretting it so much that you can't help yourself, with tears streaming down uncontrollably?"

  "Yes!" Kosh answered gritting his teeth.

  Yang Cheng slowly walked to the center of the locker room, scanning the excited players in front of him, pointing at the door of the locker room.

  "It's not a playground out there, it's a battlefield, a life-and-death battlefield. We don't want to lose, we don't want sympathy and pity, and we don't want to regret ourselves, so we must fight, we must unite, and we must give it our all!"

  "That year, Fritz and his teammates fought with all their might in a seemingly impossible situation. In the end, their struggle moved God, and they won, achieving a miraculous victory!"

  "Today, right here in this stadium, as the successors of Fritz Walter's spirit and will, we must also fight, we must go all out to fight, to contend, to grab, because only then do we have the qualification to hold our heads high, proudly tell the whole world that we are Kaiserslautern, we are the successors of Fritz Walter's spirit, the inheritors of the Miracle of Bern!"

  "In the past, Hungary was proud and underestimated Germany. Now, mighty Dortmund doesn't take us seriously either, and nobody in the world has high hopes for us. But I don't think we should be discouraged by this, because it's a great opportunity for us!"

  "We know the strengths of Dortmund, we know their pros and cons, we know the names and technical characteristics of each of their players, and we can even afford to play recklessly against them. But they don't, they don't understand us, they're not clear about our pros and cons, just like Hungary didn't understand Germany back then!"

  "Hungary lost, they lost to the German team, they lost to the miracle of Bern created by all the players working together; now Dortmund will also lose, lose to us who work together!"

  "I believe that Mr. Fritz Walter is not in the stands, but he will also be watching this match live, because from start to finish, he never gave up on Kaiserslautern, never gave up on us!"

  "Shakespeare said that every man's life will come to an end, but honor is eternal! Comrades, warriors, let us march onto the pitch, with our unyielding fighting spirit and our united strength, defeat the mighty Dortmund, and from this day on, create a miracle that belongs to Bern, belongs to each and every one of you, and make countless people admire and worship in the future!"

  "Good!"

  "Charge onto the field and take them down!"

  "Come on Dortmund!"

  The players stood up one by one with ferocious expressions, gritting their teeth and clenching their fists.

  Yang Chen opened the door of the locker room, hugged each player who passed by him one by one, and whispered words of encouragement in their ears, letting them go all out on the court.

  For a team's head coach, Yang Cheng has done his best, and what kind of results he can achieve is unknown and unimportant. What matters is that he has tried his best!

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