On March 5, 1997, Fritz-Walter-Stadion press conference scene Yang Chen accompanied by Werner Melzer and captain Bremer slowly walked in, on the spot more than a dozen media began to capture every move of scattered people, game room Yang Chen, has become the focus of attention for reporters.

  Braemer and Melzer sat down on either side of Yang Cheng, and with a nod from Yang Cheng in the middle, the meeting could begin.

  Under the command of the press officer, more than a dozen reporters at the scene immediately raised their hands to ask questions, and the club's press officer had already received Yang Cheng's instructions, with Granack, the official reporter of the local Free Jaguars, being the first to be named.

  "Hey, Xzsj8. Mr. Yang Cheng, it's been over two weeks since we've seen you on the coaching seat. We all miss you a lot. How does it feel to be suspended? Granak asked with a smile, as if he were an old friend."

  It seemed as if the other reporters at the scene had already gotten used to Granak's privilege, and they just smiled and listened intently to Yang Cheng's answer.

  It was really unbearable, I think I don't want to try this kind of taste again in the future, especially against Werder Bremen, watching my players being shot and defeated on the field with my own eyes, it's simply a nightmare!

  "Is there anything you'd like to say?" Granack asked again.

  Yang Chen smiled confidently, "Of course, I want to take this opportunity to tell my players, tell the fans of Kaiserslautern, and all those who have been firmly supporting the team during this period. And also, by the way, tell those doubters that the three nightmares are over!" He made a gesture of 3 with his right hand!

  "After darkness comes the dawn, our nightmare is over and that of our opponents has just begun! I will lead my team to bring nightmares to our opponents, all our opponents!"

  Granak couldn't help but applaud a few times, apparently very satisfied with Yang Cheng's answer, and then he sat down, because his two questions were finished.

  "Does that include the opponent of this match, Premier League powerhouse Liverpool?" A reporter next to him raised his hand, was named, and asked after sitting down, because except for Granack, everyone else could only ask one question at a time.

  "Of course!" Yang Cheng solemnly affirmed, "I said, all opponents!"

  However, Liverpool just thrashed Leeds United 4-0 in the league and secured their third consecutive win, with great momentum! Another reporter reminded Yang Cheng that Kaizer Chiefs have been struggling lately.

  That was at Anfield, you must remember, but tomorrow, they will be back at Fritz-Walter-Stadion, and we will tell Liverpool with our performance in the match why this place is called a miracle land!

  So you've found a way to beat Liverpool? asked another reporter.

  Yang Cheng shook his head ambiguously, 'There is no fixed theory in football, everything still depends on strength!'

  "In the history of the Champions League, there has never been a precedent for a second-tier league team to win the championship. From your tone just now, it seems like you want to break this tradition!"

  Yang Cheng suddenly burst out laughing, leisurely using both elbows to prop himself up on the table, 'May I ask you a question, who was the winner of last season's Champions Cup?'

  The journalist who stood up was a bit confused, everyone knew this question, 'Paris Saint-Germain!'

  "Has there ever been a team in the history of the Champions League that has won the championship?"

  The journalist looked a bit bewildered and didn't seem to understand either. After thinking for a moment, he apparently got the hint. He shook his head and said, "No way!" She wasn't quite sure yet.

  Yang Cheng smiled and applauded, saying "Congratulations on getting it right, Paris Saint-Germain broke this tradition!"

  The journalist's face suddenly turned red, if he still couldn't hear Yang Chen's sarcasm at this time, then he was really stupid.

  Yang Cheng ignored his current mood, just like he had ignored Yang Cheng's mood earlier, and stood up from his seat, heavily leaning on the podium in front of him. He stared at the reporter in front of him and said in a loud, clear voice, "I want to make you understand that tradition has never been about blindly following established rules. Tradition is meant to be broken, because only then can we prove that football is progressing!"

  At the press conference, there were questioners, mockers, supporters and even more bystanders.

  Yang Cheng is already used to all this. If he can't get used to these things, then as the head coach, he won't be brave enough to deal with other things and will be exhausted from dealing with the media every day.

  Before the game started, Yang Chen specially walked into the stadium in advance, walked out of the narrow player passage, and felt a kind of refreshing feeling when he walked into the stadium. His whole body seemed to be surrounded by the cheers of the fans in the stands.

  He slowly walked to the front of the home team's coaching bench, stretched out his hand and wiped the iron pillar on top of the canopy. The anti-rust paint was very smooth and still a bit wet, apparently the staff had specially wiped it clean before, but it hadn't dried yet.

  He slowly stroked the seat, it was not often that he sat here to watch the game, he was almost always standing on the sidelines, adjusting the team at any time, and then there was the substitute bench behind him. All of this was something he didn't usually pay much attention to, but for some reason, today he felt a little nostalgic.

  These two weeks have really made him understand a lot and cherish what he currently has.

  "This seat has always been more suitable for you!" Paul Bailey appeared with a smile outside the coach's seat.

  "The first game I sat on top, like sitting on pins and needles, too awkward, I was not used to it, the players were not used to it either. Every time when they saw that it wasn't you but me, they felt disappointed, that feeling really made me feel uncomfortable!"

  Yang Cheng smiled and walked past his assistant to the side of the court, watching the players warm up on the field.

  "After these three games, I guess you've truly realized that this is a team that belongs to you, through and through. They are only loyal to one person - you. It's hard for them to accept others, even me, who is your assistant!" Paul Bailey looked at Yang Cheng with a hint of envy, and in this moment, the young general's figure seemed very tall and unapproachable.

  Every head coach should have a team of his own, Yang Cheng has deeply left his mark on the soul of Kaiserslautern and in the hearts of every player during his more than half a year tenure as head coach of Kaiserslautern.

  This is not something that just anyone can change.

  Paul Beyer even suspects that in a few years, Yang Chen will thoroughly dominate this team, and even Frederick dare not contend with him. He will be the true Caesar of Kaiserslautern!

  "Don't be so envious, Paul. As long as you have the opportunity, you can also achieve it!" Raised to not mind at all that Paul himself went to develop.

  But Paul Bier shook his head with a wry smile, "It's impossible. I know my own character, and my indecisiveness makes it difficult for me to be a good head coach. Nor can I lead a team to fight like you do, with such eloquence and confidence!"

  Yang Cheng heard this and suddenly didn't know what to say.

  From the beginning, Paul Bail knew his own character defects and went public to change, so he traveled everywhere, but in the end, he found that he couldn't change, so he politely declined Thiel's invitation, and later on, he chose to become Yang Cheng's assistant without hesitation.

  If every person has his own destiny, then perhaps this is Paul Bier's destiny!

  "Alright, alright, that's enough, warm-up is over, let's head back to the locker room!" Yang Cheng interrupted Paul Bier with a smile.

  In the home team's locker room, Yang Cheng stood in front of the tactics board, with the tactics board behind him filled with diagrams of this game's tactics. The opposing players sat upright in their seats, looking up and focusing on Yang Cheng and the tactics board behind him.

  "Do you still remember what I said during training? Since Liverpool likes to control the ball, let them control it. But we must firmly hold our own position and fight for every inch of ground, especially in midfield!" Yang Cheng's expression was extremely stern, allowing no room for doubt.

  "Michael, Pavel, Juan, Ivan, the four of you form the midfield defense line. You must hold your positions firmly and straighten your backs, as well as the team's back. Only in this way can we push Liverpool back to their own half court. Do you understand what I mean?"

  The four of them nodded in unison at once.

  "In this match, we want to press high and give up possession of the ball, but that doesn't mean we're giving up on offense. On the contrary, we need to hide our offense in defense because as long as we press high, Liverpool's counter-attack will be compressed, so what will they do?"

  Yang Cheng turned around and patted the tactical board behind him heavily, "It's simple, control the ball and retreat. Once they find that they can't control the ball in the midfield, they will shift to the backcourt. John Barnes used to be an excellent frontline killer, but now he is the midfielder commander of this Liverpool team. His position can be more backward and freer. This point must be noted!"

  Roy Evans' preferred tactics differed from the traditional English 4-4-2, instead employing a 3-5-2 formation. The starting goalkeeper was David James, with the back three consisting of Phil Babb, Mark Wright and Rob Jones. In midfield were John Barnes, Michael Thomas deeper, Patrik Berger, Jamie Redknapp and Mike Marsh further forward, while the two forwards were Robbie Fowler and Colin Moore.

  Jamie Redknapp is the son of Harry Redknapp, who is now the manager of West Ham United, but he has established himself at Liverpool through his own strength and is also an excellent technical player with a great overview, vision and passing ability, just a bit more off-field life.

  Yang Chen's strategy for this game is to let Liverpool control the ball in midfield and defense, then Kaiserslautern will open up a fierce competition in the middle and front of the field. With the formation pressing forward, Liverpool's control area will be further compressed. Although this approach increases the risk of being counter-attacked, it can ensure the team's advantage in midfield.

  This Liverpool team is a bit soft in the autumn wind, although they played a thrilling technical football, but after all, it's an English team, their footwork technique is not delicate enough. Once they encounter a tight and troublesome opponent, they will be at a loss, unlike Barcelona's freaks from 2010 onwards, who can pass the ball with ease even with their eyes closed, one against two or three.

  So Yang Chen wants to launch a pressing attack in the midfield and rear of Liverpool, seize the opportunity and then counterattack directly, making full use of the advantages of both wings. Because Liverpool also uses 352 tactics, there is also a large space left on the flanks, but Kaiserslautern has two strong central midfielders, Nedved andGattuso, while Liverpool does not.

  In this case, Yang Chen has confidence in directly blasting Liverpool.

  Of course, on the premise that his heavy reliance on players must be able to play out their strength, especially the forwards!

  "Rout!" Yang Cheng came to the front of Vanney, which was equivalent to his gamble, because Marshall had just played a full game in the league, and he was not young anymore. Yang Cheng entrusted Vanney with important tasks in this game.

  Fan Ni immediately stood up as soon as he heard the head coach's shout.

  "This game, you are our attacking core. Whether it's a cross from the side or a long pass from behind, everything will be directed at you, so not only do you need to disrupt the opponent's defense line, but also be prepared at all times to respond to passes coming from all directions. When attacking, your responsibility is simple: score!"

  Fan Ni felt Yang Cheng's trust in him, especially in such a crucial match, Yang Cheng entrusted him with important tasks, which really moved him, and he nodded heavily in response.

  "Team, we've had a record of 1 win, 1 draw and 1 loss in the past two weeks. That's not what a team with ambition should be achieving. It's undoubtedly been a dark period, but during this time, I also saw resilience, unity and progress from the team."

  "Liverpool is indeed very strong, but I firmly believe that as long as we are united, we can be even stronger than them!"

  At this point, Yang Cheng could pause for a moment and then continue guessing what he was saying.

  "I'd like to tell everyone that although the European Champions Cup is a two-legged match, I've only prepared for the home game because I don't want to leave it until the away game, which would be too dangerous. So if we can't take down our opponents at home and continue to defend our undefeated record at home this season, then we'll have no choice but to surrender!"

  "Are you going to be the heroes of this stadium or a bunch of surrendering dogs, it's up to your performance!"

  Braemer listened to Yang Cheng's words and was the first to stand up, clenching his fists and shouting 'We are not bear cubs, we want to be heroes!'

  "We're going to be heroes!" The players shouted in unison with their captain.

  Yang Chen nodded in approval "Alright, let's go on stage together and take down Liverpool!"

  "Take down Liverpool!"

  The players hugged Yang Cheng one by one and left the locker room, each with a resolute expression on their face, because they knew that this game was the key to determining the outcome of the two rounds. If they couldn't take down their opponent, Kaiserslautern would definitely lose.

  Beep beep...

  The referee blew his whistle for a foul!

  "This is another foul by Kaiserslautern in midfield, Barak knocks down Uhre Barns, Liverpool wins a free kick opportunity, and...Gattuso intercepts ahead of time, uses his body to remember Berg, intercepts the ball that was passed to Bogh, and immediately passes it long to the right."

  Keita's right route, Small General Daisler took the ball and shook off a defender, kicking in, Jones cleared the ball in time, and the ball returned to Liverpool's feet...

  Yang Cheng stood at the side of the court, looking relaxed and carefree, with a calm expression.

  Although the game was dominated by Liverpool, they found it difficult to break through the midfield defensive line formed by Ballack, Berlon, Nedved and Gattuso, which was the guarantee of Ranieri's victory, because he firmly believed that these four players would not lose to any star player of Liverpool, and more importantly, these four players could understand and implement his tactical intentions.

  For Liverpool, who are used to playing on the ground, not passing through midfield is fatal!

  "They are indeed as you said, with our high press, they started to pull the ball back and frequently play one-twos between their defenders!" Paul Bailey couldn't help but admire Yang Cheng's judgment.

  Such a reversal of footwork may find Kaiserslautern's loopholes, but also slowed down Liverpool's rhythm.

  But unlike the Barcelona of previous years, the 2010 Barcelona had a sudden acceleration condition, but this Liverpool team did not, because they lacked the means to suddenly change from slow to fast, so Yang Chen dared to be so confident in letting them fall back in midfield, because even if they found a gap, they couldn't seize it instantly.

  "Doesn't that count as an effective way to control the ball, passing it back and forth between feet, to midfield, under pressure, and then back to the feet again?" Yang Cheng asked with a smile.

  Paul Bier was shaking his head in dismay. If Roy Evans heard this sentence, he would definitely collapse and vomit three liters of blood!

  Kaiserslautern's three defenders against Liverpool's two forwards, just right, and the two offside traps set up after the opening were also very reasonable. As for Michael Owen on the substitute bench, he was a potential threat, but Yang Chen also had a way to deal with him.

  Actually, as long as they control the midfield and press Liverpool, this match is not difficult to win. At that time, Liverpool still attaches great importance to the personal performance of stars, but neglects overall coordination. Coincidentally, Kayserispor is a team that presses in an Asian style, which happens to be Liverpool's arch-nemesis.

  "Is this an arch-nemesis? Yang Cheng saw Liverpool's reversal and couldn't help but laugh again."

  He respected Evans and had a healthy respect for Liverpool at the time, but as an opponent he had to use every trick in the book to gain an advantage. So when he saw that Evans was getting annoyed with him, he deliberately pretended not to care, making light of it, just to provoke this Mr Nice Guy, after all even good-tempered people have their moments of losing control.

  It's just like Liverpool, the English team, whose footwork doesn't have to be as delicate as Spain's, so after a period of being at a loss for what to do after the opening, their originally very reasonable and solid attacking and defensive system finally showed cracks!