In the next period of time, Yang Cheng always revolved around his own pre-match plan.

  In the 27th round, Kaiserslautern beat Rot-Wei? Essen 3–0 at home, with Vanni scoring again.

  In the 28th round, Kaiserslautern defeated Cologne 2–0 at home with two goals from Marcelo.

  In the 29th round, Kaiserslautern welcomed their old rival Oldenburg. This time, Kaiserslautern sent out all their main players and won 8-0 at home with two goals from Dernis and Deisler, a hat-trick from Barak and a goal from Vanni, achieving the biggest victory of the season in the 2nd Bundesliga.

  After winning this game, Yang Cheng immediately announced a day off for the second day of the match and reassembled on May 12 to prepare for the European Champions Cup final in Rotterdam, Netherlands.

  Although the team is on holiday, Yang Cheng has become increasingly heavy as the big game approaches.

  Barcelona's 1-0 home win over Real Madrid narrowed the gap between the two teams, but it is unclear whether this is good news or bad news for Kaiserslautern.

  Yang Chen couldn't help but smile when he heard the news, because in this game, Barca's state was also adjusted well. Obviously, Bobby Robson didn't want to give up on the European Cup winner either. For him, the league title had to be fought for, and the finals of the two major cup competitions, the European Cup and the King's Cup, couldn't be given up either.

  It can be foreseen that in the final, Barcelona will definitely go all out!

  Paul Baier was sent to Rotterdam by Yang Cheng to explore the way, Tim Hunk and Schmidt were determining the team's physical condition before the final, while Mullenstein and Moniz were busy formulating the team's training plan after arriving in the Netherlands, all of which were targeted training.

  Everything is going according to the plan previously arranged by Yang Cheng, but as the soul of the team, Yang Cheng doesn't feel relaxed at all. His heart always feels like it's being pressed down by a huge stone, making him feel suffocated!

  In recent days, one after another, people started calling Yang Cheng, all of them were words of blessing him to win the final.

  Tite of Brazil personally called Yang Chen, he told Yang Chen with his own experience that when he first led the team to participate in such a crucial final, he was also very nervous and heavy-hearted. He thinks that at this time, what Yang Chen needs most is to relax as soon as possible.

  "Only by keeping a relaxed and agile mindset can you cope with the rapid changes in the game on the final stage!" Treil Santana sincerely advised over the phone.

  Yang Cheng also knew that this old friend was for his own good, but he couldn't relax no matter what.

  He is not yet 26 years old, if he can really lead Kaiserslautern to the top of the European Cup, then he will become the youngest head coach and champion coach in the history of the European Cup and other major European cups.

  Although the 2nd Bundesliga champion has not been determined, there is no suspense at all. Yang Chen has already started to create his own record of becoming the youngest champion coach in the 2nd Bundesliga, but this is what he has gained after experiencing a season and game after game, with a strong foundation, Kaiserslautern is playing at home, and Yang Chen does not have too much pressure.

  But the Champions League is different, the opponent is extremely strong Barcelona, a super giant that has given birth to countless top stars in the past, facing such an opponent, I believe not only Yang Chen, anyone in his position will be as nervous and heavy as him.

  The situation now is different from the Super Cup match against Dortmund, because at that time Yang Chen can be said to be a desperate fight, he was barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, so he dared to fight hard. However, the current Yang Chen has the expectations of everyone in the team on his shoulders, not just the team, but also the whole of Europe, even the world, are all focusing their attention on him.

  When Yang Cheng sat alone on the balcony of his apartment, watching the sunset, he suddenly wanted to find someone to have a good talk with.

  Just then, the phone miraculously rang.

  "Yang Cheng, it's been so long since you picked up the phone!" Xiena's lively voice came from the other end of the line.

  Yang Cheng could imagine that at this time, Xienna on the other end of the phone must be smiling. Her smile was very beautiful and captivating, Yang Cheng could imagine it with his eyes closed.

  "Why aren't you speaking?" Xiena didn't hear Yang Cheng's response and found it strange.

  "What should I say?" Yang Cheng asked back with a bitter smile.

  Xie Na burst out laughing, "Looks like your mood is really not great, but it's normal, you're up against Bobby Robson and Barcelona, a little psychological pressure is normal!"

  Yang Cheng couldn't help but laugh in his heart, but he could tell that this little girl must have known about this match before, otherwise, with her football knowledge, she wouldn't know Bobbi Robson and Barcelona, she probably knew Ronaldo and Figo, but not necessarily others.

  "But, you know... " Xiena didn't know what was going on in Yang Cheng's mind. "I still have high hopes for you, hey, I've even booked my ticket and match ticket to go watch you play in the Netherlands, so you'd better do your best!"

  Hearing the excitement transmitted from Xiao Yatou's voice, Yang Cheng smiled wryly, but didn't let Xiye Na hear it. Instead, he nodded and said, "Don't worry, I don't want to lose!"

  This is the truth, he's also a bit worried about not being able to win!

  "That's pretty good, this is my first time watching a live match on site. Although the whole world doesn't think highly of you now, although I think Ronaldo and Figo are also great and handsome, but who made me and you partners? In short, I support you!"

  Yang Cheng felt a wave of gratitude, Xie Na's call at this time was undoubtedly to boost her morale, and it was clear that she had also seen some reports from the outside world, all of which were supporting Barca.

  Xiena's phone hung up, Yang Cheng had just walked to the gate when the phone rang again.

  "Yang Cheng!" came Heidi Krumb's gentle voice from the other end of the line.

  "Heidi!" Yang Cheng smiled and replied.

  Heidi hesitated for a moment on the other end of the line, apparently unsure of what to say. "When are you going to Holland?"

  "Tomorrow!"

  "Oh, I'll arrive in the afternoon on the day of the match, but I've already asked someone to book the tickets for me in advance!"

  "Hehe, thank you!" Yang Cheng also didn't know what else to say.

  "In short, you're great! Good luck, no matter what the outcome of the competition is, you're the best in my heart!" After finishing speaking, Heidi hastily hung up the phone.

  Yang Cheng on the phone looked at the receiver that was making a busy tone, shook his head with a bitter smile, "What day is today? Why are they all calling to comfort themselves?"

  After hanging up the phone, Yang Cheng sat on the balcony for a while and finally went out for a walk.

  On the Otterbach main street, you can meet fans of Kaiserslautern everywhere. They are already used to seeing the head coach of their favorite team on the street. Although occasionally one or two young girls come up to ask for autographs and take photos, more often they just greet from afar and encourage Yang Chen.

  The final encounter with Barcelona, even many Kaiserlautern fans themselves didn't think they stood a chance, let alone outsiders!

  "Hey, Mr. Yang Cheng!"

  Yang Cheng turned around and found a very familiar person catching up from behind in the direction he had just come from.

  "Who is it?" Yang Cheng didn't recognize him for a moment.

  That person stood panting in front of Yang Cheng, pointing ahead, "I am a servant of Isolabella, do you still remember?"

  Yang Cheng thought for a moment and immediately remembered, nodding: "I remember, you came looking for me with something on your mind?"

  "Our boss asked me to invite you to Isola Bella, I knew your address from Andres, but when I went there they said you were out, so I chased out and looked around, just met here."

  Tony Vincenzo wants to see me?

  Yang Cheng suddenly thought of this Italian, he also hadn't been to Isola Bella for a long time, and now it just so happened that he had nowhere else to go, since it was an invitation, he might as well go take a walk.

  As the waiter from Isola Bella approached the entrance of this Italian restaurant, Yang Cheng had already noticed that the exterior decoration of Isola Bella had changed.

  It was originally black and white paint, but now it has become red, and even a coat of arms of Kaiserslautern is painted on the outer wall, which is very eye-catching. As long as you pass by the main street, you can see it.

  "When was this place renovated?" Yang Chen asked curiously.

  The waiter smiled and said, "It's been a month, but you've been leading the team around lately, so you don't know that the players all know."

  Yang Cheng felt embarrassed, he had been going back and forth between his apartment and the stadium for a while, hardly ever going anywhere else, and shopping was not something he enjoyed, so he didn't know about Isola Bella's renovation.

  "It seems your boss has changed his mind and betrayed the Zebra Troop!" Yang Cheng laughed loudly as he pushed open Isolabella's large door and walked in first.

  As soon as Yang Cheng entered, he was still on guard, afraid that Tony Vichino would suddenly shout out from behind the counter by the door like the first time. But unexpectedly, after entering, he found that there was no one behind the counter at all.

  "Even Juventus' flag has been withdrawn, it seems he's determined to join Kaiserslautern!"

  Just then Tony Vincenzo emerged from inside and came straight out with "Are you talking about me?"

  "Hey, Tony!" Yang Cheng smiled and walked up.

  Toni Vichino was apparently blaming Yang Cheng, still talking about the previous matter, intentionally staring at him for a moment before pulling up Yang Cheng's hand, "Come on, I'll introduce you to someone!"

  As soon as they entered the main hall of the restaurant, they could see that there were quite a few guests in the dining room, including Bremmer, Lutz, Kosch and even Melzer, all of whom were gathered around table number 1.

  When the players saw Tony bringing Yang Cheng in, they all stood up at once, "Ah, boss, you've finally arrived!"

  Yang Cheng first noticed the players, but soon he was attracted by an old man sitting at table No. 1, who was leisurely sizing up his own bald head. His hair was almost all gone, but his eyebrows were white and long, obviously not young anymore.

  But on his face, there was no sign of age at all. His square face had almost no wrinkles if you didn't look closely, and his eyes were slightly sunken, covered by his drooping eyebrows, but his complexion was very rosy and his spirit was very sharp.

  When he saw Yang Cheng, a hint of approval flashed across his face, and then he beckoned him to come over and sit down. However, after this series of actions, he suddenly started coughing violently.

  An elderly German woman sitting next to him immediately came forward and gently patted his back, telling the old man not to get too excited.

  Yang Chen suddenly thought of something, especially when he saw the almost pilgrim-like expression on Bremer and others' faces. He suddenly understood that there was only one person who could make them like this, and that was Fritz Walter, one of the three great German framework fathers, the first legendary superstar and great leader in German history, and the greatest football star in Kaiserslautern's history!

  He suddenly had an impulse, because although the person in front of him was a frail old man, behind him was the spiritual symbol of the whole Germany, but what created all this was just a football match, because that Bern miracle would never happen again!

  "When... they said, Tony was renovating the shop, I... just wanted to see you!" Fritz Walter said slowly and softly, his body apparently not having been well for a long time.

  "Sit!" Fritz Walter pointed to the seat opposite him.

  Yang Cheng was taken aback, the No. 1 table had an extraordinary significance for Kaiser Slautern, even the club chairman Frederick didn't dare to sit here, could Yang Cheng?

  "I told you to sit down, so sit down!" Fritz Walter insisted stubbornly.

  Mrs. Walter nodded immediately as she looked at the old woman beside him.

  Yang Cheng slowly sat down in front of Fritz Walter under the attention of Bremer, Merz and others.

  The old man looked at Yang Cheng with a smile, as if he was appraising a rare treasure, and nodded repeatedly. No one knew what he was thinking or what he wanted to do.

  "May I have a word with him alone?" The old man asked his wife.

  Mrs. Walter was worried about her husband's health, and over the years she had forbidden him from going to the stadium to watch games because she was afraid his body couldn't withstand the excitement of the matches. But this time, he insisted on coming to Kaiserslautern to take a look, saying he wanted to see the young man who had brought Kaiserslautern back into the Bundesliga.

  Finally, Mrs. Walter couldn't resist her husband's persistence and nodded at him with a somewhat indulgent smile, then signaled to Bremer and the others to disperse, leaving Yang Cheng and Fritz Walter sitting in the No. 1 position by the window.

  "I'm getting old, and my body is getting worse by the day!" Fritz Walter said with a sigh.

  Yang Chen was silent, he could understand the old man's feelings. No one wants to accept the reality of their own aging, especially someone like him who had once achieved unparalleled glory and was still being praised by countless people today. It was even more unbearable for them than death itself.

  "I just heard them say that you've been under a lot of pressure lately, and you're worried about losing this game, right?"

  Yang Cheng looked at the wise old man in front of him and couldn't help but nod his head.

  The old man suddenly burst out laughing, "In this regard, you are quite like me, always striving to not let those who trust you down, and for that, you don't mind putting layer upon layer of burden on yourself."

  Yang Cheng didn't know if this was praise or criticism, so he continued to remain silent.

  "I still remember, the night before we were going to play Hungary in the final, I was so nervous that I almost couldn't sleep. I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, constantly thinking: what if we lose tomorrow? What if I perform poorly tomorrow? What if..."

  The old man chuckled and waved his hand, as if to sweep away the worries in his mouth. "Too many what-ifs, but at that time our head coach, my most respected Seppe Helberg, told me another truth."

  "The spirit of football is not just a reflection of one person, or one team, but also the spirit and morality behind a society. Football is not just a sport, because the vast majority of football fans will not participate in championship competition, but they can still feel honored when their favorite team wins."

  "This is a transmission of spirit!" The old man said up to here, seemingly too urgent, hurriedly gasped for several mouthfuls of coarse air before calming down.

  "Football has brought me a lot of things, money, power, status... but after so many years of enlightenment, I have come to realize that football brings me not only these, but also rich and colorful matches and enjoyment. These matches have the joy of success and victory, as well as the regret and disappointment of twists, mistakes and failures."

  "Football is not just about winning or losing, because football truly touches people's hearts and connects countless fans around the world who enter this field one after another, falling in love with this sport. It's not because of the outcome of a match that they love it; otherwise, they would fall in love with basketball or other sports, not football!"

  "What truly touches people's hearts in football is a spirit, a spirit that can directly reflect the kind of person a footballer is. This spirit determines whether you are a strong or weak player, and also determines whether you are a winner or loser!"

  Yang Cheng listened quietly to Fritz Walter's words, and suddenly he felt a sense of emotion, because he understood the implication behind Fritz Walter's words. The so-called strong are not necessarily truly strong, and the weak are not necessarily truly weak. Victory and defeat are also like this!

  "It is also the spirit of football that determines some people, who clearly know they will lose, yet still bravely step onto the field; some people, who clearly know they will be beaten, yet still unhesitatingly stick their heads out, so in the world of football, many losers are actually greater than winners!"

  Fritz Walter said that when he got here, he suddenly burst out laughing, and a kind of nostalgia for the past appeared on his face.

  "Do you know? Every time I can't help but think back to the past, thinking about that one game that was praised by countless people, what excites me the most, satisfies me the most, and makes me feel the proudest is not because we ultimately won that game, reversing the strong Hungary."

  "But I, as the captain of West Germany, called on all our players to bravely walk into the final stadium and directly face the powerful Hungary without any fear!"